Small White Cylindrical Lie

Part of the Literotica 750 word challenge. Below this point is 750 words

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It was just a small white lie a couple of years ago. I had honestly forgotten all about it.

It happened whilst filling out the application form. Amongst all the boring details. Name, address, education levels. Height, weight, natural hair colour etc. It was only to do a bit of modelling at the weekends. Help pay my way. I sat there one rainy Sunday and filled in the form.

I've always been seen as a pretty girl. I know I can get men's heads to turn as I walk past. My friends used to say, "you should be a model." I would sit and dream.

Deep down I knew that me, actually modelling wasn't actually going to pay the bills so did the proper life route. I went to university and the graduate training program. Rather than saying "model" on my CV it says, "Corporate Consultant."

If you want to strip down your team, during the week I'm the girl for you. Also, on the weekend I'm stripping off.

It is a distraction from another week of travelling in endless airports and making people redundant. I'm not HR, but ultimately reducing headcount saves businesses. Standing in front of the camera gives me a happy contrast to the stress. Something to look forward to. I was going to become that model.

"Can you smoke?

"Yes" A simple tick in the box on a form. I didn't think anything about it. You have to say yes to these things. Like horse riding.

It wasn't a "Do you smoke?" Which of course would be "no". I don't. I wasn't going to lie. But I could stand there with a cigarette between my fingers and look like I smoke. I am sure it wouldn't be lit. Acting; I could easily mimic a smoker. I know some smokers. The camera wouldn't see the lie.

I stood in tight-fitting jeans. They made my ass look phenomenal. As I was just wearing just a thong, my butt cheeks were lifted nicely.

We had already taken some initial topless shots of me wistfully looking out of the window at the view. Supposedly waiting for my man to return from work.

Cassandra was the photographer. She is amazing at making me look wonderful. Her makeup assistant Tiffany does amazing things.

Together they get the framing and lighting just right. We had all worked together the other month. She is sexier than me. In reality, I should be taking photos of her.

It was then that as they were setting up the next shoot she appeared grinning carrying a small cardboard box. I instantly knew what it was. A pack of cigarettes, a pack of Virginia Slims.

"Julia, apparently you can smoke?" She smiles.

"Hmmm."

"I read about it this morning."

I gulp, "I guess." I had forgotten all about it.

"We want to redo the first pictures of you looking out the window with a lit cigarette, think it will show off longing."

She threw me the pack and unfortunately the lighter. I now can't just act it. They want me to smoke.

I then felt what could have been a hundred eyes looking at me. In reality it was four. I looked up at Cassandra who shrugged her shoulders in a "get on with it" look.

Sliding the cigarette from the pack. I could feel my heart rate increasing. My throat went dry.

I put the cigarette between my lips and slid the pack into my pocket. In the photos it would look good there. It was as if a cold breeze tumbled through the room. My nipples jumped in anticipation as I flicked the lighter. The flame instantly went out. I huffed. Then I cupped my hand around the tip and brought the hot yellow tip towards the cigarette.

I was going to light it, no debate, whether I wanted to or not. I could hear the grumble of 'hurry up' being murmured.

The sizzle.

Then the smoke hit my lungs. I coughed. I couldn't help myself. I'm a stubborn bitch. Ultimately, I found out that I could smoke. The second puff was better.

I looked up at Cassandra and hopefully grinned. "I will need a glass of water." I croaked.

"Excellent let's get on!"

That's how I stood there looking out the window, the smoke ticking my nose. Camera clicking. The smell reeked, but on request I kept dragging on cigarette after cigarette. I felt woozy, but ultimately it tasted rather nice.

Was it a lie?