Trina laid on her stomach in the bed, sinking into the soft white sheets as she stared intently at her phone. She swiped down her Instagram feed while trying to ignore the notification alerts as they counted up.
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She sighed as she reopened her recent post; a carefully crafted selfie with her vanity in the background and a reflection of the auburn lace bow in her hair. Her short, slightly curled, brown hair hung to her shoulders. Her clothing's colour palette of beige, brown, and white complimented her pale skin and bright red lips. The blouse and skirt hugged her slim figure, complimenting her curves in just the right places.
The post was on-point, she thought. She followed the formula perfectly. But as the push notifications slowed, she barely reached the amount of post engagement she usually gets.
She grunted in frustration as she rolled over.
She did well in comparison with other influencers in her niche, but she has been becoming astutely aware that she has hit her popularity wall. There is a surprisingly large audience for her Instagram brand, which could probably be best-described as "vintage", but recently she struggled to attract more followers.
She heard the front door open.
"Honey," a man's voice called. "I got Chinese!"
"Okay!" she yelled back.
She rolled out of bed and skipped to the kitchen. Her husband, Tyler, was pulling out plates from the cupboard. She grasped him from behind.
"Whoa," Tyler exclaimed, as he struggled to hold the plates above his head.
"So? How did it go?" she asked.
"I'll tell you over dinner," he laughed.
Trina stared at Tyler across the dinner table as he recounted his day. He looked much like her. Short curly hair, atop an attractive face, and a slim build. He worked as an event photographer for weddings, parties, and local models. She tried her best to take in what he said, while also trying to think of what she could possibly tell him about her mundane day doing retail.
"Trina," he paused. "Are you listening?"
"Uh, y-yes!" Trina stuttered. "You were saying...you were at a big shoot today with some local artists?"
"Yeah," Tyler wasn't convinced she was really listening but continued anyways, "and guess who I met!"
"Who?" she asked, her interest piqued.
"Obsidian. Pitch," he whispered excitedly.
"OH MY GOD!" Trina squealed. "The rapper?!"
"And, I was asking around for modeling jobs like you asked," Tyler continued. "And guess who was looking for somebody like a 'white lily'."
"No. Way," Trina said in shock.
"Yes, way," Tyler replied.
"OH MY GOD, THANK YOU THANK YOU!" Trina squealed as she jumped up and ran around the table to hug her fiancé. She gave him a long smooch on the cheek before running back into her room, leaving her dinner untouched.
She took a hasty selfie to post to her Instagram story. In her excitement, she did not even consider needing to retake it before her fingers tapped away rapidly.
"Guess who I will be modeling with soon? 😉"
The Next Day
Trina stood in front of a towering black door. A bronze knocker of a lion sat just high enough that she had to tiptoe to use it. She looked around at the industrial district she was in and wondered if it was all just a big scam. Her maroon pleated skirt rippled in the wind as she waited for a response. Her cream turtle neck sweater did little to fend off the chill. Suddenly, the door swung open.
Trina stared at the Asian man standing in front of her. He did not look much older than her. Short, spiky hair sat atop a face framed by thick framed glasses. A suit vest and dress pants hugged his athletic frame but left some hints of tattoos peaking out.
"Hi...Trina?" he asked her.
"Yes!" she replied back excitedly.
"My name is Kevin," he smiled back at her. "I'm doing the shoot today."
He reached out to shake her hand before beckoning her inside.
"Kevin...," Trina thought. She had heard of the name from somewhere.
"I bumped into your fiancé at the shoot a few days ago," Kevin looked back at her. "He mentioned you were looking for some modeling gigs and you know what? I remembered you visiting him at another shoot back in the day and thought you would be the perfect fit for this."
"Oh, awesome!" Trina exclaimed. "Thank you so much for the opportunity."
She remembered now. Kevin was an up-and-coming photographer that worked in this area too. Tyler was always complaining about getting outshone by him.
They arrived in a big concrete photography studio. In the middle of the empty space, white backdrops formed a square around a black leather sofa and ottoman. Light fixtures hung from the tall industrial ceiling and casted light towards the formation, with flashes and light boxes on stands surrounding it.
"Hey Matt, she's here," Kevin yelled, his voice and their foot steps echoed into the empty space.
A giant shadowy figure shifted from behind the left backdrop into the light. Trina's eyes widened in shock as an imposing presence appeared.
"Matt was taller than he seemed in the videos," she thought.
His muscled physique strained against the black rose-patterned suit he wore. The collar of his white dress shirt was splayed open and contrasted greatly with his dark onyx skin. A red tie hung loosely around his neck. He beckoned for her.
Her head slowly tilted up as she approached, keeping her eyes on his attractive face, before stopping in front of him. Her body jittered with excitement over this opportunity. She could faintly smell his cologne as he inspected her head to toe silently.
"Wow," Matt muttered. "You're perfect!"
Trina felt her face turn hot as her pale skin took on a pink shade. He bent over and palmed her face, staring into her eyes. Her face turned a bright red as his stroked her cheek with his thumb. She grabbed his wrist.
"Um, sorry, some of the freckles are drawn on," she stuttered. "So..."
"Oh," Matt smirked as he let go and stood straight. "Sorry about that! Let's get you changed."
Kevin cleared his throat to get her attention before walking away from the light. As she spun around to catch up, she heard Matt call out:
"See you soon beautiful."
Kevin led her to one of the side rooms. Inside, long racks of clothing lined the walls and formed a narrow pathway to an open door.
"Your clothes are on a rack in there," Kevin stated before leaving.
Trina walked down the aisle slowly, admiring the array of trendy and expensive clothing on the racks. She walked through the open door into what looked like a renovated bathroom. Marble counters and a claw foot bath tub really gave it the trendy appeal. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, her face was still a tinge pink from her earlier encounter with Matt.
"He's even hotter in person," she whispered. As she slowly stripped off her clothes, she thought back fondly to the way that he had stared at her. The way his eyes devoured her body. She slipped off her panties and cringed at the dark spot on the crotch. She poked it with her finger and a sticky strand of her juices clung onto her finger as she withdrew it.
