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Rayven’s words, as she went through a huge closet about the size of my entire apartment, perfectly foreshadowed the timbre of life’s new tangent.“You’re an Esteel model, now, so the regular rules no longer apply.”The contract was signed; an additional clause, hastily scrawled in pen, dictated that I was to wear the mask at all times. My trans companion told me that it was to hype up the mystique.“These are perfect for you.” She held up a thin, white cotton tube top with dark crimson splotches all over it, reminding me of blood splatter, and a long, black leather skirt.The top was so thin that the light from the room shone through it. The skirt was a piece of art to my eyes. It was a broad belt without a buckle, lacing up on one side. The way the rainbow-haired waif held it, it was obvious that it was meant to be worn at an angle. The lace-up side rode higher than the opposite side, meant to go over the top of one hip but descending to the top of the thigh on the other. The skirt portion was merely two, tapered banners of leather, comprised of multiple pieces and stitched in an almost patchwork design. They hung from the front and back of the belt, with no side pieces, leaving my legs completely exposed.“What do I wear under it?”She laughed and stroked my pubes. “Nothing. Models are basically forbidden undergarments to enhance their sexiness. The goal is to show off the clothes with your sensuality. Think of it as being more naked than naked; that’s the goal.”High, stiletto heels, nothing more than platforms that laced up over my calves, finished the ensemble. I looked fuckable, scandalous, and nuder than if I’d not been wearing anything.“No good,” Rayven observed, “take it off.”I shrugged and disrobed, thinking that she was going to grab me something else to wear. Instead, she bent over, rummaging through a huge, plastic chest, her effeminate ass, so shapely and arousing, wiggling. Holding a makeup airbrush aloft, Rayven smiled, tossing her speckled white hair around.“Hold your right arm out to the side and stand still.”I watched, shivering slightly at the coldness of the flow, as she painted a mossy Adana Escort green stripe down my right arm. Then down my side, all the way to my ankle.“Matches your eyes. Now, get dressed again.”I did, listening to her patter about the proper attitude, how I need to wow everyone, and so on. Nodding with approval, she grabbed what I had assumed was a white backdrop for pictures; it was a heavy, off-white, hooded cloak fading to a steely gray toward the bottom. “Put this on over the clothes, cowl up to hide your face, and don’t let anyone see your body until Esteel announces you. Remember: lust, passion, and a horny aura.”“I don’t know if I can do this. I’m so nervous.”Reaching into her designer purse, she pulled out a glass vial of some sort of makeup. An angry bee was depicted on the bottle. “We’ll take care of that.”Unscrewing the stopper, she pulled out the application wand and thrust it between the folds of the hefty cloak and under the leather loincloth. Her deft fingers quickly found my lit, stroked it to attention, then applied the cool, wet liquid. I gasped in shock; my clit immediately began tingling, then throbbing, finally feeling like it was being stung.“It’s called ‘Bee Sting’ and is used as a lip plumper. The discomfort will go away in a minute, then your clit will be tingling for hours. That will give you the edge you need.”She was correct. At first, I had to hold onto Esteel’s trans assistant to stay upright, but the agony slowly gave way to an arousing stimulation very much like a vibrator buzzing on my clit.“Now you’re ready. Let’s go introduce you to the world.”Stopping to deeply inhale some herbal relaxation, I walked in a daze down the several flights of stairs to the small crowd of artists, fashion industry people, and others gathered for the big announcement.”“I didn’t want a worn-out, known face for Hardcore Fashion,” Esteel was droning. “Alucard’s clothing is primal, passionate, and instinctively natural…”I climbed onto the small stage, feeling the eyes of everyone upon me. The ‘Bee Sting’ was stimulating my pussy to the point that I had to be conscious Adana Escort Bayan of my physical reactions, moans almost escaping my lips.“…and mysterious. With that in mind, we scoured the globe and settled on a real woman, a sensual goddess filled with passion and mystery, just like hardcore Fashion.”“The man beside Esteel is Alucard,” Rayven whispered into my ear. “Now walk up to the other side, open the robe, first, when he announces you, then throw it off you.”My new boss continued. “So, now, with much pride and pleasure, I present to you, the newest, hottest fashion modeling sensation, Domino!”Sashaying up, wiggling my hips with each step, I approached the podium, standing off to one side. The hushed crowd gasped as I opened the cloak, my face still hidden. Uproarious applause and an endless barrage of questions shouted by the media erupted as camera bulbs flashed, blinding me. Striking a seductive, feline pose, I threw back the hood, baring my fiery hair, smiling face, and the lacy mask.“Genius,” some of them cried. The cacophony from the huddled crowd was deafening.“No,” Alucard said into the gathered microphones, “no questions. The unveiling will be in one week at the Gallery Wicked. Be there, or be left in the dust.”“Domino, Domino,” they shouted. “Why the mask, are you disfigured?” “What other modeling have you done?” “Can we ask you a few questions?”I was rushed off the tiny stage, through the throng of people, and into a limo. The other three piled in as the driver peeled away. ”Did you see that?” Esteel beamed. “Those fucking morons ate you up.”“Where are we going,” I asked.“Planning meeting.”Rayven laughed at his comment. “Get ready for the brave, new world,” she said.The limousine drove halfway across the city, the setting sun painting the interior in reds and oranges. A Conversation about plans, certain shots Esteel wanted, and certain garments Alucard wanted to be showcased was flying about. I sat in an ethereal daze, hardly speaking, my mind awash in uncertainty and shock. Finally, we reached our destination, Esteel’s home studio and home. It was an old, Escort Adana converted warehouse. Through the black-painted windows, I could make out pulsing lights and the sound of music on the upper floor.“You gentlemen go ahead,” Rayven told them, patting my exposed thigh. “Time for some girl talk.”They got out, talking and laughing, and I just sat there, my stomach a mass of quivering nerves.“Here,” she said to me. “You’re a fucking mess, girl. Take these if you want. They’ll calm your nerves but make you insatiably horny. You’ll need both if you want to survive ‘the meeting.’”I quaffed two of the sweet-tasting, blue capsules, downing them with champagne. “What are they?”“Aphrodisiacs mixed with molly. Nothing you haven’t done, before, I’m sure.” I nodded in acquiescence rather than admit I hadn’t. “Take her around the block a few times, please,” she told the limo driver, “then drop her off back here when she’s ready.”She turned to me. “Remember, the rules no longer apply. It’s expected of you to be wild, so have fun, don’t take any shit, and go crazy.”“Meeting, huh?” I tried to laugh as she closed the door and the limousine pulled away.I rode in the back, trying to breathe myself into relaxation. The buzzing sensation on my clit had subsided, and I just mulled over the day’s events. Going from a job that barely paid my rent to just enough to cover my mother’s surgery in the span of a few hours had me confused, excited, and feeling lost. However, due to the snail’s pace of city traffic, by the third time around the block, I was feeling extremely aroused and without a care in the world.“I’m good,” I told the driver, only just then noting that my hand was idly caressing my inner thigh.Feeling euphoric and filled with energy, I jumped out of the limo and sprinted to the rusted, steel door. The armed doorman nodded to me and opened it for me to enter. “Upstairs, Domino,” he smiled.There was no need for him to tell me that. The metal mesh stairs, more than ten feet wide, were lined on either side with the denizens of sin. People dressed for a rave lined either side, intermittently, conducting various acts of recreation and depravity. They smiled at me as I ascended. Women were making out with each other, bare breasts being suckled or fondled. People were drinking and chatting, openly doing drugs. It was an erotic display of every vice imaginable and then some.
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