Lexii’s stylists checked her makeup, her hair, her clothes – lack of clothes would’ve been more appropriate; the sunshine yellow Victoria Secret lace bra-and-booty-hugger-undies she was sporting barely left the imagination hanging. Lexii’s dark brown hair poured down her shoulders in waves, framing her delicate face perfectly. Her eyes were a smokey gray to match the flower pattern on her ‘outfit’ and her lips were plumped bright pink. Her mocha coloured skin was flawless; not a blemish in sight.
“Give it up for our last model of the night, Lexii!”
The announcer’s voice echoed in Lexii’s ear. She was always the last strut of the night. She always finished the fashion show with a bang, even better than Gisele Bündchen. She breezed past the velvet curtains smugly, her foot steps in rhythm with the beat of Lady Gaga’s “Love Games”.
Cameras flashed as she strutted down the catwalk. The lighting made her incredibly perfect body look…well, perfect. Overall, she looked like an angel in six-inch tall stilettos and lingerie. Her face glowed.
Lexii paced herself to the timing her boss instructed her to do. She reached the end of the platform right as Lady Gaga’s voice rang through the speakers.
“I can see you staring there from across the block, with a smile on your mouth and your hand on you c(huh)!”
She winked, flashed a mischievous grin, and pirouetted back towards the curtains. Everybody wanted Lexii. Girls wanted her body, and guys wanted her period. Her heels came down hard, making it look like she was bouncing with every step. She finally reached the curtains.
“Brilliant, Lexii. Simply marvellous,” her boss, Raphael, raved. He rolled our marvellous so it sounded like ‘maaaaaaaarvellous’. He offered her a parting grin before squaring his shoulders and walking out onto the runway himself.
Lexii didn’t want to wash her make-up off or change just yet; it took hours to put together, why not over-indulge a little? The after party was already in full swing, and all the other models stayed in costume, so why not? She snuck by all the bustling stylists into the other room.
The smoke coming from the fog machine was intoxicating. Flashing lights made the room come alive, casting the silhouettes of the crowd in reds, greens, and blues. People swayed and grinded their bodies together to the tempo of the music that thumped from the speakers.
“Tight jeans, double d's makin' me go (whistle).”
Lexii’s eardrums pulsated almost painfully.
She was distracted by a tall man with muscular arms and what seemed like chiselled abs. He looked about twenty-three; Lexii was only nineteen, a young model, but she preferred older men. His hair was light brown, almost caramel, and arranged in tiny spikes. His hazel eyes looked sexy under a set of the thickest eyelashes she had ever seen on a man. His jaw was hard and angular with freshly shaved stubble. She sauntered over to introduce herself.
“Hey,” she purred into his ear, curving her body dangerously close to the man. “I’m Lexii.”
He turned to stare at her and grinned mysteriously. “I know. I’m Luke.”
“Lexii and Luke,” she mused. “I like the sound of that.”
Luke put his arms around her waist so Lexii snaked her arms around his neck. “Good. Let’s make it official then.”
Luke’s full lips came onto Lexii’s at full force. She raked her fingers through his amazingly soft hair and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. Their lips parted and tongues met, rolling over each other like they couldn’t get each other fast enough.
His hands explored the contours of her back and found their way to her bra strap. She removed her hands from his hair and placed it over his, sliding it very carefully and slowly. She finally brought it up over her left breast, and a husky moan came from Luke’s throat.
Lexii removed her lips and put them at his ear. “You should see my room. It’s a castle.”
Luke cocked a brow and grinned. “Oh really?”
“I get to keep all my other outfits,” she said, hoping he got the undercurrent.
He did.
“I liked when you dressed up as the angel of death,” he said, a strange glimmer in his eye. Was it the lights playing tricks? Lexii couldn’t tell. “I’m quite a fan of the Grim Reaper.”
Lexii found that remark bizarre, but she wasn’t up to finding someone else to drag back to her room. “Your wish is my command.”
She grabbed his wrist and tugged him down the hall. They followed it down to the room with a glittering silver star labelled ‘Lexii Smith’. She unlocked her door and allowed Luke in before kicking it shut with her heel. She shoved Luke on the couch and started unbuckling his pants.
What she didn’t realize was that the lump in Luke’s back pocket wasn’t a condom; it was a knife.
The End.
