“Here, eat up. You look like you haven’t been eating well.” She smiled gently, her yellow-toothed smile. I took the plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon from her somewhat pudgy fingers; along with the fork she held in her other hand.
I dug in and wolfed it all down. I really hadn’t been eating well lately. Too much has been on my mind lately for my body to realize that it was hungry.
“Good morning Deroda, Terrence.” Allan yawned walking into the kitchen, scratching his bare chest.
“Good morning.” I mumbled through a mouthful of eggs.
Allan reached for a piece of bacon on my plate but Deroda smacked the back of his hand with a spoon.
“That’s his food Allan. He’s so scrawny. Your food is almost ready.” She scolded as Allan pulled his hand back, rubbing it with a hurt expression on his face. I poked at my sides, feeling my ribs and protruding hip bones.
Had I really gotten that bad?
Allan poured us both glasses of orange juice and I gulped mine down quickly.
“Yeah, we’ll be there in about an hour or two.” I heard Loki’s voice echo down the hall into the kitchen. He arrived a few seconds later, slipping his phone into the back pocket of his jeans.
“Hmm…?” Allan looked over at Loki curiously.
“That was Mr. Rinehart, Terrence. He wants us to head over there soon.”
Deroda set full plates in front of the two and they began to eat quickly.
“I’m going to go take a shower then.” I mumbled.
“You’re going to mess up your hair and make-up Terrence!” Penny and Kelly cried attaching themselves to my ankles. I hadn’t even noticed them come into the kitchen. I sighed as they sat on my feet.
“You look good Terrence.” Allan and Loki chimed in. Deroda nodded in agreement.
“Ok, well…can we hurry up and go then?”
Loki nodded taking our plates to the sink. Then he pulled the girls off my feet, leading me outside where a Jaguar limo was waiting for us.
I checked my reflection in the tinted window, once again stunned at the person looking back at me. Loki poured himself a glass of wine, swirling it around in the glass before taking a sip.
“Can I have some?” I whispered crawling over to him on the seat. He handed me his glass, watching me take a cautious taste.
“It’s not as potent as the one you normally drink, but you need to stay sober.” He told me softly taking the glass back before I drank too much.
It only took about a half an hour before we were at Mr. Rinehart’s studio. In the lobby, I was practically mobbed by people. I cringed against Loki’s side. There we so many people around that I felt highly uncomfortable.
Loki shooed them away, his eyes scanning the room for Mr. Rinehart.
“Hi, I’m Harley, this way please.” A guy chirped shaking his dark brown hair out of his iron gray eyes. He took my hand, dragging me over to a long black table where Mr. Rinehart was seated, talking on the phone.
Harley smiled at my, toying with my hair. Then he ran his fingers under my eyes to wipe away the eyeliner I had smudged. I jumped away from his touch, glancing around for Loki who I noticed was talking to a couple of emaciated male models. The models’ cheeks were tinted pink as they giggled and flirted.
My blood boiled.
Why am I getting so worked up about this? It’s not like I care or anything.
“Come on.” Harley urged when Mr. Rinehart waved us away after handing Harley a sheet of paper.
I followed Harley over to a rack of clothes, glancing periodically toward Loki and the skeletal models. Harley threw some clothes at me that I just barely caught. He gave me a frown, following my gaze.
“Don’t worry. None of them will do anything to your master.”
“M-M-M-Master…” I spluttered feeling my face redden.
“You’re his slave aren’t you?” Harley tilted his head to the side.
I didn’t answer.
“I’m Mr. Rinehart’s.” Harley murmured sitting me down in a chair so he could touch up my make-up.
“R-Really…?” I stammered peering into the gorgeous boy’s gray eyes.
“Yeah…” Harley shrugged with a small smile.
“What about Mr. Rinehart’s wife?” I questioned.
“Elaine doesn’t care. She’s a kind woman.” Harley shrugged again.
He finished touching up my make-up then pushed me into a dressing room. I got dressed in what Harley had picked out, and then walked out of the dressing room.
I was dressed in black silk boxers and a practically see-through white v-neck shirt. My face flushed but I glanced around till I found Harley where he was seated by the photographer in Mr. Rinehart’s lap.
“Chop, chop!” Harley squealed clapping his hands to hurry me along.
Loki was still preoccupied with the models.
The photographer gave me instructions on how to pose. I obeyed, forcing my eyes not to stray back to Loki. He hadn’t even noticed me.
During the shoot, my eyes attached to Loki just as one of the models put their hands on Loki’s chest. Loki laughed, not bothering to remove the whore’s hand. I jumped up from the couch where I was positioned and stormed over to the model.
“Get your hands off him.” I growled shoving the wispy model backwards. He glared at me, shoving me in return.
“Terrence…” Loki murmured.
I glared at the ground, feeling my face redden as I realized what I had done.
“Cat fight…” One of the models muttered under his breath.
I grabbed Loki’s hand in mine, dragging him over to where Mr. Rinehart and Harley were staring at me.
The photographer coaxed me back onto the couch, telling me to free-style pose now.
I obeyed, my poses catching Loki’s attention. He tucked his knees to his chest, resting his head on his them. A small smirk crossed my face for a brief minute. The models tried regaining Loki’s attention but he just waved them away, his gaze trained on me.
The photographer grinned, snapping away with his camera.
After a while, I yawned and got off the couch. Loki had his forehead pressed to his knees.
Mr. Rinehart and Harley were smiling.
“You have amazing talent as a model.” The photographer complimented hooking his camera up to his laptop.
“Thank you.” I smiled stepping past them all, into the dressing room. I got redressed quickly, eager to leave. The models were starting to swarm again, only this time, around me.
Loki had recovered and dragged me out of the building, after saying proper good-byes.
“You got jealous about the models being around me.” Loki whispered once we were back in the limo.
“Yes and you got a major boner.”
“You did that on purpose.”
“Of course, you were paying attention to the emaciated whores.” I snapped looking down at my hands, feeling jealous all over again.
I glanced out the window then towards the small fridge in the limo.
“No wine for you.” Loki raised his eyebrows.
Back at Allan’s mansion, Penny and Kelly were waiting in the massive garage, seated on the seat of a big, black Harley Davidson.
“How’d you do? Did you have fun? What was it like? Can you take us next time?” They bombarded me with questions, latching onto my waist.
“I don’t think there will be a next time.” Loki murmured gliding past us. I stared at his retreating back.
Why not?
“He’s not in a good mood.” I shrugged an ominous feeling settling over me.
“Why?”
I shrugged hobbling into the house, trying not to step on their little feet.
When I walked into the game room, Allan was sitting on the couch, staring at the dark screen of the TV.
Sooo...I'm really not too sure how much longer this is going to last. I'm running out of ideas so...if I don't find anymore soon I'm just going to end it...
