Chapter 4 #3
“Hey. We never got together after the announcement. I’m glad we could do something, and I wanted to thank you for when you subbed for me.” Sabrina pointed at a chair for Madison to take a seat.
“No problem. It helped me out too.” Madison leaned over to hug her, but Sabrina didn’t bother to get up.
“Yeah, you got the headliner position.” Sabrina was stiff and her voice icy.
Madison was confused at Sabrina’s snide tone as if she had taken something from her. “Yeah, it was a surprise to me too. They said they were going to put me on the schedule, not make me a headliner. I got the news today. How did you find out?”
“When I called to get my schedule, one of the girls told me.”
How had anyone else known that she got the position?
Sabrina reached for a napkin. “I was surprised. You said you didn’t like working there.”
“I didn’t, but they made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” Madison cringed at the mafia reference.
“I bet.” She crumpled the paper in her fist.
Madison didn’t have anything to say to that.
“I was in the running for the headliner position. Seems I lost out to you a second time.”
Madison reached out to comfort Sabrina. “Oh Brina, I didn’t know.” This was horrible, but she couldn’t give it up. She needed the money, and she had already told her other jobs she would be out. She had to depend on this position for the next three months. She needed it to be able to survive.
“When I was at the club, I met Dante the owner, and he offered it to me. I didn’t mean to take it from you.” Sabrina’s hand was cold under hers.
“But you’re not going to give it back, are you? I guess you can’t since he picked you.”
“Yeah. I don’t think I can, and to be honest even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to.”
“I know, you signed a contract.” Sabrina’s hand relaxed.
“Uh, right.” Did she need to? She trusted Dante not to go back on his word. Enzo had called her with the schedule, so she didn’t think he would take it away from her.
“Congratulations on being first in the AS competition.”
“Thanks.” Madison was embarrassed by Brina’s praise and hurt at the undercurrent of venom.
She knew she did good work, but she still found it hard to take praise, since she didn’t get a lot of it as she grew up, and it was something she had been working on in therapy.
She didn’t understand Sabrina’s animosity.
They both knew it was a competition going into it.
“You made it too.”
“Yeah, but by a thread.”
“I don’t think so. Your designs are just as good as anyone else’s.” And she meant it.
“Thanks.” Sabrina smiled the first real smile since they sat down. “That means a lot to me.”
“Anytime.”
Sabrina had needed to run to meet her model after coffee so they hadn’t stayed long, and Sabrina hadn’t been able to give Madison a ride back home, which was ok. Madison sat down at the bus stop when her phone dinged, it was from Sabrina. But when she looked at it, it said message deleted.
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Madison sat on her sofa and stared at the designs she had pinned up on the wall. They were all good, solid work, but was any of them special enough to walk the runway and win her a job as associate fashion designer at Anastazia Stewart’s house of fashion?
No. She needed to go bigger, and she needed a secret weapon. Her signature was a hidden pocket that she put in all her work. It was for her, and she wanted it to be a trademark. Where people would try and find this hidden pocket that could be used to hold cards or keys.
Madison bit the inside of her cheek and looked at the sketches she had laid out before her on the table.
None of these designs spoke to her and if she were honest and didn’t lie to herself, this wasn’t her best work.
How could it be with so much on her mind?
She decided to start fresh and decided to sketch freeform.
Maybe the use of good ole pencil and paper would help her get out of the rut.
She pulled out her pencils and with it came an image of Dante. Where was he at this moment? She tamped it down. She had had more than enough of the Dante show already.
Pencil in hand, she sketched a rough outline of a female figure. She wanted to do a dress, but maybe a design with pants would be better.
What did Dante prefer? Dress or pants? It didn’t matter. The design wasn’t for him. Maybe she would do one of each. That settled, she grabbed a fine charcoal tipped pencil. Poised above the paper, she needed to decide her next move. Long or short dress?
Her gaze lingered outside her window and her mind drifted.
Madison remembered Dante’s mouth on her and it was accompanied by a heavy pull in her sex.
Did he like clothes that revealed a women’s body on the women he slept with?
There seemed to be a pang in her chest of him with another woman or women.
She had spent too much time with thoughts of Dante.
She hadn’t touched herself since she had been with him and it had been three days of torture.
Her body was on fire with dreams of him and what he did to her body and even imagined other things they could do to each other. She hadn’t gotten any sleep.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried. But it just wasn’t the same.
She didn’t know if it was that Dante had ruined her or what.
But even thoughts to use her vibrator had turned her off.
She acknowledged she was like a sex addict; it was all she could think of.
Maybe she would take matters back into her own hands.
She slid off the sofa and padded back to her room.
She opened the drawer in her nightstand and pulled out her thrusting rabbit vibrator and set it on the top of the nightstand.
She peeled off her boy shorts and panties and pulled off her t-shirt and bralette and lay back in the bed. What would she do before Dante?
Madison would light a candle and then get herself in the mood. She didn’t need help to get in the mood. She was already there. She let her hands roam over her body. Up her stomach and to her breasts before they traveled down between her legs. She was already so wet.
She moved her hands back up to cup her breasts and worked her nipples into hardened peaks. She rolled and twisted them between her fingers.
She tried to do what Dante had done to them. It had driven her crazy but she just couldn’t imitate it. She went with what she knew worked and plucked them as her vaginal muscles clutched at air.
She grabbed her vibrator and inserted it. It pulled a light gasp from her throat. She liked to give it a few pumps on her own before she turned it on. It wasn’t the same. Dante was thicker and longer than her vibrator. Maybe instead of pushing thoughts of him away she would embrace them.
Instead of her hand, it would be his on the vibrator.
The image in her mind’s eye made her muscles clench, and she sucked the vibrator in deeper.
She turned it on and teased herself like she wanted Dante too.
She touched her clit and moved the cockhead up and down her slit and teased herself until she had to insert it.
“Ah, Dante,” she whispered, and that was the end of that.
She turned the thruster on to the highest setting with the vibrator on medium vibration and allowed it to do its work.
Her hands danced up her belly to her nipples and twisted and turned them as she worked her hips in a circle.
That allowed the thrust to hit different spots.
It was good, but it wasn’t enough. She increased the vibration and pinched and flicked her nipples.
She could feel an orgasm coming, but it wasn’t big and she already knew it wouldn’t satisfy her.
It was going to leave her wanting more. Wanting Dante.
It broke over her in a small wave, like a ripple in a pond.
All she could feel was a lacking need. It hadn’t satiated her.
Needing the real thing. She was sure she could find some guy to fuck her, but deep down she knew only Dante would do.
It was something that had to do with him.
The way he commanded her body. Played it like an instrument that he was born to work.
What he had said was true. There was something between them.
Something drawing them together and until that was satisfied, she wouldn’t be able to move on and focus on her designs.
Now if only she could convince him to fuck her again.
The way things had ended, it didn’t seem like it would work, but she knew she had to try.
She needed him out of her system so she could concentrate on what mattered. Winning at fashion week.