Bad Girl
Audrey
“I’ve decided to take up nude modeling.”
My mother’s mouth must have fa...
This story contains themes of: assault, attempted rape, depression, offscreen rape, self-harm, sexual assault abuse, violent death
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When I heard the sounds of footsteps clattering up the stairs, I straightened myself out and braced for the knock on the door. Instead, the beautiful, blonde bombshell flung open the heavy metal door as if it was nothing but a small barrier standing in the way of her day. She was soaked to the bone from the rain, her eyeliner running and making small black streaks down her pale face. Her hair was frizzy, but as an artist, I could see right through the rain damage. She wore a brown raincoat and black boots, a messenger bag was draped over her shoulder. “Are you Archer Groves? Am I late?” “Are you Audrey Mason?” Suddenly, she chucked the messenger bag to the side and opened her raincoat—letting it fall to the floor. Her nude body stood before me and I was taken by her natural goddess-like beauty. “I am Audrey Mason,” she smiled, “Do I have the job?”
Audrey
“I’ve decided to take up nude modeling.”
My mother’s mouth must have fa...