Prologue
I woke up early this morning in my new cute little rental house. It was right on the beach and had killer views of the boulevard and the ocean. Ordinarily I wouldn’t have been able to afford it, but thanks to the last several months of my modeling contract with BigHit Entertainment, I now had all the money I could need. I’d been a personal assistant to BTS, which basically meant that I satisfied their need for female companionship and just generally hung out with them. I’d fallen in love with them. They were all great guys. They were on tour now. Probably for the next several months. As a result of that, BigHit had put my contract into suspension, meaning that I was free to do as I wished while BTS were gone, but would have the option to resume our previous arrangement when they got back. I planned to. I missed them already.
I smiled down at my phone as I checked my messages and literally all of the boys had sent me texts telling me how much they missed me, or how much they wished I was there with them. We could always have phone sex, right? I was touched by their affection and more than a little turned on by their desire for me. It was nice to feel like people gave a damn about me.
I was excited this morning as I got ready, curling my long black hair and swiping mascara onto my thick eyelashes to compliment my pretty green eyes. I wore a cute denim skirt and wedges that made my legs look long and shapely, paired with a cute halter top that stopped just above my navel. I looked cute, and this outfit would highlight my assets for the meeting I had schedule last night as I left the BTS mansion.
I had liked the manager, Jen, over the phone at least. She had seemed warm and personable. I wondered about the details of the contract with JYP. I wasn’t really familiar with Got7, but I figured that if they were an idol group like BTS, they were probably all very good looking and that was great for me, since I assumed that my arrangement with them would be similar to what I had done for BTS.
Most girls would probably have an issue with sleeping around like I did...but whatever. I liked sex. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with good sex between consenting adults. It wasn’t like I was hurting anyone. I was actually kind of excited to start this new adventure. I missed BTS, but if the Got7 boys were anywhere nearly as hot as they were...I was going to have a great next few months.
I just had to go to this meeting and discuss the actual terms of the contract. If JYP wanted me to live with Got7, they were going to need to agree to buy me out of the lease I’d signed on the house I literally just moved into. They would also need to compensate me at the same rate that I used to get paid by BigHit. It was pleasurable to sleep with hot guys all the time, sure, but it was also tiring. Being fucked several times a day, every day was kind of exhausting. I was sure there would be other stipulations as well, but the most important things were living arrangements and pay. I could work with just about anything else.
I smirked at myself in the mirror as I walked out and locked up. This was going to be fun.
