RED PASSION, part 1

Life in the big city was not fulfilling the dreams that Priscilla had placed in her. At the age of 23, the young woman had always firmly believed that her charisma and looks would catapult her into a world of glamour, parties and sex. The girl was aware of the superficiality of her desires, but she had never cared what others thought, for she knew she was destined for fame and money, for the good life. She had the face and the body to rub shoulders with the hottest celebrities, and all she needed was just to be in the right place at the right time. So far, however, Detroit didn’t seem to be that place, nor today that time. Walking out of the fast food restaurant where she worked, Priscilla couldn’t help but think sadly of the ten hours of hamburgers and hot dogs for a pathetic salary was not the life she deserved.

But that Thursday night after a horrible day at work was the moment when destiny wanted to give the gorgeous woman a chance. Usually, fate liked to play its cards with subtlety, but that time it opted for a more direct move: a sudden gust of wind ruffled Priscilla’s long, lush reddish hair just before throwing a sheet of newspaper against her beautiful face as she crossed the street. Snarling a couple of insults and swears, the girl grabbed the unexpected attacker, cursing her bad luck. Ready to tear the sheet to shreds, the redhead stopped as soon as an advertisement caught her eye.

“This is your opportunity! International modeling agency seeks new female faces for next seasons,” Priscilla read in a low voice, not realizing she was in the middle of the street. “High remuneration. Five-year contract with opportunities to work with partner agencies in the Americas, Europe and Asia. Essential: good presence and minimum height of 5'9". If you are interested, call the following…”

The sound of a loud engine interrupted Priscilla. In less than a second, a motorcycle was already on top of her, and the young beauty practically jumped onto the sidewalk with a startled scream. The motorist shouted something insulting as Priscilla caught her breath, the crumpled sheet of newspaper in her hand.

“This is my chance,” the redhead muttered with a short gasp. She was so exultant that she was ignoring the fact that she had just put herself in danger. With her hand shaking from nerves, she reached into the pocket of her jeans for her cell phone. “I have more than enough height! And I have the best of presences!”

No one could deny the veracity of both statements. Priscilla had always been the tallest woman wherever she went, standing a little more than six feet off the ground. Of course, she also had the looks to be a model, with an appeal that men—and, when they would admit it, women—would consider close to perfection. Her face was magnificent, marvelous, with captivating green eyes, a delicate nose surrounded by a few freckles, and full, pink lips, the whole female package framed by thick, wavy scarlet hair, so long that it almost reached the middle of Priscilla’s back in its wild fall. The young woman’s body undeniably matched the beauty of her face. Priscilla had been a cheerleader in high school, and still maintained that excellent physical shape thanks to the gym. Her belly was smooth, with a suggestive navel, her hips wide, and her ass round and firm. Priscilla could boast surprisingly long legs that combined strength and softness, and D-cup boobs so gravity-defying they were the envy of any woman.

There was no doubt: Priscilla had everything it took to be a model, whether they were looking for a body, a face, or both. With renewed confidence, she called the number listed in the ad. On the second ring, a woman’s voice spoke on the other end of the phone. Luck was on Priscilla’s side: the auditions would take place the next day, in the morning, in a downtown skyscraper. The only requirement was to pay a $200 registration fee, which almost made the girl forget the whole thing.

“Okay,” she said, trusting her fate. “Sign me up for tomorrow. I’m Priscilla Vermelha.”

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Choosen by Pehmonalle1977. Words: 709 words.

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