Authors: Stephanie Brother
By Stephanie Brother
Warning, this book gets so hot, you may have to hit the showers! wink…)
© 2016 Stephanie Brother
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Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.
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“Okay ladies, listen up, listen up.” The stage manager snapped her fingers, looked down at her clipboard and checked her watch. The air was electrifying, full of excitement for the grand reveal, the energy so tangible I was afraid we’d all shoot up to the stars from adrenaline.
“One more minute until we’re live,” she reminded us.
I inhaled deeply, holding my breath in anticipation. This was it. This was totally it. Everything I had ever worked for in the last few years—every single workout, every single clean meal, every single run, every single early morning waking up at the crack of dawn, all those frigid water shoots where my body felt like I was plunging into a bucket of ice cubes while smiling and acting as if it were the most pleasant sunny summer day and ignoring the way my bones were shaking on the inside from frigid November weather:
I exhaled my breath in a slow release while shaking my hands out, trying to shake off the excess excitement.
Oh dear god, my cheeks flushed with heat. This was it!
I needed to exchange these nerves for charisma and confidence.
This was the big moment. No more hiding. All of my hard work was finally coming to fruition; I was about to be officially recognized as a super model.
Never in my life had my body felt sensations so intensely. My entire body felt as if a thousand butterflies equipped with bee stingers were fluttering throughout my body, stinging me with high voltage.
Breathe, Cat. Millions of people around the world are about to see you on television. Own yourself. Put on a brave face. You’ve worked so hard for this! This is your moment!
We stood in a line backstage, patiently waiting for our cue to emerge from behind the curtains and make our way down the runway for the entire world to see.
Most of my model mates were now close friends of mine; this included a few who were now like sisters in this dream world we were all living in. This was a fantasy I’d been working towards since graduating high school four years ago, but even then, I never imagined I’d actually get this far.
While most students went away to college, I went away to France to a different type of school, a health and nutrition rehabilitation center, aka a weight loss wellness center. It was as expensive as Harvard tuition for a year!
Back then, I had dreams and plans to just make it to the beach for my senior trip without wearing Spanx under my one-piece.
Now here I was standing in line wearing a tight fuchsia-colored crop top and matching high waisted tight skirt. There weren’t any Spanx tightening up and smoothing out my curvy body. I worked hard for my physique; I trained every day to maintain it. Never in a million years did I think I’d be standing here. Ever. A model. Me! The girl they nick named Fat Cat in High School; My old high school self would have never in a million years believed this day would ever happen, except in my wildest dreams.
Lindsey, my model BFF from Australia, stood behind me; she held my shaking hand as we waited. Sensing my obvious nerves, she reached for my hand.
“You’ve got this, babe! Walk out there and own that famous ass of yours!”
She encouraged me in excited tones, her gorgeous sunkissed locks pulled up in a high ponytail that bounced as she shouted in loud decibels over the noise.
House music, blasted in our ears as we took in the moment. Its melodic fusion of electric guitars, drums, and keys evoked a motivational modern beach resort vibe. The upbeat and positive energy conveyed the possibility that one could dash across red hot fire coals without getting a single burn. Well, I certainly felt like I was about to take a similar dangerous walk of my own; I needed all of the courage I could get. I closed my eyes and let the music move me.
I couldn’t believe that in just one minute, when I was directed by Stacey, the stage manager, I would be walking out from behind the stage, making my entrance for the entire world to see.
I blew out more nervous breaths, and tried to avoid thoughts of about passing out. I’d walk out exuding confidence, like the role model I hoped to be for others.
My hands trembled as I smoothed my free hand over my long brown curls, ensuring every lock was in place. I practiced my million dollar smile; even my lips were trembling!
I was here! I was here!
“Cat, you’re next baby. You look gorgeous. And go.”
Moment of truth.
The music was louder as the stage lights pierced my eyesight. Per practice, I remembered that I was to walk to the end of the catwalk, smile into the camera, and do any sort of little personal effect I wanted to do before turning around and joining the other models lounging on the couch, giving a relaxed vibe on the outside despite feeling as nervous as fuck on the inside.
As I walked the runway, I couldn’t help but to think of the girl I used to be. The funny fat girl. To all the mean girls and their rude jokes: now who has the last laugh?
As I spun around to meet my model colleagues, we were all filled with the night’s excitement and sheer exhilaration of the magic of it all.
In one short hour, we were to experience the grand revealing of the
Cover model of the year. After we all were introduced, the hosts began the show, interviewing us live before showing special behind the scenes clips from our swimsuit shoot.
“Tell me, Lindsey, what’s one thing about your bestie here, Cat, that you think everyone should know?” The gorgeous Latina host asked. I took a big gulp, sitting up as straight and tall as possible, trying not to think of the fact that millions of people were watching this through the lens of the brilliant HD camera that was sharp enough to capture pore sizes on my nose.
A picture flashed on the big screen, a photo of several girls and I goofing around in the turquoise waters. I froze, still processing the gravity of it all. I’d never seen my own picture look that big!
Heck, I used to feel that big!
“I’d say, she’s the funniest person I know,” Lindsey answered. “She kept everyone laughing for days. Even those of us who are shy.”
“Oh yeah, but I instantly became friends with Cat because she’s always so much fun to be around.” My cheeks flushed raspberry red. That was so nice of her to say, truly. I wasn’t expecting that at all.
“Cat? Is that true?”
“Oh, I don’t know about
being fun.” I smiled politely hoping to convey modesty and humility.
“Don’t cut yourself short. Of course you are!” Lindsey cut in.
“Cat? You’re gorgeous, have a rocking body, and are one of SI’s favorite. What’s one thing we may not know about you, or that you’d like the audience or other girls who are dreaming of being in your shoes right now to know? What would you like to say to them?”
“I…” My voice trembled and I willed myself to grow some balls! I swallowed back fear and spoke out, “I… used to be known for my body, but in a different way.”
“I’m sure you mean you were P-H-A-T.”
, I mean, I was the funny girl, but….” I corrected. “I was actually in a bathroom stall once after being voted class funniest and I heard this mean girl say how awful it is to be the funny big girl. Something in me rose up that day to reach for something more and prove to them that I could look good too, and that I would.”
“Wow. To reach for something more. I like that.”
“It’s not about being a size two or zero. It’s not about what the scale says. It’s about being confident in your own skin. It’s about being strong.”
“Did you get a trainer?”
“Oh I got a trainer alright.” My insides still burned when I thought about the embarrassment I felt in the halls of my high school from my first ever trainer and his hurtful words that still stung and haunted me today.
“I did. And the rest was history.” I flashed a smile.
Because the rest
He had nothing to do with my success. Well, maybe he did actually. Proving him wrong and making him miss me was my greatest weapon on my arsenal belt.
“Dude. Did you see that Cat Johnson? Man, I tell you, perfect last name. She sure got my Johnson
hard. Let me just tell you. That ass, oh that ass! Those tits!”
“Man, shut up and just spot me on this last press,” I hissed to Chris, who quickly lost focus staring at the models prancing across the gym’s flat screen.
“Whoa, what’s wrong with you?” He frowned down at me, gripping the bar and helping me on my last rep. My arms shook a bit. They never shook with this weight.
“Just take the bar.” I sat slowly up on the bench and let out a long sigh.
I stopped him before the question could escape. “It’s nothing, alright man?”
“No, come on. Tell me. You know you’re going to get picked first round. Don’t worry about those rumors about what the Texans want to do.”
I shook my head back and forth, annoyed as hell.
“It’s not that, man.”
I wiped the sweat off my face and out of my eyes.
“Then what is it?”
“Cat’s my stepsister. Well, was.”
“Oh, shit.” His balled up fist covered his amused laughter. “Why oh why, man, have you been hiding her? Sorry man.” He doubled over, laughing. “I can see why you’d be all pissy: ‘cause she’s off limits!”
I shook my head. I could burn a hole through his skull with my scorn.
“She wasn’t always off limits. And she…” She didn’t always look like
. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. After regaining my shock of seeing her off the charts body on all the gyms’ screens, I braced my hands to my knees.
“Who, whoa, whoa. You mean to tell me. You could have a piece of that hot ass?”
I rolled my eyes and sighed after gritting my teeth. I hated what I did and what I said. I hated being a pussy inside back then. Why did I cave into such stupid high school pressure?
“Pride’s a sucky thing man. Gotta let it go.”
“Tell me about it.”
“So, um,” Chris scratched the back of his neck. It was either itchy as fuck, or he was nervous. “How come she’s never around?”
I clenched my jaw, feeling a swirl of emotions: mad, hot, angry, turned on, possessive. Everything, all at once.
“Ain’t family supposed to like, oh, I don’t know, come to their star quarterback games, like… especially when he’s a big shot like you? Wait… never mind. I forgot. I forgot about—”
“My dad being dead.” I finished the sentence for him.
“…Yeah. Sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight. With everything goin’ on, the draft, and shit. Stupid airhead moment. Call me blonde.”
We both just stared at her. She was smoking hot. So hot, my cock was hard. I needed to hit the showers.
There she was on screen, glowing in the behind the scenes shoot, standing in tropical waters on some remote island. Her tan skin contrasted beautifully against the white cropped t-shirt, leaving nothing to the imagination. The way the shirt cut off right below her nipples left her bottom breasts in full display.
It was sweet torture.
“So… she’s technically not your step sister anymore.”
“Shut up, man. That’s all you can say?”
“Sorry! I mean look at her.”
I bit my fist as a shot of her on her stomach made her ass pop out of the water in the shallow waves. She was sizzling. I couldn’t believe that ass. She literally lost half of her body.
“You mean, you really know this girl? You ain’t like, messing with me man for all the times I mess with you?”
He was getting on my nerves.
“Yes, dude. Why you asking so many damn questions?” I popped him hard with the towel.
“Ouch man! But damn.”
“Damn, I know.”
“Sucks to be you bro. Sucks to be you.”