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My suitcase was packed and stowed away in the car. Dinner was full of chatter and laughing, more so than usual, as if everyone knew that if we stopped talking someone would eventually be overcome with emotion. My dad hadn’t broken yet, but I was sure as soon as we were alone at the airport, he’d break down and I would lose it to. I would hold it off until the very last moment. I wanted to remember these last hours at home.

When we had finished and cleared the plates there was nothing left but the goodbyes. Indigo wrapped me into a vice like embrace, swaying me back and forth as we hugged. Even though she doing the best out of everyone to keep it together, I could still see the sadness in her eyes. We both knew there would be a day when we wouldn’t be right next to each other, but it was still hard to face it. I promised again to contact her as much as possible and keep her up to date with everything that was going on in the Valley.

Turning to Noah, I felt myself get a little weak. After yesterday in my bedroom, I knew I would be missing him even more than before. But now, I could feel the phantom touches of where his hands touched my body, where his lips had trailed kisses, where his teeth bit at my skin, and it felt like I was carrying a bit of him with me always. I blinked back some tears as I told him I loved him and gave him one final kiss.

And that was it. I was out the door and on the way to the school of my dreams. But I would be sure to be dreaming of them.

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It didn’t even sound like my voice when I said it: “I’m ready.” But it certainly had been me talking considering how Noah was now staring at me in surprise. It took him a few moments to recover and clearing his voice he laughed nervously.

Noah: I…I guess I knew there was more to you inviting me over.

Ivy: …So?

Noah: You’re…you’re sure?

Ivy: Yeah…

Noah: Forreal? This isn’t at all motivated by…the fact that you’re about to move cross-country?

Ivy: No. I mean…maybe. But so what if it is? That doesn’t mean I’m not ready.

Noah: You shouldn’t do things just because you’re afraid.

I crossed my arms.

Ivy: What do I have to be afraid of?

Noah: That…maybe without you here…I’ll move on or…or cheat on you? So, you’re like trying to make your mark or something.

Ivy: Wow, okay. You know what, forget I said anything then—

Noah: Ivy, come on. I’m just covering my bases here. You’re leaving in less than 24 hours and you just invited me to hook up out of nowhere. I don’t want to be that asshole who took advantage of his girlfriend.

I still had my arms crossed firmly against across my stomach, but I was beginning to relax them a little. I didn’t want to admit he had a point. Somewhere in my mind, I was concerned Noah would find some girl at his art school, fall madly in love, or even just in lust, and end up leaving me all alone. It was too common of a theme in long-distance relationships. Noah but an arm around my shoulder gently.

Noah: The only thing you have to do to keep me around is be yourself. I’m not going anywhere.

I gave him a small smile which he returned.

Ivy: I know. I’m just being stupid, sorry.

Noah: It’s okay. We can just watch a movie or something since I’m already here.

Noah got up to go head down to the living room, but when I didn’t follow behind him, he looked back with one eyebrow cocked.

Ivy: Actually…I…I still want to…

Noah: Vee…

Ivy: I’ve been thinking about this for a while, babe. I just…never had the nerve before today. I really want to be with you…like that.

Noah still seemed unconvinced, but he stood where he was in the doorframe. I got up and walked over to take his hands in mine. Neither of us said anything while we bore into the other’s eyes. Finally, I pushed myself on to my tip toes to press my lips ever so gently to his. When he kissed me back, I kissed him even harder, until he was grabbing at the edge of my shirt and swinging my bedroom door closed.

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This might have been the most impulsive thing I had ever done. Indigo typically had to drag me along to her bad girl antics, considering I was always paranoid dad would figure out when I had been drinking or meeting up with Noah without asking first. I felt bold tonight. I was an adult now. I was fully within my right to make this choice, right? Right. Still, I felt a little flip in my tummy when I thought again about what I was doing. Maybe Noah would get here and I would just chicken out. Ugh, but he must have realized what I was inferring by inviting him over: “I’ve got the house to myself.” I shook my head as if to delete my rambling insecurities. Just chill the fuck out, I chastised. You’re a grown ass woman. Time to act like it. I checked the time again. Fifteen minutes, huh? Good thing I showered earlier. But maybe I should brush my teeth again. I retreated to the bathroom to get ready; if nothing was staying the same anyway, I might as well dive right in. Out of every change that I would be facing this was the one I was most ready for.

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She’d been gone since we were 10. Car crash. The roads were icy and the salt trucks hadn’t been out that evening; she hit a patch of black ice on her way home from work. It was no one’s fault.

It was a mantra that I’d memorized to dispense anytime anyone asked me about my mother. My father was always telling me and Indigo how much we looked like her. If it hadn’t been for all the pictures of our parents strewn across the house, I would have had to take his word on it; after a few years it had been hard to recall her face in my mind’s eye. Harder to remember the smell of the perfume that scented her clothes, the warmth and pressure of her hugs. I clung to the sound of her voice, recorded forever in our old home videos. I remembered spending particularly harder afternoons playing one snippet on a loop; Christmas morning. Our father had been working extra hours much to mom’s dismay – all she wanted was to come home to a house with her husband and children. He’d endured all her irritation to continue saving up for his gift for her that year: the honeymoon they never got to Sunlit Tides. As she smothered him with kisses – and Indigo and I exclaimed in disgust in the background – you could hear her say clear as day, with a voice like melting honey, “I love you!”

When I needed it the most, pretended that I love you was for me.

Perhaps that was the hardest part of leaving Brindleton Bay: feeling like I was leaving my mother’s spirit behind as well. Even Indigo felt the pressure of leaving our dad in this house alone. Sure, she’d be two hours away, but she’d be so caught up with course work and social activities, she’d probably only make it home once a month. But I knew my mother. She would have been appalled to see us so worried over her; “It’s a mother’s job to worry, it’s a child’s job to be a child.” We certainly weren’t children anymore, but we would always be hers. No more worrying. We would make our mother proud.

Ivy: Come on. Get going. Mariah is will be heated if you keep her waiting.

Indigo: [chuckles] True. Alright, I’ll be back in a bit. Text me if you want me to pick something up before I get back.

Ivy: Will do. Tell Mariah I said hi. And no more tears.

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The light ‘tap, tap’ on my door frame broke my train of thought. I looked up to see Indigo already closing the door behind her. Even though we’d lived in separate bedrooms for several years now, she always managed to make herself right at home in mine. I was convinced she’d developed some type of twin separation anxiety. It was surprising she hadn’t been the one dreading our final days under the same roof.

I’d been holed up in my room for most of the day, packing my remaining possessions into my carry on so I’d have easy access to a fresh set of clothing once I landed. My flight was tomorrow evening. I was in for a 6-hour journey split between two connecting flights which would land me in Del Sol Valley early the next morning. The last thing I wanted to do was roll into my first resident meeting looking wrinkled and crusted over. Once I’d finished that, I had nothing left but time to kill, so I’d pulled out my journal and wrote for a while. I hadn’t been picking up the pen nearly as often lately despite the free time I had after graduation. It felt like I was repeating the same thing over and over; I’m leaving, I’m leaving, I’m leaving. The reminder made me feel sick. Now that the day was upon me, I couldn’t avoid those feelings any longer. Yes, I was leaving, but I would be made the better for it; I had to believe that was true.

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Indigo sat on my bed and peered over where I sat at my desk.

Indigo: You’ve barely left your room all day. I’m sure some fresh air would do you some good.

Ivy: I’ll pass, thanks.

Indigo: Mariah will be pissed when she hears you “passed” on hanging with her.

Ivy: I just saw her yesterday. And I honestly don’t think I can beat that emotional ass goodbye.

Indigo: I can’t believe she cried. I’ve literally never seen Mariah cry since we met her in sixth grade.

Ivy: [smirking] She cried for me. Twice. Yesterday and like two years ago when that asshole Jerome cheated on her.

Indigo: Wait, he cheated on her?! She told me they split because he liked eating his toe nails.

Ivy: I think that’s true, too. Anyway, clearly we see who the more beloved twin is.

Indigo: Well, I’ve got all semester to change that! Mariah won’t be able to escape me when she’s sleeping 6 feet away from me.

I went back to writing in my journal. Indigo sprawled back on my bed, the faint chirp of birds outside my window and the scratch of the pencil against the paper the only noise for a while.

Indigo: [softly] You’ll call right?

Ivy: Hm?

Indigo: Even when you’re busy booking crazy auditions and taking Del Sol by storm, you’ll still call us? Let us know you’re alright?

Ivy: Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I?

Indigo: Well, you’re not always the most communicative when something’s wrong. If it weren’t for Noah, sometimes I wonder…

Ivy: Wonder what?

Indigo: If we’re gonna lose you, too.

I spun around at that. Indigo gazed back at me with a measured look in her eyes. She hadn’t meant any harm; she was just talking in her normal stream of consciousness. It was different than the careful way I chose every word before I spoke. Regardless, there was an honest concern there that I had to address.

Ivy: Indi, I know I’m not as…open lately. But it’s just the stress of the move. I mean, our entire lives are about to be turned upside down.

I joined her on the bed and took her hand in mine.

Ivy: I’m…sad. We’ve been together literally from the start, and now we’re not even gonna be in the same time zone. We’re gonna miss so much of each other’s lives. But…if I ever felt like…it was weighing too much on me…you have to know I would tell you. You’re more than my sister. You’re my best friend.

Indigo smiled at me. She nodded her head and sighed.

Indigo: I know. I just have to check, y’know. Can’t let my little sister fly under the radar.

Ivy: [chuckling] Little sister? I was born 6 minutes before you.

Indigo: Are you sure? I always thought that was me.

Ivy: [laughing] You’re so fucking ridiculous Indi, I swear!

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Indigo fiddled with the camera settings, still somewhat unacquainted with the differences between her last one. Noah and I chatted while she worked on figuring it out. Despite all my sadness, I was really excited for him. While Indigo and I would be staying on campus for our first years of university, he would be going straight into a real apartment; the perks of being a rich kid I supposed. He said it wasn’t anything too fancy, but it would still be a lot nicer than trying to fit your entire life into a dorm room. Indigo even had it better than me considering that she would be rooming with another friend of ours who had also gotten into the Institute. I unfortunately would have to wait to see what type of person my randomly selected roommate was. Noah having an apartment would be perfect for when I came back for the holidays though, giving us plenty of space to just be alone together. I’m sure my dad would insist I sleep at home – there was no way in hell he’d willingly let me have a sleep over with my boyfriend even if I was 18 now – but we would make do with whatever time we had otherwise.

Indigo’s camera began beeping as she initiated the self-timer and she came scurrying over to hop into the pool with us, practically climbing over Noah in her haste. As we scooted in to make room, I glanced over at my two favorite people in the world and took a photograph of my own in my mind. I would be missing these moments everyday I was in Del Sol Valley chasing my dreams. But I would find my way back to them. One way or another.

I posed right before the camera flashed.

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With Indigo now soundly inside our house, Noah turned to me and asked what had me so entranced. I had been doing that mile-long stare for a while now. It used to only happen periodically when I thought upon our futures for a little too long, but these days, it was hard to catch me not completely swallowed by the void mid-conversation.

Del Sol Valley. That’s where I would be headed in the next few days. It had been a big shock when I received my admissions decision; not only had I got into one of the most competitive drama programs in the country, I had received a near full tuition scholarship as well. My dad had helped me figure out what I would need for the move and had my bulkier items shipped in advance for my dorm. I would be following them shortly after on the plane ride.

Alone.

While I would be pursuing a degree in performing arts at Del Sol University, Noah would be studying fine arts with a concentration in visual arts at the San Myshuno Institute of Arts. His acceptance letter came in only a day before mine. I added another item on my list of why August sucked: it was when I would be forced to leave my boyfriend behind to go to colleges 3,000 miles apart.

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Okay, so I wasn’t really being forced; the reality was that this was my dream. I had been doing school plays since middle school, and from the very first time I got a standing ovation while playing Maria from West Side Story, I knew that I wanted to live in that feeling forever. Becoming someone else on the stage, breathing life into the dialogue, bringing the audience to tears; it felt like I had been made for this. And Del Sol Valley was ground zero for the acting industry. If I wanted to make the best connections, book the best auditions, and live in the best atmosphere for what I hoped would become my career, there was no better place than that sunny, west-coast city where stars were born.

It was similar to how Noah felt about San Myshuno. The Institute was nestled right in the heart of the Arts Center, which had a long history of breeding the most notable creatives in the country, from the historical SanMy Renaissance of the early 20th century, to the rise of street art in the 80s and 90s, to the recently popularized minimalist styles of this century. He would be taking courses instructed by some of the most notable visual artists of the day learning both classical painting with oils, watercolors, and acrylics, and his preferred medium of graphite sketch. I was so happy that he was getting such a huge opportunity, but undeniably heartbroken that it meant we would be living on two sides of the country for most of the year. We’d agreed to stay together; long-distance wasn’t ideal, but neither of us could see not being together anymore. Our love was too perfect to throw away at the first bump in the road. But of course, it still scared me, and it was hard not to let that fear take over especially now that our final days were upon us.

Noah’s soft, warm lips pressed against my cheek brought me back. He had been amazing these past few months, wasting no time to make every moment count. It made my heart ache a little again to think about what a perfect life I was leaving behind. But I also felt warm in his arms. We were gonna make it through this.

Indigo returned after that, carrying not only three beers, but her new camera. It had been a graduation present from our dad and an upgrade from the cheaper digital camera she’d used for her photography club activities up to that point. As psyched as she was to use it, she’d also been extremely careful, afraid of tragedy striking and destroying it before she even moved in to her dorm. She set it down gingerly on the table and then handed us each a bottle.

Ivy: I’m surprised to see you handling that around liquid. I thought you’d keep it in the case for the next four years just out of sheer nerves.

Indigo: Ha ha. I figured it would be a shame not to use it at least once before we leave. I want to get some good shots of us all as we were before college to look back on when we’re graduating.

Noah: What a concept. Actually using your camera to take pictures. [chuckles]

Indigo: On second thought, you can leave.

Noah: You can’t kick me out.

Indigo: It’s my house.

Ivy: And mine.

Indigo: [rolling her eyes] Details, details. You want a nice picture to post to your Simstagrams or not?

Ivy: [giggling] Alright, alright, set up your camera already.

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Sable Square, Brindleton Bay...

August was the worst. I had firmly held on to that belief for several years now, quoting my reasons without hesitation.

For one, it managed to always be the hottest time of the year in Brindleton Bay, which otherwise enjoyed a rather cool and tolerable temperature. We only just managed to afford air conditioning this year but were still forbidden from turning it on unless it got truly unbearable. In the meanwhile, we had to resort to our old tricks of walking around with rags soaked in ice water around our necks and loading up on tons of ice cream when we took walks out to the town square. This year, Indigo suggested we get an inflatable pool. This was a ridiculous request because a) We had been too big for kiddie pools for some years now, and b) Noah had an actual pool at his house that we were more than welcome to use. But she said we had to do it “for the culture” or some shit, so I let her live out her dreams. In the end, the tiny pool had led to many afternoons spent like this one; lounging in the backyard, listening to music, sipping on lemonade spiked with the tequila we’d snuck in the house from the last major party of the year. We couldn’t have done that at Noah’s house. Not with one of his parents or little siblings around every corner ready to bust us. Our private pool had manifested some of the sweetest moments of the summer. I would be sad when I had to leave it behind.

I was already sad.

That was second on my list of why August sucked. It marked the beginning of the end.

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As I contemplated this Indigo prattled in the background in her usual manner as she scrolled through her Simstagram feed. She’d been stalking one of her favorite photographers for months now; after she got her acceptance letter for the San Myshuno Institute of the Arts, she’d made it her mission to learn everything about him so that she could play teacher’s pet in the fall. She’d been crushed when she found out that he wouldn’t be instructing any courses that school year. Yet she still meticulously browsed his profile to admire his work. I could only pretend to understand when she talked about his techniques; exposure, composition, framing – none of it registered in my head like it did in hers. Noah at least understood the gist because of his own background with visual art, and he would do his best to appease my sister’s commentary so that we could move on to something we all could keep up with.

Today, I hadn’t even tried, too caught up in the monologue that looped in my head. Noah took notice when she didn’t. He’d been lounging in the pool and stroking my calf while he listened to my sister go on about Kengo Shimizu’s latest shoot. Her verboseness had only accentuated my muteness. I was so spaced out I hadn’t seen it coming when Noah grabbed on to my hands and pulled me into the pool. I landed solidly on his chest, the impact splashing a good amount of water out the pool. I looked into his eyes, which were barely more than an inch from mine, our lips barely a centimeter apart. It was crazy that my stomach still did flips when we were this close. We’d been going out for a year and a half now, but I still hadn’t gotten over how crazily hot Noah was. It was hard to pinpoint when that had happened; one year he was just that kid who sat in the back of class doodling more than he took notes, the next, all it took was one look from those honey-glazed eyes to turn me into a puddle. Puberty was a powerful thing.

Indigo got up from her throne on the cooler to head inside away from our PDA.

Indigo: I’m grabbing another beer. Either of you love birds want another?

Noah: How much beer did you guys get?

Indigo: [smirking] Enough.

Ivy: Indigo’s alcohol hookups are endless.

Indigo: And we’ve got to finish off the stash before the end of this week. Can’t have dad snooping through my room and chancing upon that.

A familiar pang of remembrance and sadness pierced my chest again. Less than a week. That’s all that was left. Somehow Noah seemed to sense the depression that was falling over me again and he answered for both of us.

Noah: We’ll both take one.

Indigo: Cool. Don’t have too much fun while I’m gone.

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Hey friends!

Currently working on queuing up posts to release for tonight! I’ll be introducing some more characters and I’m excited for you all to read this!

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Imma go ahead and turn notifications on for this story too. The way you just blessed us with 6 post in one night.😍

You could say I wanted to start off my story with a big…bang? 😉 (I’ll show myself the door lol). But seriously, thanks for the support! I’ll probably switch off between posting this story and A Year of Maya throughout the week but I’m working on more posts as we speak!

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I kissed him first. Pushing myself up to where his lips hung just inches from mine took only milliseconds. It took just a handful of seconds more for me to push him up against the wall, a second after that for him to deepen the kiss and grab my ass, and just under a minute for us to throw our clothes to the floor. I didn’t care if they found me. All I wanted was this one embrace for the night.

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He probably thought I was drunk and horny. Well he was right about one of those things. In reality, I was more aware of this than anything else I had done this week. From the moment I had stepped on to the plane in Del Sol Valley, I had gone into work mode, just trying to check off all the boxes on my agency’s to do list to get back on track with my career and public image. The haze that surrounded my daily movements had dissipated as soon as I looked into his eyes. There was something about how uninvested he was in impressing me that made him that much more magnetic; he was just a boy and I was just a girl. The little voice in my head started screaming at me to remember where I was and who with; I had connections I was supposed to be making with models, fans I had to humor, and was already on thin ice from my prior exploits. But I was already all wound up at the ideas that had crawled into my head when I fell under his spell.

Fuck work. It was time for play.

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He led me to a room with several couches and arm chairs and a red curtain that could be drawn for privacy. It was clearly just another VIP room, but according to him, they didn’t typically do private dances for security reasons. I had assumed that the combination of the wad of cash I had waved in front of his nose and my status had been enough to convince him to make an exception, so I was shocked when he revealed he had no clue who I was. I squinted at him in suspicion; I had been on the cover of three different magazines, visited four talk shows, and spoken at the Plumbob awards in the last three months alone, and you’re telling me he hadn’t even seen my face once? The more he talked however, the more believable he seemed. He thought my heels were “fancy” when I’d just borrowed one of the other model’s knock offs for the night. Apparently, he assumed I was some desperate housewife out for a night on the town with her other unsatisfied friends. Even when I said I was a model he seemed so nonchalant about it. Maybe he thought I was one of those girls who thought posting poorly lit selfies online made you a Simstagram model. Normally, I’d be a little irritated; I had done a lot for the recognition I usually enjoyed. But there was something magnetic about this guy, something in the casual conversation he kept up while he ground himself into my lap and caressed my legs like they were fine china. As he pointed to his belt buckle to ask if I wanted to undo it myself, I bit my lip slightly. A familiar feeling was taking over that I couldn’t resist and I knew that I had found the thing that would make this night out worthwhile. I undid his buckle quickly.

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The announcer’s silken female voice rang out from the speaker system as each man made his approach to the illuminated dance floor. It was obvious the venue was trying to appeal to as many patrons as possible with their lineup. The man on the end was convincing with his thick arms and copious tattoos, but one look at his face made it clear that he was just barely old enough to work at a place like this. The man in the center was definitely mature, his stance and chiseled body proof that he had done this for a while and was confident. But the guy on the end. There was something different about him.

He was their “James Dean” caricature apparently; in truth he was the least enticing of the bunch in my eyes, not nearly as ripped as his counterparts and rather lax in his gait. His face had a softness to it that the others lacked that made him more endearing than anything. As the lyrics began, the entertainers started their choreographed routine, the crowd of mostly female voices calling out in whoops and screams. It all looked very routine and ordinary until Mr. James Dean broke away from the group to step forward and drop to the floor. He dipped down as if he were doing push-ups, but instead began thrusting his crotch towards the floor. On his third thrust he looked up into the crowd and our eyes met. And that’s when it all hit me.

What he may have lacked in every other category, he made up for in his eyes. Inside his gaze was all the sultry danger of a man you took home from the bar for a one-night stand, laid with once, only to have him so imprinted into your body that you carried him in your mind. Behind those amber irises was the promise of a world of secret pleasures. I kept staring into his eyes, unwilling to be the first to look away. He did the same, continuing to do ground work on the floor until he’d managed to scoot himself right in front of me, and then very slowly and deliberately thrusting so that I could see every sinew of muscle flexing in his back. He concluded by taking one long imaginary lick of the floor as if he were licking…something else. He returned to the back and was replaced by Kevin Prince. I had stood my ground with the same stoic mask I had come in with, but I could feel the warmth that was flooding my body. He was James Dean.

At the end of their opening dance, they were given a round of applause and then announced they would be picking ladies from the crowd to pull to the dance floor for chair dances. As girls tittered to their friends and waved their hands to get the entertainers’ attention, I was already making up my mind. I stepped forward on to the floor and walked up to Mr. James Dean himself. He looked taken aback.

Ivan: Is…there something I can help you with, miss?

Tala: Yeah. How about a dance?

Ivan: [smirking] That’s not quite how it goes tonight, unfortunately. It’s gentleman’s choice.

I crossed my arms for a moment before opening my clutch and withdrawing a thick stack of bills held together with a gold money clip. I held it up to his eye line.

Tala: Well maybe the gentleman’s choice could be persuaded a little?

He looked at the money and then gave me a slow up-down. It was hard to tell whether he was impressed or in disbelief. But as a smile crept across his face, I thought it might be the former.

Ivan: Okay. Let me pull up a chair—

Tala: No. Let’s grab a room. I want you to myself.

His eyebrows raised in surprise as he chuckled to himself.

Ivan: Alright then. As the lady requests. Follow me.

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Olga was right: VIP was a blessing, if for nothing more than keeping out the crazy fans. I wasn’t in the mood to pretend to care about who wanted a selfie or had dreams of being a real model one day. Of course, it also meant tons of free shit. Club promoters were always happy to throw in a few complimentary bottles with the booths if that meant they could name drop celebs who’d be at their venue that night. Nina hadn’t hesitated to say I would be amongst the group, and the manager immediately began promising to take “good care of us” during our visit. I couldn’t lie, it still felt pretty cool to get that reaction. I’d only been signed with my agency for a couple of years, but I’d blown up rather fast with the help of my Simstagram account, making me one of the most sought after print and runway models in the country. Getting fawned over was definitely my favorite part of the gig, as long as I had an escape route once I grew tired of it.

Nina: [sing-songing] Come onnnn! When’s the last time you had a good girls night out at the strip club?

Tala: Never?

Nina: Then that’s even more reason to enjoy tonight. We’re popping that strip club cherry, girl!

‘Sounds like the quickest way to get an infection,’ I thought to myself.

Nina: You’re in for a treat. This place has male entertainers, too, and they do shows on the weekends. We’ll finish off these drinks and head upstairs.

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Red Light District...

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I could feel the bass of the music vibrating up my heels into my calves from where I stood in the entrance. When the others suggested clubbing, I had expected to be toted over to some no name techno club housing a slew of pill popping ravers and teens trying to sneak in with a fake ID to catch their favorite underground DJ. Instead, I found myself in a strip club; the Red Light District, they called it. We had walked in just in time to see the beginning of a dual pole dance performed by two lingerie clad entertainers. Those who weren’t taking in the show were at the bar or in a far corner receiving personal lap dances.

I gazed around in irritation. Nina had sworn this was the best that Windenburg’s night scene had to offer, and if that were true, I might be trying to book a Red Eye back to the Valley tonight. I had to remind myself I wasn’t on my own time; I was on the agency’s. And if I wanted to show them that I had learned the “error of my ways” and turned around from my most recent media scandal, I would have to swallow my pride and play nice with these girls. I didn’t understand what they got out of pretending we would all be best friends after we parted ways here. Even Nina, who had been hanging over me all afternoon, was kidding herself if she thought we wouldn’t be so tied up with shoots, training, or media spotlights that we’d only speak in passing at industry parties. Why not face the truth of our occupation: we were destined to always be rivals.

At least I could see the VIP area across the room. I made waste of no more time and headed for it’s velvet roped door.

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Excited for tonight’s posts! It’s gonna be a red light special. 😉

#block the tags 'nsfw' or 'sims nsfw' if you're trying to avoid spice #otherwise welcome to my mature content debut #hopefully you enjoy what I've put together lol #update #thelenssims

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