She's a great model. No, really, I know she is. I've seen her portfolio, her body of work. She's great!
It's just that we always rub each up the wrong way. There's something about her that I can't help but take a pop at,
and there's something about me that she just can't seem to help herself but to torment me.
Look, I've still got the rope marks on my ankles from the last photoset. Why do we have to be modelling together?
It always degenerates into a cat-fight of epic proportions! You'd almost think the art director intended it.
But I'm sure the clothes company isn't really paying for fighting chicks and bondage!
I've rushed through makeup to make sure I get on set first. It's the only way I get any decent shots.
She'll be in here, with her impossibly long legs and her gorgeous smile making me feel like a mouse any minute.
And she'll start teasing me, and probably she'll have secreted some bondage gear around here somewhere to use on me.
Well not this time, sister. I've hidden a pair of handcuffs and a big fat bit gag of my own down here and I'm ready
for you! Bring it on!
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