Charity began at home, p4

Charity began at home, p4

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Author's notes: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. There's no underage sex. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. Constant collaborator, Challenger69, assisted as always. None of my stories use AI technology, not now and not ever. There are vague references to non-consensual rape, but no depiction of the event. It is critical to understand the main character's backstory.

We first met Charity here:

Part two was here and opportunity meets talent happened here:

Part three Charity goes to church and meets a six foot nine inch Husky girl-baller

2021

My photo shoot for Nordstrom's was not in their downtown headquarters instead at their 'studio n' on South Michigan Street, which was an industrial area, with a few old homes here and there, not far from the ancient Boeing factories and Boeing Field. I had on some UW shorts and a Fairchild Air Force base tee shirt. It was six thirty in the morning when I touched the doorbell in the building with no windows. The door opened and there were girls everywhere clad in lingerie, underwear and high heels. There were in fact ten different twelve by twelve 'studios' with multi cameras and video cameras set up.

Quickly I was wearing purple-ish silk stockings and a garter belt, lilac skimpy panties and a see through bra. I had on purple stilettos with five inch heels. The director who sounded gay said, "Gorgeous legs honey, how tall are you?"

"I'm six feet tall."

"It says here you're an athlete, is that right, now arch your foot, perfect."

"I'm a tennis player at the University of Washington."

"A little work and you're on a runway in Paris, do you have an agent?"

"No, I have a tennis coach."

"Do you mind if I call Taylor Mackie at Ford?"

"No, sure I mean that's fine."

"Lift your right foot, perfect, no dangle the shoe from your big toe, oh you're good sugar. That's all for me, the coordinator will help you for your clothes change."

The woman grabbed my arm and said, "This way sweetie."

I was in a room just bigger than a closet with two other women, they were bean poles and looked as if they belonged in a concentration camp, ribs, sharp jaw lines, no boobies at all.

"Put the pink high cut lace panties on, didn't anyone tell you to shave? Fuck, no bush girl. Help we need hot water and a razor."

An older plump woman arrived and pulled my undies down and lathered my blond fur in a minute if that, and it was gone then she was rubbing an oil or ointment on me and said, "You need to be smooth shaving causes your follicles to be irritated which leaves bumps."

She had done this before and stopped just before...

"Panties up, the red pumps, pink silk wife beater."

"In here honey."

"I'm Char, I'll get you through this and you'll be a pro by the end of the day, you're working with LaQueesha."

"What's your name girl," this gorgeous black woman five inches from my face asked.

"Charity, nice to meet you LaQueesha."

By one o'clock when we broke for lunch, Char had led me through fifteen distinct shoe shots if that makes sense. Some were just me, three were with four women, and six were with two women. I soon figured out who was straight and who was not. The queer women flirted with me, not aggressively, but they'd say something and a touch happened, one nibbled on my ear, then a small soft tit was against the side of my face.

I could smell my arousal and I'm sure they could too. It was like blood in the water to a shark.

As I stood there I said to Char, "I'm an athlete at the University of Washington a tennis player, I'm Catholic and attend and they're relentless and I'm a hick and I have to go to confession tomorrow, it's killing me, yes I can smell myself, I'm not a virgin and not by my consent, please don't ask, I want to find someone and be a mom and be a school teacher, please help me," I whispered.

She said, "What you want and what life brings you are things you need to navigate as a young woman. Be strong or they will eat you alive and spit you out. They see you as a competitor and you're going to steal money and opportunity from them. I'm gay, your virtue is yours to protect, I think you're bisexual. Straight girls don't flood their panties when touched by other women. Mind you the part about them seeing you as competition. For a big time athlete you come across kind of wimpy."

She was right on a bunch of levels and after lunch I was in a segment with the first guy where I was wearing a bikini and sandals with LaQueesha and one of the concentration camp survivors who pinched my ass. I turned and stuck my foot out slammed her to the ground and said, "Touch me again bitch and I'll break your face."

The rest of the day happened without incident. I was standing in my shorts and tee shirt and old runners when this gorgeous raw looking woman was in front of me checking me out and she said, "Hey, I'm Taylor."

"Charity."

"You're an athlete right?"

Nodding yes I said, "I'm a tennis player on a NIL deal I shot a Northwest Ford Motor Dealers yesterday and this was my first experience with this kind of thing."

"I hear you stood your ground okay, is that right?"

I laughed and nodded yes.

"How much money can you make on this NIL thing?"

I said, "There is no top end really as it looks now I might make three hundred thousand this year and it goes into managed accounts, I'm living in a dorm and will probably join a sorority in October."

Four of my models are here today including the one you threatened to break her face. They make between fifteen thousand to twenty thousand dollars a day. She grossed one hundred and sixty five thousand dollars today. I make twenty percent on that. I have one hundred and fifty models right now."

"How good a tennis player are you?"

I said, "I have four of the fastest women's serves this year."

"Have you been in any tournaments yet?"

"I am entered into my first one starting in October."

"By next March, I will bill you at twenty five thousand dollars a day in New York and thirty five thousand in Paris."

"Give me your phone."

She punched in her number into my contacts and said two things, "Call your mom and you need an agent and I can push you towards someone at Creative Arts, but I cannot be your agent. One way or another you will be on my team."

I drove back to the dormitory. There was left over pizza, but I called mom first.

She picked up and said, "Let me put you on the speaker honey."

"Hey Charity!"

"Hi Dad. I was on a photo shoot for Nordstrom today. It started at six thirty this morning and finished up about forty five minutes ago and I'm back in my dorm."

"There were maybe fifteen segments, different shoe stuff with and without other models. At the end of the day a woman came up and introduced herself to me. Her name is Taylor Mackie, she's the head of Ford Models, based in Los Angeles."

"She wants to sign me with her to be a Ford Model. She said by the spring shows she would bill be at twenty five thousand a day in New York and thirty five thousand in Paris, I would get eighty percent of that. She said she cannot be my agent, but that I should be represented by Creative Artists Agency in Los Angeles and that I should expect a call from someone there, she did not get me a name. I'm pretty sure it can be part of the NIL deal, so after we talk I'm going to call coach Stephenson."

Crickets.

Dad responded, "What were those numbers again?"

"The gross amounts were twenty five thousand and thirty five thousand and I net eighty percent before I pay an agent. She said it was important to get one from Creative Artists Agency which is also in Los Angeles."

Dad again, "Why did she happen to be there?"

"She had four models there, including one I threatened to break her face after she pinched me."

More crickets.

"Can you include us with coach Stephenson?"

"We could zoom or facetime. I could text her to see which she has, hold on for a second," then I texted coach Stephenson, who responded in about two seconds with the answer, zoom. "She wants to zoom, okay?"

Dad said, "Are we doing this now?"

I said, "Yes," and initiated the call to coach and mom and dad.

Once we were all there I started, "Coach I was on a Nordstrom photo shoot at their n-studio on Michigan Street, at the end of the day I was approached by Taylor Mackie of Ford Models who wants to sign me to work with them, after I get an agent with Creative Arts Agency, can I do that within the bounds of my NIL agreement."

She responded, "Well first off thank you for your integrity Charity and Mr. and Mrs. Andrews. Somebody already called me about today, so I deeply appreciate your all of you. The simple answer is that CAA has an extensive NIL practice and the NCAA recognizes them as such. They work with a couple of our football players and one of the guys on the basketball team. So yes, it's all good. By the way you are entered into the BNP Tournament at Indian Wells, California from October sixth through the seventeenth. It will be a good way to get your feet wet."

I said, "Do you have any idea or names from CAA?"

She said, "I do, but since Miss Mackie said she was going to reach out to someone at CAA, I'd let them to reach out to you first. Given that let them come to you. Do you have any other questions," you could see mom, dad and me shaking our heads no, when I blurted, "No we're good coach."

She was gone and I said, "I'm shutting this down, then I'll call you."

Mom answered and put her phone on speaker, "Thank you both so much, unbelievable right?"

Daddy said, "Charity, take care of business, focus on that upcoming tournament, do all the work Coach has set up for you. When the Agent reaches out to you we'll be here for you okay and know that we support you. We cannot be with you in New York, Paris and Indian Wells. We are scrambling to get plane tickets and a place to stay for the tournament. You have seen difficult things Charity and survived them, you will be alone in New York and Paris."

Mom took over, "It is important to keep things in the middle of the road. Don't go with sketchy people to sketchy places. You know as well as anyone good people from bad. Stay away from slicksters, okay?"

I was nodding yes, when I realized I had to respond and blurted, "I was nodding yes as if we were still zooming, but you're right and I will never lose sight of family."

"What's for dinner Charity? Do you have to run still?"

"Ugh, leftover pizza or ramen and tuna, the ramen sounds good actually. I'm exhausted and Ima run first thing in the morning. Thank you for everything. I love you. Can we facetime with the boys tomorrow night?"

Mom said, "How about seven?"

"Perfect," and hung up.

I stunk like ten kinds of perfume and well me.

I opened up the browser on my phone entered 'lesbian love'

I had a bunch of choices, but the first one was teen practices lesbian massage on her step mother the actors were Krissy Lynn and Kyler Quinn and it said it was fifty four minutes long, when it started, I could not believe how beautiful they were, then I turned it off and deleted the request from browser. I felt like Mom was watching me, I'm going straight to hell without passing go, I'm worse than my birth mother, whose face was smack into my mind. I'd not seen her much less thought of her in six years and she had rights to see me but had not, 'Slut screamed mom in my head, you know better Charity.'

I took a shower and washed really good, thinking of Taylor Mackie. I wonder if she watches lesbian porn.

I ordered another pizza from Dominos and watched a spy movie on Netflix with Keira Knightly. She was an industrial spy who fell in love with a British politician then cheated on him. She made those porn stars look like ugly sticks. The pizza delivery guy was a hunk, he said rowed crew and had to be six foot seven.

End Charity began at home p4

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