by Tyla Walker
Five Star Curves
A BWWMRomance
Tyla Walker
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Contents
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1. Devon
2. Jenna
3. Devon
4. Jenna
5. Devon
6. Jenna
7. Devon
8. Jenna
9. Devon
10. Jenna
11. Devon
12. Jenna
13. Devon
14. Jenna
15. Devon
16. Jenna
17. Devon
18. Jenna
19. Devon
20. Jenna
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Description
Jenna Lawrence thought that when she was starting at XYZ Department stores, she’d be on a career track that would make her successful. She moved to the big city from Georgia and she just wants to find a way to take her of her son, Elijah.
But then all that’s changed when she meets Devon.
He’s looking for a model and he just may have found one in Jenna. He’s so into her. She’s got the swagger and the vibe and he can tell she’s feeling her.
But she’s worried. Because Devon’s around beautiful models all day. No way this white boy would be interested in her. She’s too curvy. She’s a big girl. How can she be the face of a national brand?
How can Devon fall for a girl like her? Is she good enough?
Find out in this sizzling BWWM Romance!
One
Devon
"That's a wrap! Thank you, everybody, for coming, we'll be notifying you should you get a spot," I announce to the waiting crowd.
We just finished a go-see session for one of our print ad clients. Even though we posted the notice only three days ago, almost a hundred aspirants arrived at our doorstep earlier.
I'm not actually surprised. Our company, DKM, is one of the biggest and most successful modeling agencies here in Philadelphia. A lot of models dreams of being represented by us.
Yes, even if I'm the owner and CEO of this company, I'm still involved and hands-on in most of our activities. I think that's what makes us a cut above the rest.
Devon Koflar, at your service.
Others are familiar with my work as a model, which was my part-time stint when I was still in college. But after I graduated from UPenn, I moved into something more stable and more profitable.
Since I already know my way around the modeling world, and I've established several contacts, I dipped my toes into creating my own company – DKM Models, Inc.
We started out small, with only a handful of clients. But with hard work, dedication, and having a passion for what we do, we became known in the industry.
Sometimes, I still get offers from other clients to do modeling for them. They even say I can name my price. I can't blame them though, with my good looks and athletic built, I would say I can be a really be an effective endorser.
Unfortunately, that phase in my life has already passed me by. I'm no longer interested in posing in front of a camera. So I have to offer them the next best model in our portfolio.
I sit on my desk as I try to go through the portfolio of those who came earlier. I have to admit that the aspirants are all good looking and that they have the body of a model. But that's not all you need to stay in this business.
Attitude is essential. It'll make or break you. And a lot of these aspiring applicants don't have it. They think that only their physical appearance matters. I wouldn't hire someone who feels entitled, that would be like getting a hammer that I'll use to strike my own head.
Others attend the go-see in an attempt to sell their body, perhaps to land a one night stand with me. One piece of advice, if you're going to a casting call, make sure you're really there for the work, not for a fuck.
I'll admit, I have flirted around and slept with some of my models, but it usually happens after I've hired them and has done work for me. I'm not too fond of those who are overly confident and easy to get.
My internal musings are interrupted when my secretary knocks and opens my door.
"Yes, Maddie? What is it?" I ask her.
She goes inside my office and brings the iced coffee that I asked her to get for me earlier. She puts it down on my desk, and I thank her.
"I also would like to remind you that you have a meeting with XYZ later at 2:00 pm," Maddie reminds me.
"Ah, thank you for the reminder. It's going to be held at the 12th-floor meeting rooms, right?" I confirm with her.
"Correct. In the Garnet room, to be exact," she notes. I nod my head. Maddie leaves my office to go back to her station.
XYZ is a known upscale department store. They're one of our new and big clients, that's why I'm personally going into the meeting that they requested later. Their corporate headquarters is located in the same building where my office is.
I go back to looking through the various model portfolios that were submitted to us. We need to narrow down the applicants to a maximum of twenty, and then we'll call them in for the final casting call.
Everyone knows that I've got the eye for detail, and I can see the potential of talent in a person. So the first screening goes through me. I meticulously go through each profile and decide whether they go to the "yes" or the "no" pile.
Finally, I'm able to weed out the undeserving. I send my initial list to my creative team. They know what to do next.
Afterward, I spend some time looking over the files that my creative directors have sent me regarding XYZ's profile. I want to be ready for our meeting. I need to show them that I know and understand what they need and that I'll be able to provide it for them.
My meeting is scheduled at 1:30 pm. I stand from my desk and go to our lobby, where I wait for the elevator. I need to go down and use the low rise elevators to get to the floor where the meeting will be held. I arrive at the room 15 minutes early. I don't like being late.
Members from the top-level management of XYZ headed by Mr. Harry Keys enter the meeting room. After formal introductions, we proceed with the main agenda of the meeting.
"As you know, XYZ is in
the middle of rebranding. In line with that, we would like to launch a campaign, both for print and TV. That's where you come in, we would need models for this," Harry explains.
"Okay," I reply. "Do you already have a concept of what the campaign would be and what kind of models you might need?"
"We've already contacted an ad agency, and we've agreed with them that we would like to make this about diversity. So we would need globally diverse models with unique looks that would fit our new brand," Harry says.
"Noted. We can definitely make this work for you," I confidently answer.
"One thing to note, Devon. We don't want you to announce an open call of models. I would assume that a modeling agency as big and successful as yours already has a suitable roster. Please pick from those, and send them our way," Harry requests.
"Of course, that won't be any problem," I assure them.
I may be smiling outside, but deep down inside, I'm starting to feel panic.
Shit! I don't think we currently have enough of what they're looking for.
"Great. XYZ is glad to be working with DKM," Harry remarks.
Everybody shakes the hand of each other, and then the meeting is adjourned.
I leave the conference room with a lot on my head. I'm starting to create a strategy on how we will be able to get the required models without publicly announcing a go-see. I need to have a meeting with my team. ASAP.
Two
Jenna
Today’s the day of my final interview, and I’m nervous as hell.
I really need this job, and I hope that I get hired. XYZ is one of the biggest department stores, and I believe that working there will be a big stepping stone for me to reach my dreams.
I lie down at my bed, thinking of the things that have happened to me, which led me here.
I graduated with a degree in fashion merchandising five years ago. I come from a middle-class family, but my parents made sure that I get the best education that they can afford. They worked very hard so that I’ll be able to graduate without any burden or loans. And I did.
After graduation, I worked in several jobs, which helped in augmenting the family’s finances. But since my father passed away last year, I became the sole breadwinner.
Work options in my hometown of Georgia are minimal for someone like me. I needed a higher income to support my mom and my five-year-old son.
Yes, I have a wonderful boy whose father doesn’t care about him. But that’s another story.
So I decided to leave my hometown to look for other opportunities. I ended up here in Philadelphia.
Now, I have this big chance on my hands, and I wouldn’t waste it.
I get up from the bed and go downstairs to have breakfast. Then I start to prepare myself for the interview. It will begin at 1 pm, so I have to be ready and be there before the assigned time.
I look at myself in front of the mirror. Since I applied for a merchandising position, I should look good and trendy but professional at the same time.
I decided on wearing my flattering trousers and a crisp white blouse. I partnered it with a contemporary jacket. I sure do look the part, I just have to nail the interview.
I arrive at the XYZ headquarters with plenty of time to spare. Their office is located in one of the tallest buildings in the city, where most of the big names in the fashion and retail industry are housed.
I approach the receptionist and tell her my name, saying that I have a schedule for an interview today. She taps on her computer to confirm the details, and then she tells me to sit down and wait while she informs my interviewer.
I sit down in one of the chairs in the reception area. While waiting, I had to stop myself from picking my nails. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down.
“Jenna Lawrence?” Someone asks.
I look up and see a woman standing before me. I stand up and quickly offer my hand.
“Yes, that would be me,” I answer.
“I’m Kelly Jones, head of merchandising,” she says as she shakes my hand. “If you can, please follow me so that we can proceed with your interview.”
This is it!
I follow her into several corridors until we reach a vacant conference room. Kelly asks me to sit down and make myself comfortable as she takes the seat in front of me.
“Are you ready? Feeling okay?” Kelly inquires.
“Yes,” I reply with a smile. “Everything’s good.”
“Let’s start then. As you know, this is your final interview, and it’s the last stage in our hiring process. If you pass this, then you’ll be hired at XYZ,” she starts.
“I’ve reviewed your credentials and your skills, and I think that you’re a match with what we’re looking for. I just want to know more about you and your work ethics, and I only have some questions that I need you to answer,” she explains.
I nod my head in agreement.
“It says here that you’re originally from Georgia. Can you assure us that if ever we hire you, you’ll be staying for the long term and not move to another state in the next 3 to 5 years?” Kelly asks.
“Currently, I’m staying with my aunt, who is gracious enough to allow me in her home. But once I get this job, I’ll settle down and grow roots here in Philadelphia. I’ve already been eyeing an apartment to lease. So I’m here for the long run,” I explain.
The interview lasted for a few more minutes, with Kelly asking me more questions to get to know my character and work ethics. At the end of our conversation, she shakes my hand firmly.
“Congratulations, Jenna Lawrence. You’re hired,” she announces.
“Please stay here as I call HR so that you can go through the final stages of your recruitment.”
“Thank you, Kelly. I’m looking forward to working with you,” I tell her.
Kelly leaves the room. After a while, someone from HR comes in. She formally gives me the job offer and explains my contract to me. I affix my signature on the contract. Starting today, I’m officially an employee of XYZ.
I gather my things and go out of the meeting room. On my way out of the office, I tell the receptionist that I’ll soon be working there, too.
I ride the elevator going down the building. The carriage stops at the ground floor, and I go down. I’m busy looking at my phone, writing a text message to my mother to tell her about the good news.
Just in time, I look up to see a man who’s talking on his mobile phone almost collide with me. We both stopped at the exact time, kind of surprised by what could have happened.
He looks at me and smiles.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking,” the man apologizes.
I return the smile and nod at him. We both go our own way.
I walk to the nearest bus stop to wait for my ride. As I sit down near the window, I can’t help but think of the man I saw earlier.
He looks familiar. Good looking with a great body, too. I’m positive that I’ve seen him before, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I’m guessing he’s probably a model.
If he’s also working in the same building, could there be a chance that I'll see him once again?
Three
Devon
My mind's racing non-stop ever since I left that conference room.
I'm panicking, but I can’t show anyone.
I start to call every contact that I can think of, letting them know that I require models with a very specific look.
As soon as I sit down at my desk, I call on Maddie to come inside my office.
"Yes, Devon?" she asks.
"Please call for an urgent meeting with all the creative directors and senior staff that are present today. I want the meeting to be rolling in thirty minutes," I say.
"Consider it done," she replies, then disappears from my office.
While waiting for the meeting, I search our archives for the files that we have on all the models that we have worked with – either previously or those that are still with us. These files are usually arranged chron
ologically, so I make a note to start from the latest ones.
This will be like finding a needle in the haystack.
Maddie calls me to let me know that everyone is ready at the meeting room, and they're waiting for me. I put my laptop to sleep, then proceed to go to our meeting.
Everyone's looking at me expectantly as I enter the room. I didn't announce any agenda, so they might be curious about what is this all about.
"Hey, everyone," I greet them. "So sorry if I had to pull you from whatever you're doing, but I would like to discuss with you a very important matter."
I continue, "Don't worry, no one's dying or losing their job. But this isn't about paid raise or bonus, either."
Some chuckles echoed in the room.
"As some of you may already know, we've closed out a deal with XYZ to provide models for their rebranding campaigns," I say.
There are a few cheers and applause from those who heard the news for the first time.
"I met with some of their top-level management today to discuss their requirements. What they need is a globally diverse line up of models that would represent their brand. But, there's a catch. They don't want us to announce a public casting call," I explain.
"So that would mean that we have to look within our roster to give them what they want. Of course, we can also do some headhunting, but we need to be very discreet about it. Any questions so far?" I ask them.
I get silence, so I move on.
