I moved to the big city to become a model. And I know what you're thinking, this sounds like the beginning of a bad porno where the young innocent girl sleeps with agents to get a deal, but you're wrong. Originally I'm from Massachusetts, not far from Boston, where I lived with my parents and younger sister until I moved to New York when I was twenty. I got a job in a bar waiting tables while I did a few modelling jobs on the side, the only problem was that I was a little more top-heavy than most agents liked. They all loved my shining, thick copper hair and my wide emerald coloured eyes, my tiny waist and long slender legs and even my porcelain satin skin. But the huge breasts weren't doing it for them. Finally despite my generous yet perky D-cup breasts I landed the perfect job, as a Victoria's Secret model. My parents weren't thrilled that I posed half naked for millions of people but they understood that I loved my job and I managed to keep my dignity and self respect. I loved my life living in an apartment in Manhattan, just by Washington Square, with my roommate Nicola but I did miss it at home. Which is why I was thrilled when I discovered I had a clear schedule so I could go home for Christmas, I packed a bag for a week and climbed into my car for the long drive home.
The ground was covered with crisp white snow when I arrived in Salem, my home town. The bared trees were covered with the pristine flaked and yet more were still falling from the sky. When I parked outside the grey, large two story house on the harbour where I had grown up I was really reluctant to get out because it felt so cold. But I wrapped my thick scarf around my neck and zipped my thick duffle coat up to my neck before climbing out onto the sidewalk, I had forgone my usual high heels in favour of thick soled snow boots for the weather and I was truly grateful as I felt the icy ground beneath my feet. I was halfway up the steps to the front door when it was pulled open and my mother stepped out with a thick woollen shawl wrapped around her small shoulders, she ran out to help me and soon I was in the welcome warmth of the wide hallway in out house. My Mom doesn't look like me, her hair and eyes are the same colour but that's where any and all resemblance ends. While I'm five foot seven with mile long legs she's only five foot three, with an almost scrawny figure. But she's a warm and loving person and as she hugged me I relaxed into her.
"Gabrielle, I'm so glad you decide to come home for the holidays." She pulled back to smiled widely at me just as my Dad came bounding downstairs, he was where I got my height from as he stood at almost six and a half feet tall. His dark hair had flecks of grey at his temples and his previously lean figure had gained a little more weight since the last time I saw him, reminding me how long it had been since I last saw any of them.
"Daddy." I grinned widely as he too hugged me. "You look good."
"And you look beautiful, as always." He kissed my cheek. "How you doing baby girl?"
"Starving, I've been driving all say. The traffic was murder." I set my suitcase on the floor by the door and tugged my coat off.
"I'll make you a sandwich, your sister is up in her room." My Mom waved me away and I jogged up the stairs to my sisters bedroom, she was laid out on her pink bed sheets with a pair of noise cancelling headphones over her ears and a magazine resting on her knees. Her seventeen year old bedroom was the same as when I left, three pink walls and one white wall loaded with a bookcase, mirror, closet door and several posters. Her white and pink checked bedspread was neatly made and the room was surprisingly neat, I could even see her white carpet. The only thing that really had changed was her. Her dark brown hair was shorter, coming only to her shoulders, her figure was fuller and she was taller with longer legs. She was quite hot really.
"Hey, Evie." I called as I went in and sat on her bed.
"Gabby!" She grinned widely and ditched her headphones. "When did you get back?"
"About three minutes ago." I grinned. "Don't worry, you didn't miss anything." I hugged her tightly.
"I'm so glad you're back, I've been going crazy here on my own." She grinned up at me. "Hey I'm going out tonight, do you want to come?"
"Where you going?"
"Bar in town, a few of my friends are coming too. It will be fun."
"Go on then, I'll change first though."
"Into what?" she asked worriedly. "I don't want you upstaging me, not that you would but you know how you look."
"I'll stick with jeans and a nice shirt." I smiled "What time are we leaving?"
"Nine." She shrugged. "We we'll walk to the bar so we don't have to worry about driving"
"Walk? It's freezing outside!"
"It's like five minutes away, don't be such a pussy."
When I stepped into the bar behind Evie several men glanced my way curiously, being a new face in a local bar grabbed attention, but it was only when I pulled my coat off that the looks returned in earnest. I had decided on a pair of skinny jeans that lovingly hugged my ass and thighs, super high heeled ankle boots and a glittering black t-shirt with a completely lace back and no bra. I knew I looked hot with my hair curled and the tight outfit but Evie looked better, she was wearing a blood red body con dress that showed her new, fuller figure to an incredible advantage. And from the salivating teens at the bar it was working.
"Come on, I'll introduce you." She lead me over to a group sat around two tables by the pool tables and whistled for their attention. "Guys, you remember my sister Gabrielle."
"Hey." They all smiled, some flirtatiously and some politely but with no real interest. Evie told me all of their names but none of them really stuck, I was ushered into a seat whilst Evie wandered off with a guy to buy some drinks and the guy next to me immediately smiled at me.
"So how come we haven't seen you with Evie before?"
"I haven't been back to town for like a year." The music wasn't really loud so I didn't have shout to be heard, unlike the clubs in New York.
"Where have you been?"
"I live in New York, I moved there four years ago."
"How old were you when you left?"
"Twenty."
"Yeah, you're seven years older than Evie right?" He grinned. "You were a cheerleader."
"And you were ten when I was a cheerleader." I laughed.
"And I'll always remember being able to see up your skirt from standing position." He grinned. "and in case you missed it, I'm Craig"
I hung out with Craig and the two other guys that came to join us for a couple of hours before excusing myself to get some peace and quiet, if such a thing was possible in a crowed bar, but I did manage to find an empty stool at the end of the bar and flagged down the bartender- a tall, sexy, dark haired guy with sparkling blue eyes.
"Hey, what can I get you?" He asked with a wide smile, his full lips parting to reveal straight white teeth.
"Just a diet coke please." I had had enough martinis, especially if I wanted to walk home in a straight line.
"Not drinking?" He asked as he retrieved a glass.
"No, it wouldn't look good if I got hammered on my first night back in town." I glanced over at my increasingly drunk sister. "And someone needs to watch out for Evie."
"I normally keep an eye out for her." He looked over at her. "She's young and I watch over all the young ones."
"She's also underage."
"And I don't serve her, but her friends are older and at least here I can look out for her."
"Thank you, I appreciate you looking after her."
"How do you know her?"
"I'm her sister." I grinned, he cocked his head to the side and frowned at me.
"Her sister? But that would make you Gabrielle Monroe."
"The one and only." I smiled and took a long drink of the icy diet coke he slid in front of me.
"I remember you." He smiled widely. "You used to baby-sit my little brother."
"You might have to be a little more specific, I baby-sat a lot of people."
