Monique Salslova's agent had received a fine offer on her behalf. Work that if done well would permanently elevate the status of the French model and perhaps give her a chance at making model of the year in the days to come.
Monique, though busy with her wannabes at a high rise clubhouse she frequented, was a little annoyed to have been pulled aside by the agent that showed up unannounced.
The annoyance on her face was too recognisable, so was the candy shaped object between her fingers. The one she frequently flickered her tongue out to taste. "I have told you several times to not show up without telling me. You are ruining my fun."
Her complaint wasn't so much of an interest to her as she glanced into the room, sighting Diana with a male stripper flexing his body with hers. The C class model was shameless when she grabbed the man's crotch lips curving into a satisfied smile. They locked gazes and Diana winked at Monique letting her know the man was a good meal.
