MODEL BEHAVIOR

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Belinda and Shalynn were models. They were both blondes, both thin and fit and they both had implants that were the pride of their surgeons. They were both very professional and very motivated to “make it”. Both were pushed into modeling by their mothers during childhood, and both fell in love with the gig.

And probably because they were so much alike, they hated each other passionately.

Each thought she was more beautiful, more sensuous and sexier. Each thought the other couldn’t apply make-up, fix her hair or strike a pose properly. Of course, this was all grounded in the fact that each was terribly unsure of herself and thought the OTHER was more beautiful, sensuous and sexier, applied make-up way better, always had better-looking hair and posed divinely.

And the fact that each thought the other was conspiring to sabotage her modeling career didn’t help—a certitude grounded in the fact that each herself would do anything to sabotage the other’s career.

This whole situation may not have been too much of a problem for them. After all, models do tend to be in intense competition with one another’s beauty, and since they place a lot of their self-worth in their appearance, these conflicts DO tend to be nasty and long-lasting. However, with a thick coating of hypocrisy, they manage to work with one another seamlessly.

But the thing was Belinda and Shalynn were always booked together on the same contracts.

Some might have thought it was just bad luck, but there was a reason for that.

When they showed up for a shoot, each would always work extremely hard to do better than the other. Each one would go a little bit further to be sexier, to have more spotlight and eclipse her rival. No bikini was too small, no pose too suggestive, no amount of nudity was too much to outdo her rival. The result was that although they were good models individually, they were simply amazing when they worked together—or more accurately one against the other.

It was a pleasure to watch them try to outpose each other during a shoot, each attempting to show a little more cleavage, to thrust her breasts forward a little more, to subtly push each other so she would occupy the center of the frame. Sometimes, discretely, there would be a tug on the back of a G-string to ruin the other’s focus with a little wedgie. Sometimes a subtle battle would rage to see whose breasts would be up front, hiding part of her rival’s.

The girls were very intense and every shoot was like a boxing match, but with sexier weapons. However, they had the good sense to keep their hatred under check. If you asked one, she would say she LOVED working with the other, and however intense the fight for the spotlight got, it always stayed within the bounds of the acceptability. The fact is the girls even thought they were fooling everyone and that all the attention they attracted when they posed was due to their beauty, while the fact was people found all kinds of phony reasons to go on set just to see them compete with each other.

Especially now that they both turned 18 a few months back. Before, for legal reasons, their mothers had to accompany them on shoots. And since their moms were friends, they would smooth out the tensions between the two young models. But now, they were left to fend for themselves, so things could escalate easily. Plus, since they now were now of legal age, they were often cast for much sexier shoots and would model the sheer lingerie other models refused to wear just to dare one another.

So when word got out about their rivalry, no agency would ever book one without the other. Ever. And so, through one of life’s little ironies, the person they hated the most was also the one responsible for their success, and they were stuck together, for better and for worse.

One thing photographers loved to do was make the girls caress or kiss each other. They loathed having to even touch their rival, so in this situation, the hate was so vivid it was like having all the tension of a catfight without an actual fight. Then they would try to upstage each other and the make-out sessions would get torrid. But it was all for the show. As soon as the shoot was over, they would get away from one another like they had cooties.

But the thing they would never admit was that with these sensuous photoshoots, they had grown extremely aroused by one another. Being rivals and enemies for years, scrutinizing each other’s body for flaws they usually had to invent and striving to upstage each other by being sexier and more sensuous, had established a very strong undercurrent of sexual tension between them. And once they started to have shoots where they had to be sexual with one another, the floodgates exploded. Late at night, they would masturbate in their beds thinking about how they tongue-wrestled their enemy, how their breasts collided, how smooth their skin was.

But letting their rival know about that animalistic, savage attraction would’ve been the paramount of humiliation. They would repress any hard breathing or shivering with the self-discipline of a Shaolin monk. But sometimes, a little moan would escape, or a nipple would get very hard—or worst, a bikini bottom would get moist—and the looks they exchanged on these occasions made it clear that to force desire on their rival would be the ultimate victory.

Then one day, a producer who was a friend of a photographer and had just witnessed one of their little torrid rivalry shoots for a lingerie catalogue made them a proposition. He was making a workout show for the local TV station and he needed two girls to do the exercises behind the host. Both girls weren’t impressed by the offer, but then he explained about this new all-fitness national network that was to open, and he told them their local work would be used to showcase their show and get them a spot. “They want workouts, but they also want sexy, because fit bodies are supposed to be sexy,” he explained. “And from what I saw here today, you girls can do sexy!” But he had them at national. They agreed.

The producer still considered a few girls as well—some of whom he got sexual favors from in exchange for the job—so he held a group audition with 11 girls and local fitness guru Trevor Steel, who was to host the show and lead the girls during the workout.

On set, all 11 girls were given very high-cut, low-neck thong leotards. The producer was a big fan of the outfit and counted on it to boost at least the male audience of the show. Belinda and Shalynn were used to wearing next to nothing for the camera, but two girls flat out refused and walked out, which left only seven other girls Shalynn and Belinda had to upstage.

When they walked back in the dance studio, it was immediately clear they were the only choices for the parts. They were incredibly gorgeous and they moved like wild cats on the prowl. All the girls in the room looked very self-conscious and awkward in the thong leotards, but since Belinda thought Shalynn was at ease, she forced herself to be natural as well. And of course, the same was true about Belinda. So in this sexy chicken-game situation, they were the only two who looked comfortable wearing the very revealing outfits.

Trevor Steel started directing them in slow stretching movements they worked real hard at making very sensual. They pulled their shoulders back, pushed their little butts out and swayed their hips with every move. Most strippers can’t be this sensual on stage.

Then Trevor began a very fast-paced workout with a lot of high-impact jumps, and both girls began to feel extremely exposed. They were used to wearing tiny bikinis and sexy lingerie, but when they wore them, they were pretty static. Sometimes a photographer would ask them to dance slowly, but that was it, so the outfits pretty much stayed in place.

Here, however, they were jumping, bending, going to the floor and back again. Their breasts were bouncing heavily, threatening to expose their nipples, and the thin crotch of their leotards was always ready to slide off their pussies, or to get wedged in. Trying to outdo each other—and the seven other girls—while they felt so exposed and indecent awoke something very primeval in them. They were sweating profusely, their clitorises throbbing with excitement, and when they caught the eyes of the other girls, it was like they were slapping them and they were slapping back. They avoided looking at each other is such an aroused state, for fear of the irrevocable happening.

In the end, the producer told them he’d call back the girls he picked. Both he and Steele took two other girls who thought they could sleep themselves into the job and let them try their best, but they knew they had found a spectacular pair of blondes for their show.

 

When the first day of shooting came, the blondes behaved like their professional selves. They were on time, in a great mood and in spectacular shape. From the moment they walked into the studio, it was clear the war was on. They wore amazing little chiffon dresses that clung to their every curve, showed a lot of cleavage and could not be a quarter of an inch shorter without showing their tiny G-strings. They were equally breathtaking—although each one thought she out-dressed the other. Wherever they worked together, they always tried to make a better impression than their rival, but this was no one-day contract where whoever outshined the other may be outshined on the next one-day contract. This was a stable gig, a career maker. They would be working with these people on a very regular basis, so to both, it was of paramount importance to immediately establish which one was number one and which one was the sidekick. And both thought they established that—with results to their advantage—but it was a clear draw.

The girls were no divas—they knew that a reputation as a pain in the ass wasn’t a good way to get work—but they had one demand: to always wear the same outfit as the other. One principle they knew very well from their experience as mannequins was that you always dress to your advantage. What that means is two girls of very different caliber can look equally beautiful because of outfits. But if two girls wear the same outfit, it’s immediately clear who’s more beautiful, who wears it best. And since each was convinced she was more beautiful, each wanted the other to have to live with the humiliation of not looking the best.

For the first shoot, they wore an amazing black thong leotard with a wide band of red see-through material going down from their breasts to a tiny patch of black at their crotches. It displayed their cleavage and—what’s more—made it very clear that the girls had no support and that these amazing, bouncing boobs stood on their own.

And bounce they did. Through the whole shoot, they were afraid their nipples would pop out of the amazingly low necklines. Or to be more precise, each was afraid HER nipples would pop out while her rival’s stayed hidden. Normally, each would’ve rejoiced at the idea of upstaging her rival by showing some mild nudity, but in a sporting context like this one, both felt such a display would show the audience whose breasts were flabbier.

Everyone on set had a boner, even Trevor Steel—who had the good sense to wear loose shorts this time.

Through all the exercise routine, the girls smiled like pros, followed instructions to the letter with intensity and added amazing sensuality to every move, but from the corner of their eyes, they didn’t lose sight of one another, watching for the tiniest mistake. They both made a couple, of course, but since they were sure their rival didn’t catch it while they caught their rival’s, they both were sure they outperformed each other and felt very good about it.

The leotards they wore in the next few weeks were all pretty much the same models, with impossible necklines, crotches so thin they barely covered their labia and as little fabric in the back as possible. And the ratings of the show were amazing. They didn’t score real well with what was supposed to be their key demographic—women at home wanting to stay in shape—but the number of men—of all age groups—who recorded the show and watched it later in private was through the roof. So much so that Kleenex approached them to sponsor the show—an offer that was judged to be in poor taste and rejected.

But the numbers that alarmed Belinda and Shalynn revealed that the viewers showed no preference for one blonde or the other. Belinda attributed this to the thong leotard, which didn’t let her display her chiseled midsection, so she pitched an idea to the producer: have a beach week where they’d work out in bikinis. Shalynn was already secretly mortified to be working out in an outfit so revealing, but Belinda was willing, so she of course readily agreed with the concept.

The producers were elated, of course, especially since these were the shows the executives of the national network would watch to decide if they picked them or not.

Each girl hit the gym extra-hard the week before so she’d look her best in a bikini, but when they showed up on stage wearing the skimpy garments, they both looked equally stunning. The match between the two beauties was going into yet another overtime period.

But the producer had another idea in mind. He knew his show didn’t do much to promote physical exercise—unless you consider masturbation an exercise. So he knew that the all-workout channel might find them a little too risqué. That’s why he also pitched the show to an all-adult network that specialized in softcore porn during the day and more hardcore stuff after ten at night. This was still a national station—the only difference being that the massive audience didn’t tend to be too inclined to admit they watched.

But the producer knew of a competing workout show bid and he knew he needed an edge. “Girls,” he announced, “for Friday’s show, you wear your own bikinis. I’ll reimburse whatever it costs you.” From the look the girls exchanged when they heard him, he knew he was in for the sexiest show he ever produced.

And he was not disappointed. The girls showed up wearing bikinis so small they barely covered their nipples and pussies. The producer knew such bikinis existed since he had seen them on specialty websites, but on the web, the models who agreed to wear such tiny, borderline indecent bikinis usually hovered around small A-cup size breasts, with the occasional B. Belinda and Shalynn probably wore double-E—maybe even G-cups—AND they were about to perform physical exercises!

Of course, as soon as they started moving, their tops slid off their nipples, revealing pasties the size of their areolas—and not a millimeter more!

The show was rejected by the all-workout channel but got a prime spot on the all-adult network. Belinda and Shalynn were now national celebrities, but they were forced to work together all the time, on shoots and in the promotion events. Nobody wanted to see one without the other because the intense rivalry between them gave their appearances such an erotic vibe.

And with the big times came the even bigger tensions between the two. With more at stake, it was more and more difficult to keep up the appearance of civility between them. Tabloids started talking about their rivalries. One article quoted Trevor Steel saying he couldn’t pick between the two beauties, and to the question of who has the best rack, he replied that he thought they were equally amazing, with maybe Belinda being just a little bigger. Up until then, the relationship with the male host of the show had stayed very professional. Through some unsaid truce between the girls, he was off-limits, so to say. But that interview broke one of the last truces remaining between the girls. Trevor got the two best titjobs he ever had in his life: one from a thankful Belinda who wanted to prove him he was right for siding with her, and one from Shalynn who wanted to change his mind.

The situation was bound to blow. And it happened one day at a live show, right after the tittyfuck incident. The girls were wearing white leotards and working extra-hard to outperform each other when Belinda got confused and headed left when she was supposed to head right. This kind of thing happened quite often on the set, and they usually had no consequence, except a superior smirk from the right girl that shot a dose of embarrassment into the other.

 

But this time, they colided breast-to-breast.

First, it hurt! Both girls had sensitive orbs. Both had tried their hands at combat sports—boxing for Belinda, karate for Shalynn—and both had quit because they couldn’t take even accidental, glancing blows to their breasts.

Second, through all the sexy outfits, through all the photoshoots and through all the heavy bouncing, both girls had managed to keep her nipples from accidentally slipping out. But the collision popped Belinda’s left nipple right out of her low neckline. Now to be the one to show her nipple first on national TV was the height of humiliation for Belinda, but to show it as a result of breast-to-breast jousting with her hated rival was absolutely mortifying.

Reflexively, Belinda concealed her exposed breast and bitchslapped Shalynn.

Live.

Everybody on the stage completely froze for about five seconds as the sound of the slap reverberated. Then both girls jumped at each other with wildcat screeches. They were quickly separated by Steel and crew members, but the very delicate truce that had barely maintained between them for years was now shattered.

“I’ll kick your bony ass, bitch!” Shalynn screamed.

“You were just jealous of my breasts,” Belinda replied, rubbing her rival’s nose in her previous humiliation.

“MY breast WON, bitch. MY breasts stayed in place while YOUR saggy tit almost hit the ceiling.”

 Insulted, Belinda jumped at Shalynn again, only to be restrained again.

Live.

“LADIES! Ladies! Let’s be civilized, here,” Trevor Steel enjoined.

“You’re right, Trevie,” Belinda said, purposely using the familiar nickname she gave him when she titfucked him. “What do you propose?”

“How about we get mats in here and let you settle things between you two with a wrestling match.”

“I’m game,” Shalynn immediately agreed, thrusting her massive breasts forward challengingly. But Shalynn was terrified at the idea of fighting her rival. Oh, victory would be sweeter than sweet, but there was a real possibility of getting irreparably humiliated here. Plus she had no real physical courage. Her physical perfection was her bread and butter and she didn’t get that way by getting punched in the face. And there was that time in her short-lived karate class where she failed to block a punch to her boob during a routine exercise. The pain had been unbearable and the idea that the girl did it on purpose out of jealousy was enough for her to never set foot in a dojo again.

“A fight? How crude!” Belinda said, and relief washed over Shalynn. The platinum-blonde bitch was backing off! Shalynn was winning without having to break a sweat. “This wouldn’t solve anything, Belinda continued. “No, I’ve made the little tramp wet her bikinis for years. She thinks she’s more beautiful than me, but she’s crazy with desire for me!”

“You WISH!” Shalynn said unconvincingly.

“So since the REAL question here is Mirror, mirror on the wall, how about we settle this with a sexfight?” Belinda almost had an orgasm just watching Shalynn’s outraged reaction. Belinda had been dreaming about making love to her rival for years now. At first, she wouldn’t even admit it to herself. Then she would openly fantasize about it while masturbating, but she had found a bottomless pit of erotic inspiration once she started fantasizing about FORCING her rival to cum as her rival was desperately trying to make HER cum. And now this perfect opportunity was here and Belinda just knew Shalynn couldn’t refuse.

“What’s a sexfight?” Shalynn asked hypocritically. She knew perfectly well what it was and owned many she had downloaded off the Internet. And not surprisingly, she always dreamed of trying it—at first with girls she would mesmerize with her beauty, and then, after months of training, against her hated rival.

“You know what it is,” Belinda replied with a wicked smile that made Shalynn blush. “You and I, fully naked, my pussy against your pussy. First one to cum has to publicly admit the other is more beautiful, and has to say so in every interview.”

Shalynn couldn’t believe how outrageous the proposition was. A fight was one thing, but having SEX with a GIRL, NAKED?

“Deal.”

The producer’s phone was vibrating before they even cut to commercial. He looked at the screen and saw it was one of the network executives. Either he was fired, or he had the best deal of his career.

 

And so it was agreed that the sexfight would be broadcast live two weeks later, at a time normally reserved for the more hardcore shows. Promos were shot. The girls gave interviews—this time separately. They hyped the sexfight like crazy and when the night came, it was estimated that about five times the normal audience was watching.

Shalynn was in her dressing room—her un-dressing room tonight. She was so nervous she thought she’d be sick, but she knew she couldn’t let Belinda know, so she practiced her demeanor in the mirror. She was fully naked and there was no concealing her throbbing clit standing out like a pearl, nor her erect nipples. She knew her rival would immediately see this and know she had the upper hand and was mortified at that thought. She asked herself for the umpteenth time if she couldn’t just call this off and just concede victory to Belinda, but that thought was even more unbearable than the thought of her naked body on national TV.

Belinda was also a nervous wreck, but she was actually looking forward to this. All her life, she had known she was better than this bitch Shalynn, and now she was going to prove it, on national TV no less! Of course, there was the possibility of losing, but somehow she just knew it wouldn’t happen and she was looking forward to just standing up next to her rival after she humiliated her. Belinda wouldn’t have to do anything. Everybody would know Shalynn was the lesser girl. And Belinda would be even more beautiful and successful just because she would now be standing on her defeated rival.

“It’s time,” assistants came to tell them at the exact same time. Both took a deep breath, looked one last time at their naked, perfect bodies in the mirrors, and sauntered out of their dressing rooms, looking sexy and confident.

The commentator of the event had just finished introducing them—it was agreed they would enter simultaneously after the little montages presenting them—so both girls walked onto the stage where they worked out day after day. A thin mat had been laid in the middle, and that was it.

The girls stared straight in each other’s eyes as they advanced toward one another. Both kneeled on the mat, but they knew the one who’d stop advancing would look weak, so they kept coming closer. Shalynn was totally stunned by Belinda’s beauty. The platinum blonde’s breasts were even more perfect than she imagined, and she was relieved to see that her clit was also standing out like a marble, and her nipples were also diamond-hard. Then Shalynn realized that if she didn’t stop, her naked breast would bump into Belinda’s, and she wasn’t sure this contact wouldn’t make her climax on the spot. But she couldn’t be the one stopping, so she didn’t and the contact sent an electric shock through all her body.

That’s also when Belinda realized her victory was far from sure. That time when Shalynn’s breast exposed hers, she had felt an uncontrollable onrush of pleasure course through her body. This was the reason she fired that slap so fast, to push the feeling away and violently deny it to herself. But it was back now, with a vengeance, and this time there was no slap possible. So she did what she always did when Shalynn was proving better than she: she upped the ante, this time by kissing her rival furiously, her throbbing breast pushed up by her rival’s perfect orb.

The weight of her rival’s breast on her own brought Shalynn a heartbeat from full-on orgasm, and she had to concentrate on repelling the tongue invading her mouth to smother it.

Then, as sudden as her kiss was, they broke away, both breathing hard but each thinking she breathed a little harder than her opponent and making a brutal effort to calm down.

Belinda shifted her weight a little and her hard nipple accidentally brushed against Shalynn’s, who immediately interpreted this as a way to rub her nose in the fact that Trevor has said Belinda’s breasts were better and brushed back.

Belinda’s eyes narrowed, and she counterattacked, her hard nipples fencing with Shalynn’s, sometimes bending the rubbery appendage, sometimes getting bent herself, but each time getting a jolt directly into her clit, it seemed. She knew she wouldn’t be able to last long against Shalynn’s spectacular orbs, but again she couldn’t back down. And of course Shalynn was brutally beating back her own orgasm with every flick of her nipples but refused to back down.

“How about we get down to business,” Belinda said, her voice throaty with a desire she was desperately trying to conceal.

“Anytime, bitch,” Shalynn replied in an equally deep voice, trying to hide her relief that Belinda was putting an end to their nipple duel. It would’ve been the height of humiliation to cum from nipple fencing, which she was one second from doing. She knew this didn’t bode well for the clit-to-clit fencing, but it bought some time, at least.

With their gazes locked in a desperate attempt to look confident, they sat on the mat and tentatively brought their pelvises closer. Shalynn couldn’t believe how big Belinda’s clit was, and she knew it was a weakness to exploit, but she also knew Belinda had spotted her own throbbing clit and was zeroing- in on it.

Their pussies were now almost touching. Belinda was mesmerized by her rival’s beauty and confidence, by her proud nipples atop her massive breasts heaving with each deep, calm breath, by her shapely and toned body and by her drenched pussy that seemed to be waiting to pounce on hers like a beast.

Then the first contact was made and the sensation was so intense that both rivals had to make a huge effort not to back down and give the satisfaction to the other.

They didn’t move for a while, neither of them daring, both of them to afraid they’d cum. Then Belinda slowly started to roll her hips, her wet labia engulfing Shalynn’s clit like two lips. Shalynn was in trouble. She felt her orgasm swell like a volcano ready to erupt, but she still managed to push it down with the sheer thought of her humiliation on national TV. But then, Belinda did something completely unexpected: she touched Shalynn’s breast with her bare foot, squeezing her hard nipple between two of her toes.

Shalynn didn’t know if it was the surprise, or if her fantasies of besting Belinda on set while they worked out barefoot played a part in it, but the orgasm overtook her like a great wildcat pouncing on its prey. It was brutal, overwhelming, all-encompassing, like being hit by a bus or like falling from a tall building. She could see Belinda biting her lips, keeping her own orgasm at bay and smirking. All was lost as Shalynn squirted for the very first time of her life, as if to make her body’s complete submission even clearer.

Belinda would be the most beautiful from now on. She would be the alpha-female, the top dog, and Shalynn knew that the whole nation would know, that her butcher would know, that the Starbuck’s barista making her morning non-fat latté would know, that the taxi driver taking her to the studio would know, that her high-school friends would know, her ex-boyfriends, the other models, her next-door neighbor and that sexy lifeguard she was planning to seduce and bang this weekend, they would all know.

But even worse: Shalynn herself would know. Without a doubt.