Neither do I. We lay side by side, both silent. There is no way one night with her would have been enough. Fuck, I’m not sure one week will be enough.
Chapter 5
Angela
I’m supposed to be fit and flexible, and it was one round of sex. How am I this sore? One thing was for sure, sex with Justin was like nothing I’d ever experienced. The things that man could do with his hands and tongue and cock should be deemed illegal. They probably were in some countries.
What surprised me was that he didn’t push it the night before. He was as happy as I was just talking. It wasn’t that neither of us were interested. But I think maybe we were both putting it off, knowing we were crossing a line that we wouldn’t be able to go back from.
We were right. There was no way we’d be able to go back from that experience. I’ve never had more than one orgasm during sex. In fact, towards the end with Carl, even one was pushing it. But it was more than that. There was something about being with him that was a little unsettling. Not in a creepy way. More like in an I want more way.
I shake my head. I cannot be thinking about the hot sex I had earlier right now. My mind needs to be focused on the performance. That wasn’t going to happen though. Usually, I use my hair and makeup time to get into the zone. But since Amelia Montgomery will be doing that today, I will need to find a quiet space once she’s done.
We’ve met a few times over the last two years and she was also from Seattle like Cassie and I. Since she was one of our named sponsors I wasn’t going to decline the offer for her to do my makeup. Plus, she’s really good at it.
I sit in the dressing room chair. I’m not doing my own makeup. Amelia is doing a series of show makeup tutorials for her YouTube followers. She’s a beauty vlogger and influencer and decided to do a series for her younger followers who often know nothing about makeup when they start out. They know even less about show makeup.
“I hear you’re quitting the team,” she says as she sets up her camera. “Cassie says you’re looking for a job in Seattle.”
Cassie mentioned that Amelia was also from Seattle. “Yeah. I’ll probably send out my resumé towards the end of next week. I won’t be able to go to interviews until I’m actually in Seattle. That will be the week after.”
She switches the record button but carries on talking. “What are your interests? Experience?”
“Don’t you need me to keep my face still while you record?” I’ve been doing this long enough to know how to have a conversation with minimal facial movement.
“As far as you can, please.” She adjusts the lights around the mirror. “But I find I do my best work for others when I talk to them. I’ll do the audio afterwards, so our conversation won’t be part of the video.”
“That’s good to know.”
“You ladies are doing a normal high ponytail for this morning’s number right?”
I nod. “We’re supposed to look like classic cheerleaders. You know, with a little more skin.”
Amelia smiles. “Okay, got it. So, tell me about your experience.”
“I’ve been a cheerleader for half of my life. That’s it.”
Amelia narrows her eyes at me in the mirror. “Okay, let me ask you this. You manage all of your social media accounts, right? Who decides what you can and can’t post?”
“Me. I mean we all manage our own accounts. But generally, I advise the team on what’s a good idea to post. We try to capitalize on the label that everyone has.”
“Explain that to me.” Amelia was putting me on the spot. Making me think about something I’d never really considered. But honestly, it was something I enjoyed doing.
“Well because we’ve become influencers, by default we’ve had to almost pigeonhole ourselves. Darren’s the player, Lilly is the party girl. I’m supposed to be the responsible one.”
She tilts her head. “What do you mean supposed to be?”
“I just fell into that role, what with being the captain and one of the few that was in a serious relationship. But I don’t know if I did a good job there.”
“Are you kidding me? You did an excellent job. I’ve seen your Instagram feed. Close your eyes.” She strokes my upper eyelid with liquid liner. “Your feed is filled with team photos, brunches with friends and date nights with your boyfriend. It’s the epitome of a responsible person in a serious relationship.”
“But it’s like a false portrayal of my personality. I also like to party and get drunk, I’m not as responsible as people think. I make impulsive decisions and do stupid stuff all the time.”
I try to look at Amelia.
“I’m not done, I still need to put on your lashes.” A few seconds later she’s back fidgeting with my eyes. “I think you underestimate your power. Your followers know you party as well. Every time Lilly tags you in one of her girl’s night out photo’s your followers see that. That’s her job, to show off her friends and who she parties with. Your feed shows your priorities.”
I never thought of it that way. I’d been so busy making sure that everyone plays to their own followers. I never considered how we each influence each other’s fanbase. “I just think that our feeds should reflect the kind of products we intend to show off. You’re an influencer, you know every product we use, and the restaurants we visit is an endorsement.”
Amelia continued questioning me about being an influencer. Yeah, I could see that was what she was angling for. But honestly, it wasn’t something I wanted to do. It did give me some ideas, though. I continued to answer her questions, listening
