Waste
09-23-2008, 07:03 PM
Chapter one.
Selection.
“Fabulous. Turn. Strut, pout for me Charles! Exquisite!” Marvell Davis was hyper again, dancing around the studio with his top of the range digital camera, snapping shots of his latest obsession. “You are a star Charles!” Davis cried throwing his hands into the air, a beaming smile on his thin face, his greedy eyes set on the model, Charles Turner, who was pulling all sorts of seductive faces and poses as he showed off a new range of Marvell Davis’s best and most expensive male underwear. “Charles you are gorgeous!” Davis set down his camera, and strutted towards his new model, unaware that another set of greedy eyes were watching through a darkened window.
Annie was watching, and she liked what she saw. Charles Turner did have a lustrous body, but it was his thick blonde hair that made him stand out, golden locks that fell around his green eyes as he flicked his angled head to the side and winked at Marvell. She gave a disgusted hiss when Marvell squeezed the model’s tight bum and gave him the smallest peck on the cheek. She could almost imagine his high, camp voice asking Charles Turner if he was gay, but she knew otherwise, she’d done her research on Mr Turner, the man was perfectly straight and usually had a different girlfriend every month, his girlfriends were stunning, naturally, and it was said that he only stayed with one until he found someone more beautiful. In that respect Annie and Charles were very much alike, “I’m also searching for the perfect specimens Mr Turner.” She whispered as she backed away from the window.
She turned and walked slowly down the road, Annie wore a black halter neck cocktail dress that fell over her perfect hourglass body and rustled around her thin ankles. She had the softest brown hair and an angled face with sharp, intelligent coffee brown eyes. Annie turned into a large upper class restaurant and asked for a table reserved for “Mr and Miss Rice” the waiter gave a polite nod and lead her through the restaurant. She slinked rather than walked, swaying her thin hips from side to side, superiority rolled off of her as she locked eyes with many of the men and women that she passed, always searching for the perfect specimen. Many of the people she looked at looked away first, and why shouldn’t they? She was their superior and they subconsciously knew it. Annie Rice was of a whole other standard to these people.
She slipped delicately into a soft seat, across the table from her twin brother, he looked up and locked eyes with her, they had the same eyes and the same hair. His body was thin but well muscled he was perfect, and like her he was superior to those who sat close by. He leant across the table and kissed her smooth cheek as she kissed his, then pulled back his eyes trailing along her neck and over the smooth planes of her shoulders.
“Tell me Edward have you heard of a man named Charles Turner?”
Edward raised a perfectly waxed eyebrow “Isn’t he a model?”
“Yes, he currently works for Marvell Davis. Just around the corner actually.” She lifted a crystal glass, filled with expensive champagne, to her full lips and took a delicate sip.
“Is that why you were late?”
“I was late?” Annie run a manicured finger around the edge of the glass, her beautiful face set with perfect innocence.
“Two minutes actually” Edward adopted his twin sisters tone, mocking her slightly, but if it annoyed her she didn’t show it.
“I spent those minutes watching, what were you doing?” she raised her eyebrows slightly.
“Watching, remember that girl we saw on the Raven College swim team? She just left.” Edward flashed a white smile, Annie was spared from answering by the arrival of their waiter, they ordered and then once the waiter was gone their conversation flowed onto more pressing matters.
“Is he as beautiful as in the pictures?” Edward asked.
“He’s dazzling, much better than our current.” Annie replied, keeping her voice quiet.
Edward sighed “I wish you would get it perfect the first time, we can’t keep disposing of them and expect to remain undiscovered.”
“They won’t find us Edward, there is no trace.” Annie hissed, closing the topic. Edward held her gaze, trying to depict a line of uncertainty in her eyes, but there wasn’t one. Annie believed in what they were doing. Edward could tell that she wouldn’t be stopped.
Selection.
“Fabulous. Turn. Strut, pout for me Charles! Exquisite!” Marvell Davis was hyper again, dancing around the studio with his top of the range digital camera, snapping shots of his latest obsession. “You are a star Charles!” Davis cried throwing his hands into the air, a beaming smile on his thin face, his greedy eyes set on the model, Charles Turner, who was pulling all sorts of seductive faces and poses as he showed off a new range of Marvell Davis’s best and most expensive male underwear. “Charles you are gorgeous!” Davis set down his camera, and strutted towards his new model, unaware that another set of greedy eyes were watching through a darkened window.
Annie was watching, and she liked what she saw. Charles Turner did have a lustrous body, but it was his thick blonde hair that made him stand out, golden locks that fell around his green eyes as he flicked his angled head to the side and winked at Marvell. She gave a disgusted hiss when Marvell squeezed the model’s tight bum and gave him the smallest peck on the cheek. She could almost imagine his high, camp voice asking Charles Turner if he was gay, but she knew otherwise, she’d done her research on Mr Turner, the man was perfectly straight and usually had a different girlfriend every month, his girlfriends were stunning, naturally, and it was said that he only stayed with one until he found someone more beautiful. In that respect Annie and Charles were very much alike, “I’m also searching for the perfect specimens Mr Turner.” She whispered as she backed away from the window.
She turned and walked slowly down the road, Annie wore a black halter neck cocktail dress that fell over her perfect hourglass body and rustled around her thin ankles. She had the softest brown hair and an angled face with sharp, intelligent coffee brown eyes. Annie turned into a large upper class restaurant and asked for a table reserved for “Mr and Miss Rice” the waiter gave a polite nod and lead her through the restaurant. She slinked rather than walked, swaying her thin hips from side to side, superiority rolled off of her as she locked eyes with many of the men and women that she passed, always searching for the perfect specimen. Many of the people she looked at looked away first, and why shouldn’t they? She was their superior and they subconsciously knew it. Annie Rice was of a whole other standard to these people.
She slipped delicately into a soft seat, across the table from her twin brother, he looked up and locked eyes with her, they had the same eyes and the same hair. His body was thin but well muscled he was perfect, and like her he was superior to those who sat close by. He leant across the table and kissed her smooth cheek as she kissed his, then pulled back his eyes trailing along her neck and over the smooth planes of her shoulders.
“Tell me Edward have you heard of a man named Charles Turner?”
Edward raised a perfectly waxed eyebrow “Isn’t he a model?”
“Yes, he currently works for Marvell Davis. Just around the corner actually.” She lifted a crystal glass, filled with expensive champagne, to her full lips and took a delicate sip.
“Is that why you were late?”
“I was late?” Annie run a manicured finger around the edge of the glass, her beautiful face set with perfect innocence.
“Two minutes actually” Edward adopted his twin sisters tone, mocking her slightly, but if it annoyed her she didn’t show it.
“I spent those minutes watching, what were you doing?” she raised her eyebrows slightly.
“Watching, remember that girl we saw on the Raven College swim team? She just left.” Edward flashed a white smile, Annie was spared from answering by the arrival of their waiter, they ordered and then once the waiter was gone their conversation flowed onto more pressing matters.
“Is he as beautiful as in the pictures?” Edward asked.
“He’s dazzling, much better than our current.” Annie replied, keeping her voice quiet.
Edward sighed “I wish you would get it perfect the first time, we can’t keep disposing of them and expect to remain undiscovered.”
“They won’t find us Edward, there is no trace.” Annie hissed, closing the topic. Edward held her gaze, trying to depict a line of uncertainty in her eyes, but there wasn’t one. Annie believed in what they were doing. Edward could tell that she wouldn’t be stopped.