Thread: The Scent of Success [darkest_fate & SpectrumVision]

Ugh, finally, Demi said as the door unlocked. The actress usually had a bit more patience when it came to this sort of thing. You had to learn to wait around a bit if you were going to be in show business in any capacity. But Demi's day up until this point had been stressful. She should've known better than to tackle the pervy letters section of her fanmail today. The initial thought was that if she got all worked up she could just get it massaged out. But that had been before over an hour and a half of reading lewd comments about pretty much every portion of Demi's body. The actress frowned as she remembered this, heading toward the door. She'd been getting stuff like this since she'd really came out in show business, all the way back in her Disney days. Like most Disney raised starlets, she'd learned to sell sexy without being overtly sexy, which she got less comfortable with as the years went by. Probably part of the reason she'd had body image troubles and did some spiraling out of control for a while there. Now she was totally in control of her body, very body positive, and she'd been doing cool things. Got one of the songs of the summer under her belt which had always done wonders to promote her LGBT agenda, as did the subtle suggestions that Demi herself might be at least bisexual which had gotten some weird emails from Selena and at least one congrats from Miley. At least Demi didn't have Miley's proclivities that girl would bang anything that moved and then some. Now Demi simply loved her body, even if it did have some truly gnarly curves. Her hips flared out almost cartoonishly, with a plump rear that definitely earned attention from the ethnicities that were into that sort of thing. Demi's recent all natural shoot had further proved that yes, that was her natural body and shape. She knew she didn't look perfect nobody would ever see her as not having that shape, but she was proud of how she looked. Of course, the lewd messages really didn't help. About half had to deal with slapping her ass or even outright fucking it. The latter had seemed especially weird to Demi, as she'd never thought of that as really something normal people did. Once, a few years back, she'd experimented with poking her fingers around back there. It had actually felt pretty good, but she'd been too nervous to do more than sort of poke around. Several of the messages definitely pushed beyond that... and then some. Just thinking about it made Demi get a little hotter under the collar. All behind you You're getting a massage with someone who comes totally recommended, and he's gonna make you feel great, she told herself, giving her head a shake. She ran a few fingers across her feather black hair before nodding. The girl had opted for just a simple loose cropped t-shirt, one that showed a bit of neckline and a flash of her abdomen. A slight peak of her you make me beautiful tattoo, complete with feathers, could be seen, mostly just the tips of the feathers. She wore a pair of loose, dark gray cotton pants beneath, which didn't really hide her ass well at all. Not like it mattered if he really wanted a peak he'd just have to Google. Plus, she'd probably be chucking down to the swimsuit underneath soon anyway. Hey! she said as the masseur greeted her. Sorry if I'm late. I got wrapped up in some projects and then traffic was a pain, she rolled her eyes and stepped inside, looking around and getting a lay of the land. Do you have somewhere I can, like, store my stuff? I really don't want to have my phone buzzing at me or to worry about me keys or whatever... she trailed off before turning to look at him. oh god! I'm being super rude. I'm so sorry, it's just been, she rolled her eyes, you would not believe...