Billie Bob Taylor
"Turn a little to the left," Benedito instructed as he waved his hand. I did as told then placed my hands on my hips. "No Barbie, look natural."
"Isn't this natural?" I pouted as I pressed my hands to the sides of my outer thighs instead.
"No, it looks like you have an appendix problem."
I glared at him so viscously I saw him gulp, "I'm the one who asked you to take pictures of me. Don't go make yourself some big shot Hollywood photographer. As if you know a thing about modelling Mister No One is allowed to Take My Picture. Some of us were professional models. Haven't you seen my PBR photoshoots and Great American? Sir I was a snack back in my prime."
"And you aren't a snack now?" he raised his eyebrows.
"Well as you can see," I placed my hands over my stomach, "I'm a bit in a round situation but soon I'll have my eight pack abs and I'll be walking around shirtless soon enough."
