Act Like Nothing’s Wrong by TeraS

Continuing with Cassie’s story today on the Tale. You can find the previous parts here, here, here and here. There comes a point in every relationship where something isn’t what you want it to be. When that happens, you might have to …

Act Like Nothing’s Wrong
By TeraS

Cassie had modelled before; the fashion part of things always was the treat. The trick was getting through the makeup and hair styling, which she detested. Given the chance, she’d look after it herself, but this wasn’t one of those times and so she had to suffer … not so much the stylist, but rather her two vapid companions.

For the most part, she’d turned them out, their conversation being less than interesting. At least she did until they started talking about having their way with Keith in ways that made Cassie reconsider pitchforking the two of them, repeatedly. Still, she’d kept her thoughts to herself; the Temptress was sure they were doing this because they’d noticed how Keith had looked at her and they’d probably seen her kiss him on the cheek.

There wasn’t anything the silver-tail could do as she watched the two strut out of the dressing room in rocker chick outfits, leaving her behind. As soon as the door closed, Cassie sighed and looked at the ceiling. The matronly makeup artist stopped her work, then turned the chair around so Cassie was facing her: “Okay. Talk.”

Cassie explained how she’d met Keith and how she was smitten by him. She explained how wonderful he was, how she wished that they’d be a couple. Explaining her fears about the other two models getting their claws into him was met with not only the matron nodding, but the two assistants nodding as well.

“You think you love him?”


“Then let’s make you unforgettable.”

After Cassie left, Keith returned to the old convertible red Corvette that had been in the shop for a few months. Vintage cars were always finicky things—never quite right, with a needed part being months away at times. But at times, it was more mundane things needing to be done that allowed his mind to review other considerations.

At the moment, those thoughts centered on a certain blonde named Cassie whom he’d just met. He had no question that she was beautiful: even looking as she did so early in the morning, there was a glow around her that he couldn’t get out of his thoughts, not that he really wanted to. She seemed really nice, didn’t seem to be putting on a front. If anything, she seemed … right.

Not like the two models that were, at the moment, hanging around the convertible and trying to divert his attention to them. He could tell when someone was putting up an act, and it was clear that these two wanted only one thing from him … and Keith wasn’t at all interested.

Something caught his attention and when he turned, Keith couldn’t help but stop and smile. Standing in the sunlight passing through the open bay door was Cassie. She’d been beautiful the first time he saw her; she was stunning now. They’d shaped her hair into a blonde up-do in sharp contrast to the black leather corset and skirt she wore along with a pair of thigh high patent leather boots. The rocker chicks had met their match in the leather bombshell that greeted Keith.

Cassie wanted to wrap herself around him, to claim him in front of the two sharks who were still circling. She knew what they wanted; the night before made that very clear. Keith was out of their league. They just didn’t know it. Ignoring the evil looks, Cassie called out in a warm purr: “Can I help?”

Wiping his hands on a rag, Keith’s words made Cassie wet her red lips: “You look amazing, I wouldn’t want to make a mess.”

Cassie wanted to say “do anything you want.” But she replied: “You need to see me in silver. Black isn’t my colour.”

He mulled that over with a light smile: “The lady knows what she likes. You’d be stunning in silver.”

His smile reminded the silver-tail once more why he was, or would be, Tera’s Eternal. He always was the gentleman. Her question was offered in hope: “Would you know a nice place for lunch? Maybe we can talk.”

He nodded: “I do. Looking forward to it.”

Cassie found she couldn’t wait as she turned towards the set and what she needed to get done that day. The shoot didn’t go very well. Both sharks weren’t cooperating, doing everything they could to wreck the entire scene. Frustrated, the director called a break and walked away, pulling at her hair in frustration. That left Cassie with the two sharks in the back of the limo: “What are your problems?”

The redhead answered coldly: “You could have told us that you knew Keith. Saved us both a lot of time and effort.”

“You didn’t ask. Besides, are you both that unaware?”

The brunette was kinder, her voice telling: “You make a really nice couple. Wish it was me.”

Cassie took her hand: “Pamela. You have no idea just how wonderful a man he is.”

The redhead snorted: “There’s no such thing. All they want is a piece of ass and then they’re gone. That’s why I treat them the same.”

The Temptress turned to her: “He’s not like that, Anya. I’ve known him for years and he’s never been anything but a gentleman to me.”

“Prove it.”

There was only one way to oblige.

No one outside of the limo noticed the flash of silver light, or the two gasps of surprise that followed. When the director returned, he found the three models cuddled together in the limo, Cassie in the middle talking to her companions, too softly to be heard. When Cassie looked up, her green eyes met the director’s brown: “Let’s take another shot at this. I think we’ve worked things out.”

The rest of the shoot went better than the director expected, although she did have to ask the models to tone things down from porn levels of heat more than once. When the morning’s shoot was over, she found that the heat in the scene was what she wanted and was more than thrilled that the three had mended their relationships somehow.

Keith was waiting outside, holding a picnic basket, when the group broke for lunch. Expecting only Cassie, he was surprised when all three models approached him, the peck on the cheek from Anya and Pamela a change from what they’d been like before. Cassie seemed a bit bashful when her companions hugged her and then walked away with a smile, leaving her and Keith alone.

Watching them leave, Keith asked: “They seem to be in a better mood, what happened?”

Cassie demurred, just smiling as Keith offered his arm and lead her away from the garage. Crossing the street, Cassie found herself in a small park that she hadn’t noticed that morning. She almost stumbled when Keith guided her to a park bench, under an old maple tree …

… exactly like the one in the picture that began all of this.

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