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Max - 24 - Stripper (this is a private 18+ RP account)

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Talking || Max & Kezef

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     Kezef takes the papers and looks over them quickly to make sure she signed everything. Once pleased, he puts them back in the malia folder and tosses it onto his desk as he moves towards the mini-wine cooler he had in the back of his office. He pulls out two bottles and grabs the two glasses he had sitting ontop of the cooler before turning around.

     “Red, white, or both?”

     He moves back to his desk and sets the glasses and bottles down. He feels like drinking the red tonight and works on uncorking the bottle. As he pours himself a glass, he looks over at Max with out turning his head.

     “Look, if Simon is going to be an issue, I’ll go with you. He and I have been on,…..friendly terms. I’m sure if I’m there, he’d be more understanding.” There had been some occasions where Kezef had asked to photograph some of the dancers at NYD. Of course, Simon wanted a cut of any profit that Kezef made if he ever published the photos. A small business deal but none the less, it required the two to work together. If anyone thought Kezef was an asshole, Simon was the absolute fucking king of that title. Regardless, Kezef could sweet talk anyone and throw in a nice penny as well.

     “I understand if you don’t want to stay here long. Once glass won’t hurt though, right? I can always drive you back to your place.” Oh yeah, because that’s reasonable now. He recently had bought a Tesla and the fact that it had autopilot was even better. He could get shit faced and have his own car drive him.

Oddly enough, Max felt her anxiety fade as the papers left her hands. It was done. Her life had turned around in the matter of minutes and the whiplash wasn’t nearly as severe as she had expected. She thought a moment at the question before shrugging, “Mm, both. Just surprise me--I trust your taste in wine more than anyone’s.” There were a lot of things about Kezef that Max trusted more than anyone. 

However, the mention of him and Simon being friendly made her stomach turn. The thought of anyone being anything close to friendly with him was an absolute nightmare. She shook her head, “Thanks, but I can handle it. I don’t want him to think I’m leaving on good terms..” she said with another shrug. She definitely had a few choice last words for the man that she’d prefer Kezef not get in the middle of. 

“Damn, Kezef. I nearly choke to death on my pride coming over here and now you’re already talking about kicking me out,” she teased. “I figured if we’re going to be working together, we probably should like being around each other, you think?”

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Talking || Max & Kezef

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     Kezef watches Max as she reads through the contract. He visibly chews on his lip, worried that she might decline it simply for the fact that it meant working with him again. Then again, they all knew and both agreed that she was miserable dancing at NYD. With the hours she worked and the crap pay she got from dancing, Kezef knew it was hard for her to pay her rent on top of other bills and tuition. It took all his being not to ask her to move in with him, to offer to pay her tuition, to at least help out with something. Kezef was a caring guy, and some would call him a sugar daddy, but he honesly wanted to help out everyone he met in some form or fashion.

     The photographer turns to grab a pen off of his desk and then hands it to Max. He smiles softly before speaking.

     “Once I turn in this paperwork, Vogue will send an advance payment, as you’ve seen in the contract. You’ll get the rest after the photoshoot is done.” He pauses and hesitates for the slightest moment before speaking again. “I would suggest quitting Dolls tonight. This advancement will be enough to cover any bills you might have currently.” Kezef begins to tap his fingers lightly against the edge of his desk, blue eyes focused on the laces of his shoes.

     “I would like to celebrate…..but that’s ultimately up to you.” He looks up at Max. “I’ve got a few bottles of wine that you’d like.”

Max took the pen, hesitating for just another moment before signing a flawless signature. Part of her still felt like she wasn’t the girl for the job, that they should find someone better with more experience. The only real experience with a camera she thought she had were the live shows she had occasionally, though the thought of giving up fucking herself on camera for money didn’t break her heart in the slightest. It was time to start gathering up her dignity and using her appeal in less careless ways. However when Kezef mentioned quitting that night, she looked up at him, a brief flash of fear passing through her eyes.

“He’s gonna be really fucking pissed..” Max breathed out with a chuckle. Simon was a force to be reckoned with. Though he had his weaknesses, he also had his strengths, and he just so happened to know how to overpower Max, whether it be mentally or physically. It was truly the only reason she still worked there after so many years of torment. But once her deep, invisible anxiety had fully developed, the suggestion of wine was just about exactly what she needed. “Yeah, sure. I guess I’m in no hurry,” she said, handing Kezef the stack of papers.

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Talking || Max & Kezef

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     Max was right about all of this. It was a shit thing to do and he fully agreed to it now that his mind was clear. He lets out a soft sigh and lets his eyes gaze at his shoes, chewing the inside of his lower lip before looking back up at her. He had nothing to say except “I’m sorry.” He wanted to say “lets try again” but he’d wait. He’d wait forever for Max if it meant that they had a legitimate chance.

    "Honey, you know the first time I had you behind my camera that I sent those photos off. It caught the attention of big names.“ He smirks. "And also, I might have made some waves to get you noticed a bit.” Kezef stands up straight and walks around his desk to pick up a file. In it contained the potential contract that Max would have to sign if she accepted it. “No, they’d set dates for when they wanted to do the shoots and all you do is say when. If it goes well, they’ll keep contacting you.”

    Kez walks over to Max and holds out the file for her. He hesitates before sitting next to her. He opens the file and then places it on Max’s lap. “These are all the conditions they have for you to model. It’d be only me and you and the stylists. We’d work one on one. I told them I wouldn’t work if you didn’t accept. However, if you don’t want me to be the one with the camera, I can find someone else. You’ve got full control of this, Max.” He hoped that he wouldn’t have to find another photographer, but he wanted her happy and comfortable. That was the priority right now.

Pressing her lips together, Max took the papers and began to look them over. This isn’t at all where she saw her life going. She never thought that with a past like hers, that she’d ever be considered a professional, by herself let alone anyone else. And while she knew Kezef had used her photos elsewhere, she was almost positive no one really cared. Max didn’t think she looked much different from everyone else, but the man truly saw her as something different through that lens.

Max shook her head, “I wouldn’t want anyone else...” she said softly but honestly, her eyes still going through the words. One thing she did learn from her father to was always read before signing. He was incredibly diligent, even about things as simple as a school permission slip; when Max didn’t just forge his signature, that is. After a couple minutes, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Kezef wouldn’t steer her in a destructive direction and nothing could be worse than working at Dolls. “Do you have a pen?”

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Talking || Max & Kezef

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    Her words sting and Kezef can’t help but to show that. He cringes and pinches the bridge of his nose, brow furrowed. He thinks about what he will say for a second before dropping his hand, gripping the edge of the desk. He could tell that Max was just as upset as he was about how everything had went down. Swallowing hard, he begins to speak.

    "I don’t know how many times I can say "I’m sorry”, Max. You know I’m torn up about how things were left.“ He says softly. "I just,……I want to know if things between us will ever be good again. I’m not asking you to come back, just to….” Kezef chews on his lip and closes his eyes. “I want to be able to talk to you again with out it being awkward or tense.” With that said, he moves to take off his blazer and focus on rolling up the sleeves of his button up shirt. For this conversation, they both needed to remain calm and at ease. Why not be comfortable as well?

    "A-…also, I wanted to offer you a job. I know you don’t like working at New York Dolls and….I got an offer through Vogue. They want you to model for Tom Ford’s summer line.“ Kezef wasn’t going to use this as a way to mend things with Max. He was truely asking her as a business professional. He’d only turn down the job if Max didn’t want to do it. Through his work, he actually got a lot of questions about her, but he never revealed much for her sake. She wasn’t about the model life, yet, she was perfect for it. "You don’t have to say yes. I wanted to ask you in person instead of an e-mail.”

Max bit her lip and looked down to the floor. Every fiber in her being told her she loved the man until everything happened, leaving her damn near culture shocked by how actually depressed it made her. That lonely plane ride home left an unbearable ache in her chest that she could still feel if she really concentrated. “You know, I honestly thought when you were finished at St. Barts, you were going to come back and we would do exactly that. But you didn’t. Hell, I’d never even heard of wherever you were the next time I actually heard from you. I don’t even care about how things were left anymore, but the fact that you just fucking ghosted me was bullshit, Kezef. Whether it’s awkward or tense depends on what else you have to say to me.”

However, Max never expected that what else to be a job offer, let alone such a job offer. She’d never thought of herself as a model. She’d never really thought of herself as anything other than a stripper or a student; a misguided soul waiting for someone to reach out and guide her. Yet, she still wasn’t sure if this was the man she needed to guide her. She frowned a little, “Wait, what do you mean they want me to? How the fuck would Vogue know who I am?” she asked, maybe a little less impressed than she should’ve been. Max knew Kezef wasn’t one to lie to her, and she could imagine this line of work would be much more beneficial than her current one, but there was still a tight tether of apprehension inside of her. “Would I have to quit school?”

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Talking || Max & Kezef

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     Kezef lets out a long sigh after he’d texted Max. He never deleted her number, even after she said to loose it. It was simply something he couldn’t do. Kezef never really wanted to let go of Max and it was actually pretty sad. She had changed him so much as a person and he was so afraid of actually losing someone he loved. The photographer was a serial romancer and such a playboy, he had accepted the fact that he’d never have a long steady relationship with anyone. Until he met Max. He can clearly recall how they had met, at a cafe in line waiting for their turn to place an order. He was so struck by her beauty that he had to have her behind his camera, the world needed to see this gorgeous woman. Her attitude and snarky personality made it even better. He also couldn’t forget the sex. Jesus, sex with Max was mindblowing every time. While he wasn’t exactly everything she wanted in a sexual partner, she loved to be dominated but Kezef was more gentle around women, they were both so in tune with each other’s wants that they were always satisfied by the end of the night.

    However, once he tried to start taking things more seriously with her, she started to drift away. She didn’t want a relationship, she’d been trying to get over her last one. Max was young, at least half his age, and her solution to getting over heartbreak was to just have sex and take things lightly, focus on school and trying to find a better job. Kezef could offer that, but he found he wasn’t fond of sharing her. Hell, he had a hard time sharing her when they were in Saint Barthélemy with Donovan (a good friend of his). Regardless, things went horrible on the island with Max and prompted them to end their relationship, if you could even call it that. Kezef was more of her sugar daddy and friend with benefits than anything. He loved to spoil the girl and watch her put on designer clothes that she thought she’d never be able to afford. She was honestly happy with Kezef around but he had to go and fuck it up by developing feelings.

     Receiving the text from Max truely took him by surprise. He thought she’d ignore it and go on about her life. Despite how short the reply was, Kezef was excited that she was willing to just talk to him. They needed to sort this out, he couldn’t handle how they’d left things. Kezef was still at the studio and going through the proofs of the photoshoot he had earlier today. His assistants had all left for the day and he was the only one there. Light jazz music played in the background as he went through the photos with a red marker, marking each photo that needed small adjustments in lighting or ones he just didn’t like. As usual, he was nicely dressed despite that he had no where to go. Well, unless Max wanted to have dinner, then he’d be appropriately dressed. Hearing the knock on his office door, Kezef’s heart pounds in his chest as he caps the marker and gets up to open the door. She was very prompt in her arrival, he didn’t think she’d get here so soon.

    With a held breath, he opens the door and looks at Max. A small smile makes its way onto his lips as he sees how she’s dressed. Still gorgeous as always with a look that could kill. She didn’t seem too happy to be here, then again, she did have resting bitch face. Swallowing hard, he steps to the side to let her in.

    "Thank you for replying to my text.“ He says softly. "I wasn’t too sure if you’d even read it.” Kezef moves back to his desk, leaning on the edge of it and crossing his arms over his chest. The Frenchman then gestures for her to sit where ever she liked. “I do hope you’ve been alright. I did my best to keep my distance as much as possible, but as you know, I’m an impatient man.” Kezef chuckles lightly. “But really, Max, how are you?”

Max's jaw tightened as she waited. She didn't realize how painful it was going to be until she was standing there. She wasn't nervous to see Kezef, but she was sure as hell nervous about how it would make her feel. All she wanted in St. Barts was to spend time with Kezef, but instead she ended up getting babysat by Donovan while the other man worked. She didn't have a terrible time, she just spent it with the wrong people.

When the door opened, Max was floored all over again Kezef looked amazing. His business suits were her weakness and she was sure he knew that. Stepping into the familiar apartment, she shrugged off her coat but kept her heels on, not wanting to seem too comfortable. "I'm generally not one to ignore things," she said as she walked inside. Reluctantly, she took a seat on the couch, usually uncomfortable with sitting below men, but she could tell Kezef wasn't entirely confident in this situation either. She could see a slight weakness in his eyes that gave her the hope that he didn't have the upper hand, whatever that was.

"I'm great," Max said with an expression that didn't support her words. Honestly, she'd just been the same sad sack of depression she was before she met Kezef. Her job made her feel numb, and the rest was all mechanical. School, work. School, work. Sometimes sleeping, sometimes eating. It was starting to feel like actual insanity. She casually crossed her legs, "I assume you're not exactly the same if you felt lonely enough to text me."

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Talking || Max & Kezef

After finishing her homework, the last thing Max thought she’d see upon picking up her smartphone was a text from Kezef, much less one of him asking to talk. They hadn’t spoken in months, and it did take her quite a while to decide to respond. There was definitely anger inside of her at simply seeing his number on her home screen. She’d deleted his contact already, but it didn’t help that his phone number was still part of her memory. 

After what felt like hours of rolling over and groaning, Max responded with a simple “okay” before she finally got up to get herself ready, wondering if she was crazy or not. One of the first things her and Yevgeni leveled on was the near hatred of the man. But while he had a valid excuse, she was just being a bitter girl.

After dressing herself to the nines, Max put on a pair of her sharpest heels and headed towards Kezef’s studio. She tried shaking the memories of naked days and the click of his camera, times when she felt truly blissful. This meeting wasn’t about that. Truly, she had no idea what it would be about; whether it would end in screaming or sex or simply parting ways. There were endless possibilities. Tightening her jacket, Max knocked on the door once she arrived, trying to put on a brave face, one that didn’t scream I miss you over and over again.

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We Meet Again || Yevgeni & Max

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     Yevgeni had switched out of his white shirt and into a dark plum button up. He left the top two buttons undone, seeing how Max seemed to enjoy him being more relaxed rather than in a full three-peice suit. He decides that his black slacks will do and that his black oxfords are still nice yet casual for the occasion. He looks at his phone when the screen lights up and grins. He was always amazed with Max’s taste in food.

    SMS: Really now? You are always full of surprises. I'll be there in about 20 minutes.

    The professor walks into the bathroom and lightly arranges his hair with his hands, letting some of his perfectly combed hair fall across his forehead. He looked relaxed and he knew that Max would enjoy it. Turning around, he walks back to the bed to make sure he had his wallet and his phone. He calls for another taxi and then makes his way down to the lobby.

    Twenty minutes later, he arrives at Nobu 57 and pays his taxi driver. He walks in and tells the hostess that he’s meeting a friend, a woman to be exact. She has a feeling she knows who he’s talking about and guides her over to Max’s table. With a wide grin, Yevgeni sits down across from Max.

    "Good evening, Max. It’s great to see you again.“ He says as he reaches for his own cup for sake. He’s use to eating at asian resturants that serve sake and waits for Max to pour the alcohol into his cup. "I do hope you weren’t waiting long.” He says as he takes the menu from the hostess to start browsing.

Yevgeni was always a master of time, and Max knew she wouldn’t be waiting much longer than twenty minutes. She liked to see the man taking a break from his work, and if she was able to be a part of that, it was that much better. He deserved a nice night out, and he deserved to be treated to it.

Right on time, as per usual, Max looked up as Yevgeni approached the table, grinning at the man. It’d been too long and he looked handsome as ever. “Hi there gorgeous,” she said as he sat down, reaching out to fill his glass before topping off her own. “Not at all. You’ve had a knack for crossing the city in record time ever since I’ve known you. How’ve you been? You certainly look well.”

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We Meet Again || Yevgeni & Max

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    Yevgeni is in the taxi on the way to his hotel when he gets his response from Max. He finds himself smiling at the simple text. Of course he wasn’t busy at the moment, he had a few days to relax. However, he did need to unpack and then get ready to go where ever they would go. Chewing on his bottom lip, he types out a reply.

    SMS: No, but I need to unpack. Just got into a taxi from the airport. Choose where ever you want to have dinner at and I'll meet you there in an hour and a half. -YK

    He sends the text and then puts his phone away. He looks out the window of the car, looking towards Manhattan. He recalled upon how he first met Max. They had met in a nice restaurant. She’d had been stood up by Kezef and was very bitter about it and Yevgeni was waiting for a collegue to show up but never did. So, they made their own “date”. They sat, ate, and drank wine, truely enjoying each other’s company. When he had learned that Max had been involved with Kezef, he’d gone on a small rant about why his ex was an asshole. Their night had led to them ultimately having sex with each other. It more served to get their anger out of their system, and it’d worked. They hadn’t slept with each other since then, for obvious reasons, but Yevgeni hoped that they could just be friends. Not that he didn’t mind the sex with Max, it was fantastic, but what she needed more was a shoulder to lean on. He’d be that shoulder for her until she settled everything with Kezef.

Max was in the middle of getting redressed, slipping into a little black number before she decided to go in the bathroom and done down the makeup on her face. It was always a bit too intense when she was working, what with the glitter and fake lashes. It all made her say ew but it was all about the money. 

Nobu 57--in the mood for sushi. I’m buying.

She added the last part with a smirk, knowing Yevgeni was always willing to pull his wallet out at the end of the night, though that didn’t always mean Max wanted him to. She definitely had a bit of a disposable income. After she was ready, she headed to the restaurant and grabbed a table for two, letting the host know she was being met by a friend. Max couldn’t wait to see Yevgeni. The two had an awful lot in common, lots that had nothing to do with Kezef. Max ordered sake while she waited, scrolling through her phone distractedly.

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We Meet Again || Yevgeni & Max

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    Yevgeni was currently sitting first class on a plane back to NYC. He had a lecture over at New York Law School, but that wouldn’t be for another 3 days. He always had a reason for arriving early, however. It was usually to catch up with old aquantances. This time, it was with a girl named Max. She was an odd girl, well at least to Yevgeni, who had been in contact with his ex-fiance Kezef. Yevgeni had saw it in her eyes, how much she cared about the photographer. As much as he wanted to tell her to run, it seemed to him from what Max had said in past conversations that the Frenchman had changed. He was looking to settle down. Yet, he could sense that wasn’t what Max wanted at all. She was young, very young for Kezef’s standards, and she had a full life ahead of her while Kezef was half way through his own. Yevgeni only hoped that things would work out for the both of them.

    Once off the plane, Yevgeni brought his phone out to text Max. He’d obtained her number 3 days into their “friendship”. It was more of they would bump into each other on the street and end up in a cafe or restaurant and talk about Kezef. She was interested in why they seperated and what kind of man her lover was back then. Yevgeni was more than happy to tell her, but the price it cost wasn’t. His heart still ached over what had happened. He did honestly love Kezef until he had found out about the affairs. Yevgeni brings himself out of his memories to text a dinner invitation to Max as he made his way to luggage claims.

    SMS: Max, I'm in NYC for the next week or so. Would you like to join me for dinner one night? I figured I couldn't be here and not see you. You'd find out anyways and be mad at me for not telling you or inviting you out for one of our lovely chats. - YK

    Pleased with the text, Yevgeni puts his phone away and waits for his suitcase to come on the belt. He gets lost in his own thoughts but thankfully he comes back to reality in time to catch his suitcase before it went around the belt again. Once he had everything, he called for a taxi to take him to his hotel, hoping that Max wouldn’t be too busy right now to answer his text. Lord, he wasn’t about to visit her at work, but if he had to,….he would. It’d be awkward, but he’d do it, just to make sure she was ok.

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Every time Max left her job, she was positive that she was at her breaking point, only to return just the next day. This was another one of those nights. After returning home, every door was slammed and she got out of her work clothes as quickly as she could. Max nearly missed the screen of her phone glowing through her nylons that she’d carelessly tossed onto her bed. And upon reading the message, Max actually stopped and smiled a little, feeling some of her stress instantly melt away.

“are you busy now?”

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