Calendar Girls

May - Aria’s Confidence

Aria didn’t look at the mirror. She didn’t need to look and see what would be photographed. The cutoffs barely would qualify as denim panties, and her crop top was originally a Canterlot High shirt. She breathed out a huff, uncertain of what she was going to do now. Adagio had found a boyfriend, and she didn’t mind him. He was considerate, tolerated both her and Sonata, but she knew eventually their relationship was going to move toward something more. What bothered her the most about it was that Adagio was going to be heartbroken when the guy died of old age.

She’d seen her sister date a guy before, and normally it was so they’d have a place to stay, food, things of that nature, but she hadn’t seen her actually fall for a guy before. When the first lost the Battle of the Bands she had wondered if they would age, but that didn’t happen. Or at least it didn’t happen like she would have expected it to. They aged about the same as they did back in Equestria. Which was about a year and a half for every ten that past them by. Being able to take in all of the negative emotions had basically stopped the aging all together. Now they would age, but it would be centuries before they were old.

She looked at Adagio leaning against Passive Voice, the way she clung to him like a drowning woman to a life preserver, and she understood. The knew the stress Adagio put herself through in order to keep them fed, to keep a roof over their heads, and to make sure that they had some meager entertainment. Most of the time she simply acted like she didn’t care, but that wasn’t the truth. Sure, she had argued about doing the Calendar shoot, but that was mainly because Adagio expected her to be a bitch about it.

She was willing to do it to help her sister, and frankly getting a bigger room, even if she had to share with Sonata, would be worth it. Watching her sister, seeing her smile, giggle, and just be a woman in love felt good. Of course in a little while she would have to be bitchy toward her. It would be expected after all. She heard her name and made her way toward the studio. She had to admit the design was inspired. A beach scene done in a studio where perfect lighting could be used was a testament to the photographer. She listed to him, smiled, and decided to give him one hell of a show.

She’d seen the girl that was obviously his girlfriend. The girl could thank her later for the amazing dicking she was setting up for her. Looking into his eyes she licked her upper lip, crawled across the floor, finally coming to a rest near him she sat down, crossing her legs, leaning back, and letting her breasts almost pop out of her crop top. She heard the clicks of the camera after he got onto the floor and began shooting her. She moved her hands, taking the top in her fingers, and lifted it, revealing the perfect set of breasts she had. She then moved again, rising onto her hands and knees.

The look was predatory, and she loved it. She slowly went to simply being on her knees, unbuttoned her cut offs, and began lowering them. She let him see the very well maintained landing strip she had, and she knew he realized the carpet matched the drapes. She heard him taking pictures, but he wasn’t breathing heavy, and that didn’t bother her. He was composed, a professional, and while she was sure she could make him uncomfortable, it was just something she didn’t want to do.

Instead she let him finish taking the pictures, and then she stopped him before he could leave.

“Take some of me kneeling, while you’re up, and I bet it’ll sell more calendars.”

She heard the slight swallow, and knew that she had pushed a little. He did what she suggested, and then she stood and walked out, holding her cutoffs and crop top in her hands. She stepped out and saw someone she had almost forgot about. Her eyes landed on the bipolar bitch she’d had a fight with a while back. She practically growled at her.

“YOU!” she shouted at Sour.