Free Sentient by D. R. Rosier Page B

was hot, hard, and promised pleasurable delights.  He realized sleep might take a little while longer as he felt her small soft fingers grip him as she slid on top…

Chapter 9
    “Come on Olivia darling, make love to the camera,” the photographer said with way too much energy.
    Dr. Olivia Sands, PHD in physics did her best to make love to the camera.  It would have helped if it was a female photographer; she had no interest in men at all.  Not that it would have mattered in this photographer’s case anyway.  She imagined he was one of the other models and put on a flirty expression as she did her best.
    She absolutely hated herself.
    She had long wavy light blonde hair down the small of her back, deep clear blue eyes, and a face that brought to mind angels.  Her body however was still perfect despite being twenty six.  Her breasts were still firm and stood up proudly as if she was in her teens with her model perfect figure.  She didn’t have the largest breasts but they were more than prominent enough on her petite curvy body.
    She had been drawing looks from men for as long as she could remember.  Even at fourteen she would catch not only the boys in her class but the older male teachers giving her a hungry look over.  Unfortunately, she’d always had her eyes on the other girls, none of which seemed to swing her way.
    It had made high school hard.  On top of that, she had been valedictorian and the head of her class, even skipped a grade.  This seemed to set her apart even more from her peers, although it did help drive away the more shallow people in her class.  Oh, she’d had a couple of close friends, but despite her looks she was not very popular.  The cheerleaders had seen to that out of jealousy.
    College was different; she had even found a steady girlfriend in her junior year.  Most of the times before that, it had been women just experimenting with same sex encounters, which was okay for them, but she usually wound up hurt in the end.  Unfortunately that relationship broke up over the summer before senior year, and she hadn’t had a serious relationship since.
    Just a few friends, and she never had problems finding some other woman now to scratch that itch.  She knew she wanted more, but it was just impossible.  Whenever they found out how smart she was, and that she was modeling because no one would take her seriously, things just fell apart.  They say men hate their woman being smarter than them, but woman aren’t much better in that way.
    Possibly worse even.
    She could be in her field of course, if she was willing to sleep around with a few guys, but she wasn’t willing to do that.  Not only because guys did absolutely nothing for her libido, but because she shouldn’t have to.  It didn’t help that she was smarter than most of the men running labs that interviewed her, she could see it in their eyes when they realized it.  Every single time they shutdown at that realization.
    She’d stopped even bothering to try.
    “That’s it, wonderful session ladies!”
    She sighed and rolled her eyes, more at herself than him.  Was being a model really any better?  Of course it was, but not by much.  She went in the change room and took off the bikini and threw on a tight skirt, loose blouse to try and downplay those assets.  She put on her shoes and tied her hair back in a pony tail.  It was hot outside and she wanted it off her neck.
    She put on her glasses and looked in the mirror.  She couldn’t wear contacts because of allergies, and she hadn’t gotten the guts up to have some quack put a laser in her eyes.  Besides, she knew she looked really good in the glasses.  Kristy a woman she’d slept with for a couple of months last year was on this shoot, so she snuck out the back to avoid her and took the stairs down to the lobby.
    She walked out into what felt like a sauna, Los Angeles was hot this time of year, and started toward a taxi.
    “Dr. Sands?”
    She frowned and