Different

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They told Vol’jin that the photo shoot would be first, followed by the interview. Caryn told the troll to dress in his normal clothes as they would provide the costumes for the shoot. He pulled on a white tee and the worn denim jeans that hung around his waist. He carefully brushed out his hair and carefully weaved it back into its usual plait.

He entered the foyer and hurried to the doors. Outside sat the same black car from the day before. Much to his annoyance, the car was already occupied by the Night elf. Neither said a word to the other as the car moved through the city streets. Vol’jin was still rather agitated about the previous night.

When they arrived the car parked in a dirt lot off the main road. The two climbed out of the vehicle and into the heated jungle. The smells of the rich foliage caused him to feel a sense of familiarity. Just ahead was a strange curtained off area with a few camping trailers surrounding it. Just on the other side of the curtain, he could see a jumble of wires and lighting tools. A generator hummed quietly near one of the trailers.

Vol’jin moved forward to inspect what lay beyond the curtain when a young human female took him by the arm and led him to a trailer. Once inside, a small voice called out from within and demanded that he strip. Appalled he looked around for said voice.

“Down here,” said a gnome with bright blue pig-tails. Vol’jin was dumbstruck by the commanding tome in the gnome’s voice. “Did you or have you studied a class? My goodness you are sexy.” After a moment of confusion, he nodded dumbly. “Well what was it?” She asked holding up an intricate kilt of greens and browns over laying a heavy chain mail, followed by silver piping along the trim.

“Shamanism,” he said, finally understanding what she wanted. He took the embellished kilt from the gnome and shed his clothes. She aided the troll in fitting and adjustments. His face heated when her petite hands roamed over his bare skin. “Aren’t… aren’t I a leetle big for yeh?” He stammered.

“What in heaven’s name do you mean?”

“I ah… Aren’t ya comin’ on ta me?”

“Lord, no…” She giggled, “I am just taking your measurements, silly. I would be killed if ya tried to stick that thing in me!” She said with an easy laugh. For a gnome, he actually liked her. She had an interesting sense of humor. “Okay, I need you to sit down so I can do makeup.” His brows rose but he did as he was told. On top of the well lit vanity, she moved easily and efficiently applying the make up to his skin. First she gently washed his face, and then rubbed in some moisturizing lotion. Next she lined his eyes in a soft kohl eyeliner.

She pulled out a couple of compacts that held vibrant colored pigments. Carefully, she meticulously painted tribal war markings on his face and chest. She ordered him to turn in his seat so she could fasten beaded necklaces about his shoulders. Facing her once more, he watched as she measured the diameter of his tusks and pulled out two golden bands of the appropriate size. She allowed him to put them on. Finally she gave him some bracers that matched the kilt.

“One is ready,” she said into the walkie-talkie.

“Send him in,” replied a familiar voice. The Gnome led the Darkspear troll from the trailer to the area protected by the black curtain. Beneath the low branches of a willow, a thick bed of furs looked inviting. “Oh he just looks so yummy!” The same voice from the walkie.” Vol’jin turned to meet the golden eyes of Gideon.

“Stand over by the tree there and summon some magic. Pictures of that will really capture the attention of the readers.” Vol’jin moved to stand before a massive oak tree that had been mostly consumed by moss and vines.

He closed his eyes and began to summon Thunderstorm. Sparks of lightening crackled and danced over his skin. An aura surrounded him, the spell reaching its crescendo. The rapid fluttering and clicking distracted the Shaman causing the spell to dissipate.

“Excellent! Starla, it’s your turn love.” Vol’jin looked around for the night elf when a sleek black panther pranced from the direction of the trailers. Her dark coat deceptively hid even darker spots. Her silver eyes danced with mischief. What shocked the troll further was when she rubbed her body against his legs affectionately. He faintly heard the clicking of the camera.

Starla shape-shifted, returning to her natural appearance and cast a simple healing spell to satisfy the camera. She turned to face the troll. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the scant leather armor she wore that revealed much of her toned body. The scraps of dark green and black leather could hardly called armor. Suddenly she was against his chest and pressed her hips into his.

Bewildered, he just stared down at her unsure of what to do. Her eyes held a lust ridden look. Out of surprise his brows rose. “Cut. Vol darling, what is the matter? Are you lost?”

“Wha’ exactly do ya wan’ me ta do?” He asked, his voice a little thick from the reaction of being pressed into a firm female body.

“What do you mean dear? You do know what this magazine is don’t you?” The troll shook his head. “Oh dear. Poppy, would you grab the magazine there on the table.” The blue haired gnome trotted over to the table and brought the magazine to the shaman. Vol’jin flipped through the magazine, his eyes steadily narrowing. It was basically pornography without proof of intercourse, just innuendo.

“I-er, have to do dis wit’ her?” Starla scowled.

“Well yes, of course. It will get easier as you go. Caryn didn’t tell me that you were fresh to this. The show must go on.” He pushed the elf into him again, “Just go with the flow, Starla will show you what to do.” Gideon disappeared on that note, leaving the troll staring down into the elf’s silver eyes.

“Just follow my lead troll. Ugh, I am so firing my agent. Then I will have to sterilize my body.” Vol’jin scowled at her. He muttered something foul and ground his teeth. When the director called ‘action’ her frigid appearance changed instantly.

Starla pushed the troll upright to his full height against the mossy trunk behind him. Pressing against him, she took his hand and tucked it under her right knee of her raised leg, cinching herself around his hip. She rolled her hips into him to get a reaction, circling her arms around his shoulders.

“Star baby, change his expression and hold.”

She rolled her pelvis into his groin. His expression immediately changed. His eyes went half mast, lips parting in a husky moan. He fisted his right hand deeply into her violet hair. “Hold it.” She whispered breathily to him. He froze, listening for the audible camera clicks.

Gideon then ordered them into the bed of furs, with Starla straddling the troll’s lap.

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