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Ever since meeting Kyle, Marissa's role as influencer had taken off. She had met him on a weeknight in Brickell Miami, at a dance club while celebrating a successful acquisition. She had been working as an atmosphere model, paid to socialize and elevate the perceived value of the club, in part due to her facial beauty and uncommon height. Many guests visiting from Latin America prized her height and long blonde hair which were less common in their birthplaces. She enjoyed the work because she was being paid to get free exercise via dancing, and she also received exclusive access for friends. Further, she found many men were willing to give her gifts, perhaps to compensate for their feeling of inferiority of height in relation to her.

That night, she noticed a group of mixed company of young professionals reveling energetically, but made them little mind while she sat at the lighted glass bar. Then Kyle appeared at her shoulder, 'Can you bring us another bottle of Cristal?"

Her skin prickled. "I don't work here" she snapped.

He looked her over approvingly, "Oh we've seen you here, I thought you were paid to be here." He paused, "Just based on the type of patrons that talk to you."

Her face blushed in silence.

"Well, can you ask the bartender to send us two more?" he said. "We're almost empty."

Vexed, she stood up to confront him, and he gasped, to realize how tall she was, perched on on Prada platform heels, and she stared down at him. "What were you saying?" she asked and smiled.

He was at a loss for words for once in his life. His face at nipple height, he appeared crestfallen but stimulated.

He stammered "I'm sorry - we're just celebrating a big night - I just had amazing luck with some speculative investments so - ".

"It's ok." she regarded him carefully and shrugged. He was cute.

He hesitated, "Did I see you at Miami Swim last week?"

She beamed, "Yes, it was my first season for it."

He looked at her in the mirror next to him and realized his skin was blushed. He replied, "It was good show. The models are taller every year."

"I think that's the main reason they love me so much - everyone stops to look up from their phone to see me."

He said under his breath," You're so lucky."

She smiled, "I know. My mom says I was blessed with tall genes.. to help protect me from 90% of men."

He laughed, "Am I one of the 90%?"
His face reddened and "Sorry for you but I only date in the 6'5 plus club. You're not a member. "
Dismayed, he said "I'm known to get into clubs without permission" he grinned and appraised her body.

She turned her shoulder to him, and said haughtily, "Maybe you'll be waiting in line a long time," she looked over her shoulder, adding "Short boy."

He interjected surprised, "I'm not short -"

"To me, you're small" she interrupted putting a finger to his lips. "You finance guys always have an inflated fragile ego."

He fired back "You Instagram models think the world revolves around you"

She casually looked around. "Look more than half the men here, they come to these places for me." She appraised him. "Are you one of those average guys who likes tall women?"

He winced at this, but landed on his feet. "I'm willing to try anything once." he grinned. She rolled her eyes but laughed.

She put her hand on the top of his head and looked into the mirror, the lights flashing behind them. She apologized, "Sorry.. you just look ridiculous next to me - does that do something for you?"

He continued, "I'm hosting a party with DJ Khaled in celebration on my yacht tomorrow. Come join us!

She reflected, "I do have an amazing collection of swimsuits."

He stepped back. " We're leaving from One Island Park as soon as we wake up tomorrow, at 1 pm. Come join us!"

---

That afternoon, Marissa stood at the gunwales, her golden hair whipping in the salty breeze. The yacht was a floating palace—gleaming white, with decks that stretched toward infinity, loaded with youthful partiers.

Kyle approached, his tailored swimsuit clinging to his sun-kissed skin. “Impressive, isn’t it?”
Marissa smiled and looked down at him teasingly, “I’ve seen bigger.”
He arched an eyebrow, "Talking about the ship?"

She patted him on his swimsuit, "Talking about both. It feels like your ship is ready to sail, small boy" as she caressed his face.

They embraced on the sands of Fisher Island, a private offshore island, as the beats of DJ Khaled reverberated over the water. As she put her hands in the air to the rhythm, he felt her body undulate against his in an exhilarating thrill. For all his money and trades, he saw her as one of the best chances he had ever taken.

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Ever since meeting Kyle, Marissa's role as influencer had taken off. She had met him on a weeknight in Brickell Miami, at a dance club while celebrating a successful acquisition. She had been working as an atmosphere model, paid to socialize and elevate the perceived value of the club, in part due to her facial beauty and uncommon height. Many guests visiting from Latin America prized her height and long blonde hair which were less common in their birthplaces. She enjoyed the work because she was being paid to get free exercise via dancing, and she also received exclusive access for friends. Further, she found many men were willing to give her gifts, perhaps to compensate for their feeling of inferiority of height in relation to her.

That night, she noticed a group of mixed company of young professionals reveling energetically, but made them little mind while she sat at the lighted glass bar. Then Kyle appeared at her shoulder, 'Can you bring us another bottle of Cristal?"

Her skin prickled. "I don't work here" she snapped.

He looked her over approvingly, "Oh we've seen you here, I thought you were paid to be here." He paused, "Just based on the type of patrons that talk to you."

Her face blushed in silence.

"Well, can you ask the bartender to send us two more?" he said. "We're almost empty."

Vexed, she stood up to confront him, and he gasped, to realize how tall she was, perched on on Prada platform heels, and she stared down at him. "What were you saying?" she asked and smiled.

He was at a loss for words for once in his life. His face at nipple height, he appeared crestfallen but stimulated.

He stammered "I'm sorry - we're just celebrating a big night - I just had amazing luck with some speculative investments so - ".

"It's ok." she regarded him carefully and shrugged. He was cute.

He hesitated, "Did I see you at Miami Swim last week?"

She beamed, "Yes, it was my first season for it."

He looked at her in the mirror next to him and realized his skin was blushed. He replied, "It was good show. The models are taller every year."

"I think that's the main reason they love me so much - everyone stops to look up from their phone to see me."

He said under his breath," You're so lucky."

She smiled, "I know. My mom says I was blessed with tall genes.. to help protect me from 90% of men."

He laughed, "Am I one of the 90%?"
His face reddened and "Sorry for you but I only date in the 6'5 plus club. You're not a member. "
Dismayed, he said "I'm known to get into clubs without permission" he grinned and appraised her body.

She turned her shoulder to him, and said haughtily, "Maybe you'll be waiting in line a long time," she looked over her shoulder, adding "Short boy."

He interjected surprised, "I'm not short -"

"To me, you're small" she interrupted putting a finger to his lips. "You finance guys always have an inflated fragile ego."

He fired back "You Instagram models think the world revolves around you"

She casually looked around. "Look more than half the men here, they come to these places for me." She appraised him. "Are you one of those average guys who likes tall women?"

He winced at this, but landed on his feet. "I'm willing to try anything once." he grinned. She rolled her eyes but laughed.

She put her hand on the top of his head and looked into the mirror, the lights flashing behind them. She apologized, "Sorry.. you just look ridiculous next to me - does that do something for you?"

He continued, "I'm hosting a party with DJ Khaled in celebration on my yacht tomorrow. Come join us!

She reflected, "I do have an amazing collection of swimsuits."

He stepped back. " We're leaving from One Island Park as soon as we wake up tomorrow, at 1 pm. Come join us!"

---

That afternoon, Marissa stood at the gunwales, her golden hair whipping in the salty breeze. The yacht was a floating palace—gleaming white, with decks that stretched toward infinity, loaded with youthful partiers.

Kyle approached, his tailored swimsuit clinging to his sun-kissed skin. “Impressive, isn’t it?”
Marissa smiled and looked down at him teasingly, “I’ve seen bigger.”
He arched an eyebrow, "Talking about the ship?"

She patted him on his swimsuit, "Talking about both. It feels like your ship is ready to sail, small boy" as she caressed his face.

They embraced on the sands of Fisher Island, a private offshore island, as the beats of DJ Khaled reverberated over the water. As she put her hands in the air to the rhythm, he felt her body undulate against his in an exhilarating thrill. For all his money and trades, he saw her as one of the best chances he had ever taken.