“Ok, then let me buy you a drink. What are you having… a Sex on the Beach?”
I let out a shrill laugh. “Nooooo. No alcohol for me. I am still a few months from being able to legally drink alcohol in public.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“So what do you do, Alex?” I was curious to know more about him.
“I’m a photographer,” he replied.
“What do you photograph?”
“Beautiful girls. I’m a fashion photographer from New York. I spend my days and nights taking pictures of young, beautiful girls like you. It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it,” he said laughing.
The idea of meeting a famous fashion photographer intrigued me. I loved fashion, loved to dress and most of all loved to take photographs. “Do you mind me touching your face?” He interrupted my train of thoughts. “You have the most striking features. Do you model?”
I shook my head.
Alex drew closer and placed his hand on my cheeks. The touch of his fingers sent a current surging through my body. He gently twisted my face in one direction, then the next, all the time eyeing my features like a sculptor. “You know, you would make a great plus-size model?” He suggested. “You are tall...stand up, let me take a look at you.”
I stood, twirled and posed, letting out a loud laugh. I was enjoying being the center of attention and the compliments. Alex was being a totally professional now, cupping his hands imitating a camera and eyeing me from various angles. “I know you hear this all the time,” he continued, the earlier playful demeanor now replaced with a serious, professional manner. “But you have the height, the body and the face to be a successful plus-size model. In fact, I think I could make you a star.”
Was this for real or a pick up line and the angle he uses on girls?
I wasn’t sure what to make of him or how to establish if he was for real. “Do you have a business card?” I found myself asking.
Alex reached into his wallet and produced a neat, well-made card. “Alex Martin Studios of Fashion photography” it read. It looked for real…very professional, with gold trimmings at the end.
“So tell me some famous people you have photographed?” I knew some of the top fashion models by name, but not many photographers. He started reeling off the names of some of the biggest fashion models and icons in the business, as well as names of a few major movie stars. My mouth opened and jaw dropped.
What if he was indeed telling the truth? This could be my ticket to the career of my dreams. I tried to hide the surge of excitement that was building up inside my core. Adrenaline coursed through my veins. Still, I had heard such talks before, as many people had approached me with grand ideas of making me a star. Something about this one rang true, but that was still a long way off. I wouldn’t get my hopes up too much, only to be disappointed once again.
“So Alex, what are you suggesting?” I asked, finally.
“Listen, I’m here on business, scouting locations for a photo shoot for a major magazine. I leave in a couple days, but if you want you could come and scout with me. I could shoot some test shots of you at various locations, which I will take back with me and show some of my people. If they feel the same way I do, we could see how we could arrange to get you a modeling contract with one of the top agencies.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I few hours ago I had felt lonely and now this. We exchanged numbers and promised to hook up the following day and look at some locations and do a photo shoot for my portfolio. I bade him goodbye with a hug and a peck on the cheek. I was walking on the clouds, singing a happy tune within my heart.
Was this finally my big break?
CHAPTER 10
Ethan
I am soaring through the clouds in one of my small twin-engine plane, heading towards Cary Island. The private jet had landed in Nassau, Bahamas and we had changed to the tiny aircraft, since the jet couldn’t land on the small airstrip on Cary Island.
My business completed and my obligatory date with Riley out of the way, I had decided to hightail it out of New York that same morning. I am ready to go home to the familiar feel of my own bed and salivate at the prospect of consummating another major business venture soon. Braddock had emailed me information on a company we had been scouting for a possible takeover, so my creative juices are flowing.
For some reason, the figure of Riley twerking up a storm at the club flashes through my head. I had almost attempted to fuck her last night, before discovering she’s a virgin. I had to back off. I am sure I could have managed to get her to submit to my sexual advances, but it just didn’t seem like the time or place, so I had allowed her to escape. If I do decide to fuck her, I figure I need to bring her along slowly. Still, I’m not certain if I’m in the mood to take on any freaking new project right now. I like my women experienced and ready for anything I may choose to do, in or outside the bedroom.
Riley Hamilton will have to be handled with kids gloves…at least for now, until after I prick that precious little cherry of hers. Yet the thought of fucking a virgin leaves a sweet, lingering taste in my mouth. Feeling the tightness between her legs had made me horny as hell. Afterwards, I was about to call one of my New York regulars over to the apartment for some hard core fucking, when I stopped myself. For some reason, I hadn’t been in the mood to fuck anyone else last night.
Riley and her succulent cherry are on my mind.
I feel the aircraft descending and glance out the window. I always marvel whenever I approach Cary Island and set eyes on the magnificent mansion I had built, complete with private airstrip and helicopter pad. It’s indeed a place fit for a king.
The aircraft touches down with hardly a jolt. My pilot, another military man and a former air force vet, is the best money can buy and could land a plane with his eyes closed. The ride down the runway is short and in no time the door opens and I disembark. My trusted bodyguards, as always, are by my side and we joke about how we had wrapped up the MX Air deal in record time.
Cary Island is a veritable fortress. I have a team of former Navy Seals forming a ring around the island. No one gets on or off without my say so. I have too many enemies. There are too many people I have fucked over who would want me dead, to take any chances. I am anal about my security.
A Land Rover rolls up and we jump in for the short ride down to the main house. Ten minutes later we approach an imposing steel gate which opens and allows us entry. The driveway is filled with majestic palm trees. In the distance lies the mansion, my pride and joy… a massive, four-storey building, housing twenty bedrooms and bathrooms, indoor heated swimming pool, cinema and gym.
I smile to myself. Not bad for a poor boy from Philly, with a hooker for a mom. I am living proof of the American dream.
The land Rover rolls to a halt and the housing staff all rush out to welcome me.
“Welcome, Mr. Ethan,” Walter, my personal butler, greets me affectionately.
“Good to be back, Walter,” I nod.
Walter fetches the luggage and takes them inside.
The house has a massive hallway, with a huge staircase that leads to the other floors. I bound up the stairs and into my private bedroom, which is adorned with a giant four-poster bed. Adjoining it is my playroom where I like to experiment sexually, whenever I get into a filthy mood.
The bed looks inviting and I flop down into its inviting arms. Again, images of Riley flicker through my mind.
Why the fuck am I thinking about this little virgin so often?
I drift off into a light sleep, but I’m awakened by a tiny hand massaging my cock, which quickly jumps to attention. Drowsily, I open my eyes to see Malika, the lovely island girl who is the only one with permission to enter the house without my prior approval. She is a twenty year-old goddess...dark and beautiful, but with a tiny, girlish body that had set me on fire the first time I saw her. Now, she is a regular housemate when I am home and need company.
Malika wraps one slender hand around the ba
se of my cock, gripping it by the root and stroking all the way upward, causing a sliver of white juice to ooze from the blunt head pressing against her palm.
She makes a fist around my cock and begin to move it back and forth, increases the pressure.
Fuck this chick knows just how I like to be stroked.
“I missed you, Ethan,” she blurts out in that lovely Bahamian accent, her lips pouting. “Why do you have to stay away from me for so long?”
“You know I have business to attend to, girl,” I wince as he strokes my prick faster.
I am awake and hard as a rock, the veins standing up in my shaft.
“I missed fucking you, Ethan,” Malika purrs. “I have been so horny at the pool house alone while you were gone. I want to fuck.” She is deadly serious. I have learnt not to underestimate her passion.
Damn it, something about that island accent causes me to Jump off the bed and lift Malika in my arms. I swing her over my shoulder, carry her into the playroom and shove her against the wall. There is a look of lust on her face. That look that makes my blood boil.
Malika pulls me against her and kisses me hard on the lips while snapping the buttons off my shirt and ripping it open. She is like an animal, ready to gobble me up. I return her ardent kisses, dropping down on my knees to kiss her tummy, forcing her fully against the wall. My tongue darts between her legs and I lap on the sweet nectar found there.
“Ethan, oh Ethan,” she moans, as my tongue slips inside her. I slide it in and out like a dagger thrusting into the enemy. She tastes so fucking good. I lap her clit until she is cursing and grabbing the back of my head, grinding against my lips.
I tease and work the fold of her sweet young pussy, my tongue finding her trigger and fires off rapid licks and sucks which cause her to scream my name and clench her things around my neck.
Normally, I enjoy teasing my women, but today I am in no mood for foreplay, so I simply drop my pants and savagely force my hard prick inside her. Malika grunts as I slam into her rough and gasping. I thrust and stroke, thrust and stroke until beads of sweat run down the side of my face.
Shit, this little island pussy is coating my cock with its juices. Malika is so fucking tight I feel my head spinning and I let out a savage grunt. I increase my tempo, fucking her faster and harder until she whimpers and just as she is about to orgasm, I pull out my prick and shove her down on the pool table. I reach for one of my hand guns I keep in the playroom and use the nozzle to caress her tender breasts. The cold steel against her nipples seems to excite her even more.
Malika grabs the barrel of the gun and runs it up and down her tummy. I trail the instrument of death all the way down her body, until it’s resting just above the opening between her legs.
I part her legs with the firearm and jam my cock into her…her magnificent body is spread-eagled on the pool table, while I unleash my rod inside her, with the gun still in my grasp. With every stroke of my cock, I push the nozzle against her heart. Malika’s eyes open wider and she screams as the first orgasm hits her. I slap her pert ass with the handle of the gun and she screams even more.
Unexpectedly, I feel my own orgasm approaching and I thrust the gun into her hand and force it to my head. As I start to cum, I close my eyes and signal for Malika to squeeze the trigger. It clicks, but there is no eruption. Of course it is empty, but it’s the idea of an instrument of death that counts
I flood inside her with my seed and collapse on top of her, utterly spent.
For some reason though, there is no real satisfaction. Something is missing.
It’s Riley. For some strange reason, that little virgin is getting under my skin.
Riley, I wish I was fucking you instead.
CHAPTER 11
Riley
Suddenly, my life has changed dramatically.
Being photographed out on the town with a billionaire, who also happens to be the Sexiest Man Alive, does have its perks, it seems. All of a sudden my agency is besieged with offers of modeling assignments for Riley Hamilton. Even Jonathan and his crew have called to book me for their Playa campaign.
Overnight, I have become one of the hot new faces of the plus-size fashion industry, the new discovery, so to speak.
Talk about timing…thank you, Ethan.
Jada too is all excited for me and acts as my personal chaperone, now that I have to attend numerous casting calls and fashion shoots. It is all too much for me, at first…simply too overwhelming, but with coaching from the Agency, I quickly get into the swing of things.
All of a sudden, Riley Hamilton has arrived and the major industry magazines have labeled me the next big plus-size thing, no pun intended. I am swamped with work, which allows precious little time for private social activities. Through all the excitement, Ethan has never been far from my mind, though. I am consumed by memories of our evening together, but a month has passed without me hearing from him. Not one freaking word. All I know is that he returned to Cary Island and every now and then I see pictures of him in some god forsaken country, cementing business deals.
Even Alex has started showing much more interest in me since I dated Ethan, and while I enjoy going out with him, he pales in comparison to the man from Cary Island.
Everyone, it appears, pales in comparison to Ethan Stone.
I have just wrapped up a shoot for Amor magazine, one of the top magazines in the world, when I receive a call from my agent Jordan, who sounds rather excited. “Riley,” he breathes anxiously into the phone, sounding out of breath. “We just booked you for a major fashion show. And when I say major, I mean major, all the top names in the business will be taking part.”
Jordan’s excitement is infectious. I too am feeling the buzz. “Where and when?” I ask, caught up in the moment.
“That’s the thing, it’s in three days,” Jordan blurts out. “And get this, it’s for a company call Valdex for their new line of evening and sportswear and it’s on a private island in The Bahamas. All I know is that it’s called Cary Island and the home of a filthy rich corporate billionaire. I am not sure who, though.”
I almost drop the freaking phone.
Cary Island? That’s Ethan’s island. This can’t be real.
“Riley, are you there?” Jordan sounds concerned.
“Yes, I am still here. Just shocked that’s all. I want Jada to come with me, Jordan, that’s my only request.”
“Of course, Riley darling, money is no problem for these people. They are paying all the models top dollar, and as you know, you are the girl everyone is calling about. Ta ta hunny, talk to you soon.” With that Jordan leaves me hanging.
So, it appears Ethan’s and my paths are fated to cross, again. God, I am just hoping he will be on the island for the show and not just loaning it out and disappearing. That would be a crying shame. I want to look into those gorgeous blue eyes even just one more time.
A feeling of excitement surges through my lower region. I get wet every time I think of that hunk. “Who was that, Riley?” Jada interrupts my train of thoughts.
“You would never believe what just happened.”
“What…tell me… please!” Jada is all caught up in the mystery.
“I have been invited to model at a show on Ethan’s private island, Cary Island. And you are coming with me.”
Jada lets out a blood-curling scream and jumps in the air.
“When do we leave?” She howls. “Girl, we have packing to do.”
I suppress a smile. Home girl has been caged up in the apartment for too long, she definitely needs to get out more. And I need her by my side the next time I see Ethan, it will be too embarrassing to face him alone. I can just imagine that smirk on his handsome face. That is if he is on the island, with that man you can never tell.
Only three days… darn, that doesn’t give us much time to pack. I’m tired as hell, having just wrapped up a major shoot, but the thought of finally seeing Ethan again is too much to bear. My heart is racing like a schoolgirl about to go t
o the prom. The added fact that I will be on the same show as most of the world’s top models, makes me feel like I have died and gone to heaven.
“Are you excited to see him again?” Jada quizzes me. We haven’t spoken much about Ethan since my date, plus since he didn’t even have the balls to call me made us believe he has moved on and that I was just a small diversion for him.
“A little bit…maybe he doesn’t even remember me. Ethan is a pretty busy guy,” I reply solemnly, staring into the ceiling.
“Forget you? Girl, you must be crazy? Look at you…do you think any man in his right mind would ever forget a date with you.” Jada is all up in my business now.
“Ethan Stone is no ordinary man, Jada. He has a god complex. I don’t think he really cares for mere mortals. How else would you explain him not calling me, even if just to say hello?”
Jada goes quiet for a minute. “Tell you what love, to hell with Ethan. We will go to The Bahamas and have the time of our lives, rubbing shoulders with the high and mighty.”
“Amen to that, girlfriend.”
Ethan Stone has much bigger fish to fry than little old me.
***
The next two days pass in a whirl of activities. Clothes had to be sent for me to be fitted in and I had to liaise with the Agency as they sorted out my travel arrangements. Jada and I are in a tizzy. We are to be flown by private jet to the island and everyone would be accommodated between the main mansion and the many guest houses. I figure it must be a pretty big mansion and lots of guest houses, to have space for so many people.
My roommate meticulously chooses my clothes, again behaving like a mother hen while I assemble my wardrobe. “Riley, wear something more sexy…that’s too plain.” She pushes me aside and rummages through the tiny closet, finally selecting a few outfits she considers adequate.
“Jada, remember we will just be there for three nights….why are you packing like we are going away for a month?” I laugh at my friend’s ardor.
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