Lipstick & Stilettos

by Young, Tarra

“No, I don't want you to stand anywhere.”

  “You don’t?”

  “No. I want you to kneel on my bed for me.”

  “On the bed?” she squeaked.

  Memories of their love making that morning flashed through her mind and caused a liquid heat to flood her pussy.

  “Yes. Before you get on the bed though, I need you to sign this contract for me,” he said removing a sheaf of papers from his briefcase, along with a pen. He handed them to her. “Take your time to read it over before you agree to the terms by signing.”

  She looked it over with a careful eye. It all seemed to be pretty standard to her. Normally she would have an attorney look the document over, but she trusted Blain.

  The pictures Blain was about to take of her would be property of Lipstick & Stilettos Magazine. She signed the contract and handed it back to him along with the ink pen.

  There was a knock on the door and Blain hurried to answer it. “I’m here to do the model's hair,” a young female voice chirped from the open doorway.

  "She's right in here,” Blain said, allowing the woman to enter. Jena was surprised to see that it was the woman with curves in all the right places who had given Blain a blowjob right out in the open the day before.

  “Hi, I'm Christy,” the woman told Jena, introducing herself. Today she was chewing gum.

  “I’m Jena. Nice to meet you," she lied, wishing she wasn't meeting this woman. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt very jealous of this woman. She just smiled though and didn't say anything. Christy got to work on Jena's hair, and had it done in no time flat.

  Jena took one last quick look at herself in the mirror, and then allowed Blain to lead her to the bed.

  She expected Christy to leave, but instead she sank down in a nearby chair and watched Blain work. She had to fight off a sudden urge to pull the woman's hair out piece by piece. Was there something romantic going on between Blain and this woman? Had she and Stacy just been some wild fling to him? Perhaps they had an open relationship. Jena was never a real big fan of those.

  “Just relax; he called out, as if sensing there was something bothering her. "Remember, it's me behind the camera and I won't make you do anything you are not comfortable doing.”

  When she was kneeling on the bed, he reached over and pulled one bikini strap down. “Now stay just like that,” he instructed her.

  She did as she was told. Blain walked a few feet away from her and began snapping pictures.

  From time to time he would call out instructions like, “Tilt your head a little to the right. Just like that. Now don't move. Hold it. Beautiful!”

  After what seemed like forever he stopped and made his way over to the bed. Were they finally finished

  “Christy, we're going to try something different if Jena agrees. I need you to get a spray bottle filled with water and wet her hair.” He turned to Jena. “We're going to do something a bit different, but only if you agree.”

  “What's that?” Jena asked nervously.

  “Topless.” He said the word as if it were no big deal.

  “Topless?” she asked, panic overcoming her. What had she gotten herself into?

  “It won't be that bad,” he reassured her, running his fingers through her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror across the room and with her hair this way; she looked as if she just climbed out of bed after fucking a guy for hours.

  “I’m not sure I can do it,” she told him reluctantly.

  “Let's try something, and then if you still don't want to do it, we'll stop.”

  “Okay,” she said, putting all her trust in him.

  He undid the clasp on the bikini top and removed it completely. “Now cross your arms across your chest.” She did as he told her to do. “Are you comfortable like that? You're not showing much more than you were when you had the top on.”

  She looked down at herself. He was right. “Like this is fine,” she said at last.

  “Then you'll do it?”

  “Yes.”

  Christy returned with the spray bottle and began wetting Jena's hair, and then the photo shoot continued.

  What was probably an hour, but seemed more like several passed before Blain stopped snapping photos. We'll take a twenty minute break before we resume with this then. There's one other thing I want to try.”

  He went over to where he had his camera equipment laid out and began reloading the film in his camera. She was suddenly worried about what he was going to have her do next.

  She put the bikini top back on and walked over to Blain. He looked up at her as she approached him.

  “You might want to lose that again,” he said casually, eying her breasts so she knew what he meant. Alarm bells went off in her head. How far was he expecting her to go for this photo shoot? She had half a mind to tell him off, but she bit her tongue and kept as calm as possible.

  “What did you have in mind? That last session was a little too daring, and frankly, that's where I have to draw the line.”

  “Can you at least hear me out?”

  The way he was looking at her, how could she deny him at least that?

  “Sure, what did you have in mind?”

  “I’m going to be perfectly honest with you. These next pictures aren't for the magazine.”

  “They aren’t?” Her mouth suddenly felt dry.

  “No.”

  “Then what are they for?”

  “They’re for my own personal private collection.”

  “Oh,” she said on a sigh as realization of what he was really asking for began to sink in. Did he really like her that much that he wanted a piece of her to remember her by after they parted ways? How would she ever be able to deny him that much? Yet at the same time she was nervous about the whole prospect of anyone taking her picture with no clothes on at all.

  “Your body is a work of art. I want to photograph it.”

  “You mean you want me completely nude?” She was unsure about all of this, yet at the same time she wanted to please him, even if it meant removing the little bit of cloth covering her body and posing for him while he photographed her. In an odd sort of way, it excited her. She felt torn, but then allowed all doubts slip away.

  He put the camera down and caressed her thighs, moving his hands around to the insides of her legs.

  “Yes. Will you do it?” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers up and down her spine.

  “Of course I'll do it,” she said as she began to strip out of the bikini in a striptease, enjoying his reaction when she heard the sharp intake of his breath. Just knowing she had the power to bring him to his knees made her pussy wet.

  * * * *

  The photo shoot soon ended and Jena quickly got dressed in her own clothes. She told Blain bye, promising to meet him in the dining hall later that evening for dinner and to bring Stacy with her.

  Stacy was already back from her afternoon at the spa and was dressing for dinner when she arrived back at the cabana.

  After the long afternoon of posing in different poses, her muscles ached. She used parts of her body she hadn't even realized she possessed until now. She could sure use some pampering herself, but there was no time for that. She looked at her watch. If she hurried, she'd have time for a shower.

  She was about to go into the bathroom to take one when there was a knock on the cabana door. She wondered who it was. She opened it to find Blain on the other side. “May I come in?” he asked.

  “Sure,” she responded, happy to see him again.

  “Oh good, you're here,” he said when he spotted Stacy.

  Jena didn't know why, but her heart ached at the thought that he had come to see Stacy and not her. Was she falling in love with him? She couldn't be. She just met him. “I was just going in to take a shower,” she said, turning to go.

  He was by her side in a flash, taking a hold of her wrist to stop her and gently turned her back to face him.

  “Don’t go. What I have come here to say involves you and S
tacy both.”

  She turned to face him and he continued. “I don't know how to say this, so I'll just come right and tell you. After you left my cabana Jena, I called my boss to let him know the photo shoot had gone well. He wants me on the next flight back to New York City tonight.”

  He was leaving? Panic seized her and she fought off the tears that were threatening to spill.

  She did her best to pull herself together, though. She didn't want him to know how much his leaving affected her. She was never going to see him again. “Have a safe trip back,” was all she could say.

  She tried to walk away and go into the bathroom so he wouldn't see her cry, but he tightened his grip on her wrist, stopping her from going. “There's more he told her.”

  “Can’t we just say goodbye and get it over with?” she pleaded. “I hate, long, drawn out, goodbyes.”

  “This isn't a goodbye if you'll just hear me out.”

  “It's not? I don't know what you would call it then.”

  “I want you both to come with me.”

  Jena and Stacy looked at one another, and then both their gazes turned to Blain. “Did I hear you correctly?” Stacy asked.

  “Yes.”

  “We just can't take off and leave with you. Where would we stay?” Jena demanded.

  “With me. I want you and Stacy to both come and live with me, not for a visit, but permanently.”

  “We can't do that. We don't have jobs there.”

  “If I recall, Jena, you don't have a job waiting for you in L.A., either.”

  “True, but Stacy – “

  ”I want both you women with me. I have never met two women that I have been so strongly attracted to at the same time. I have already spoken to my boss. You both have jobs waiting for you in New York City at Lipstick & Stilettos Magazine.”

  Jena looked at Stacy, and at that moment when their eyes met, she knew they were going to New York with Blain.

  That is how the three of them ended up in New York City in a polyamorous relationship. It hadn't taken long after they arrived there for Jena to realize she was bisexual. She loved both Blain and Stacy deeply and she always would.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Growing up in Utah, Tarra Young knew from the young age of four that she wanted to be an author when she grew up. Her love of books goes way back to when she was a child. While other children had their security blankets, Tarra had her books. She has been writing, even getting a few of her books published along the way through small publishers. Tarra is currently living in Fairfield, California with her mom, sisters, one of her nephews and her fiancé. You can visit Tarra on the web at http://www.tarrayoung.com and on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/tarra.young - Please take a moment to visit the website where you purchased this book and leave a review.