by K. M. Liss
“Yes, that will be fine,” he said, the light dawning on the lenses subject. “And Mercedes, this is all too much. Your generosity is becoming embarrassing.”
“I'm simply protecting my latest asset. Ensuring he is comfortable and happy in his position in my stable.”
“Oh he's happy and comfortable all right.”
“Good, because I can see a great future for you. For us.”
She ran her finger down his cheek and brushed at the light stubble on his chin. Their eyes held for a long while, a touch of intimacy forming between them. He didn't want to look away. But she finally ended their heated stare and dipped her head. He held his breath for a moment as her lips touched his neck for a fleeting second.
They relaxed and drank and conversed some more about her company. He discovered she had formerly been a photographer and formed her agency six years ago. He was careful not to flirt and not to ask probing questions. He let her run the show for a while and merely commented as and where he could. She asked about his family and he told her he had quite a few human relatives and a great grandson.
Their champagne finished, she invited him back upstairs to continue their evening.
“Let's talk some more in the privacy of your room, shall we? There's something I'd like to do.” He was very keen on this development. There was something he wanted to do as well. She really was exceptionally beautiful. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her and run his fingers through her long blonde curls.
They returned to his room and she moved purposefully to the side of his bed. This was looking very promising.
“Take off your clothes and lie on the sheets,” she commanded as she turned down the bed cover. He found her tone to be very bossy and domineering, but in any case, it all seemed to be progressing in the right direction...
He quickly undressed and lay down, his excitement clearly evident. Her eyes strayed to his aroused manhood immediately and she smiled widely.
“Mmmm, ready already...” Her teeth descended for a few seconds and she licked her lips openly. To his complete surprise she bent down and placed a brief kiss on his hardness. Then she straightened and got her phone out of her bag.
“Drape the cover across yourself for a little modesty. I wish to take some glamorous photographs for my own personal use.”
He picked up the edge of the red bed cover and arranged it strategically, assuming a pose by leaning on his elbow with his leg slightly bent.
“Oh yes, I do like that, it's such a come on, just a little more with your eyes though...” she said while taking a photograph from the side. “Now another one... Look at me hungrily, like you're the big bad wolf,” she instructed while moving around to the end of the bed.
She took quite a few more, egging him on with seductive words of encouragement and finally, seemingly satisfied with her erotic shots, put her phone away. She kicked off her heels and joined him on the bed where he was lounging semi-upright on the pillows.
He watched her with a thumping heart and raging desire, his breathing going haywire as she slipped her stretchy dress over her head and removed her tiny little panties to fully reveal her curvaceous and beautifully built form. She was athletic and strongly muscled for a woman. What a divine body she had. He was more than aroused by the sight in front of him.
“Mercedes, how beautiful you are.”
She hopped astride him and forced his hard cock inside her with a quick jab. His hands slid up her in appreciation.
“I so need a fuck. Off you go Miche honey,” she said with a purring growl, kissing him softly on the lips.
“What a shame, for a second I thought you were going to fuck me,” he replied in a disappointed tone with a subtle masculine pout.
“Oh no... You can do all the hard work. That's the way I like it.”
“I've had enough of this mistress and slave business. This isn't the way I like it.” He flung her on her back and growled and snarled at her, revealing his long fangs. She gasped out loud and lay in submission beneath him, a sweet little shiver of delight running through her.
“How masterful and strong you are, and my goodness, what lovely big teeth you have.”
“All the better to eat you with,” he joked, and started off on his trail of seduction, caressing her neck and breasts with his mouth and teeth, nipping and licking.
“Yes...” she moaned. “More of that... Much more. Come on, do it...” she insisted, her hands roaming around his broad shoulders, head and neck in response.
“Ask me nicely, no more orders, in bed we are equals.”
“Please?” she added reluctantly.
He gave her a lot more as he slowly and subtly moved his way down between her legs. His tongue probed the smooth skin and she opened her legs wide with a sigh. He licked his way around, lost in a world of male discovery. Mercedes was so damn gorgeous, all over. She was making tiny gasping noises and pressing herself to his face and it was arousing him more than she knew. He slipped his long eager tongue inside her wet heat and she groaned loudly. He worked her with a rhythm, his tongue fast and wild... He sunk his teeth into her gently, here and there.
She suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled him up demanding loudly, “Come up here...NOW!” He gave her a pointed look. “... Please?” she added as an afterthought.
He climbed up her speedily, entering her quickly, and thrusting hard inside of her. She came a minute later in a heated, snarling, scratching state of ecstasy, wrenching at his hair and gouging his back with her hard, sharp talons. He continued to move inside her and his own release came fast, as he too saw the flash of red, and a wonderful heat blasted inside his eyes... He sank down onto her with a blissful sigh. His hand stroking her breast as he revelled in the erotic sensations coursing through his body. He didn't get as much time as he would have liked to enjoy it though.
All too soon she pushed him off her and gave him a quick kiss as she stood and slipped on her dress and tiny undies.
“I must go... I am busy tomorrow and have much to do tonight. 'Bye, Miche,” she informed him as she picked up her bag and slid into her shoes. She left his bedroom and the door closed behind her with a soft click.
Damn, that was over far too quickly, I'd only just got started...
After a long night spent reading and playing with his new television, he dressed and left his hotel room for his contract meeting at the agency, with plenty of time to spare.
Upon his arrival, he was immediately whisked away to a small room behind reception by a tiny Japanese woman who had been waiting for him. She provided him with a six month supply of mid-brown contact lenses. He put them in and took them out several times while peering into her magnified mirror. His eyes were becoming quite irritated and sore before she was satisfied he had the right technique and eventually packed up and left. He went into the men's cloakroom and gazed at himself in the mirror. He didn't look that different, they were only a few shades darker than a vampire's normal golden brown eye. But he knew they would cover his emotional responses well. That was their sole purpose. Glowing yellow flashing eyes weren't a human trait. He understood the need to keep them well hidden.
He returned to reception and walked up to the desk where the human blonde beauty Cassandra sat daintily painting her fingernails a pale icy blue. He breathed in the strong paint scent and watched her finish the last one off.
“Tres joli, ton ongles,” he said hesitantly in French, complimenting her on her nails.
“Merci monsieur,” she replied with a hint of a flush creeping onto her cheeks. She smiled and two lovely dimples appeared. He smiled back warmly and leaned on the reception desk, taking a thorough look at her very attractive female form sitting perched on her receptionist chair. Cassandra was rather nicely proportioned, feminine and curvy with a doll-like face. The colour of her eyes fascinated him. They were a light sapphire blue. He'd never seen eyes like it before. He wondered for a moment if they were real or if she was wearing coloured lenses. He stared into them with his superb vamp
ire vision, focusing intently. No lenses to be seen. They were definitely real.
She gulped and seemed to have stopped breathing under his scrutiny.
“Beaux yeux,” he said quietly in his best seductive tone. She blushed prettily.
“Oh... Merci encore,” she replied in an appealing, squeak of a voice.
“Tu est belle, Cassandra.” He was enjoying flirting with her and practising his very basic French compliments.
“Cass... Appelez-moi Cass.”
“Tu est tres belle.... Cass...” He let his beautiful compliment and her pet name hang on his tongue. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth opened a touch, revealing a row of pretty white teeth. She moistened her lips with her tongue suggestively.
“Monsieur... Vous êtes trop gentil.”
“Appelez-moi Miche.”
“Meesshhha,” she repeated his name back to him with a far too soft sounding 'sshhhh'.
“Non, ce n'est pas Meeeshhha... , C'est Mitchello... Mitcha,” he corrected her, with his harder sounding name, pronouncing it in a 't' fashion.
“Meetttcha...?” Her hand went to her mouth and she giggled sweetly.
“C'est okay...” he nodded at her. “Ou est Mercedes?” he asked her, looking at the clock and noticing it was five minutes to ten.
“Mademoiselle Benoit finalise le contrat, elle sera bientôt là.”
He managed to work out what she said without too much trouble and sat down on one of the reception chairs to wait. He could see Cassandra looking at him, her long false eyelashes sweeping up and down from behind her desk. She finally gave up looking at him up and down and openly stared at him. She sighed deeply. He stared back and then smiled to himself, sighing deeply in return. He enjoyed female attention, particularly if the female looked like Cass did.
The door finally opened at one minute to ten. Punctual was obviously Mercedes' middle name. She beckoned from the doorway.
“Ah, Mr D'Angelo, do come in. I have your contract ready. I was just reading it one final time.”
“Isn't it standard?” he asked, following her down the corridor and into her office. She motioned for him to sit as she sat down herself.
“Oh no. You have a specially enhanced one.”
“I do?”
“Yes. I have sole rights over you. In return I will offer all my best work to you. I have a strong feeling about your potential. You will be much sought after. I have some specific ideas for you.”
“That's good to hear.”
“In fact you will be starting very shortly. Your first appointment is at midday today, an outdoor location on the grounds of Sacre Coeur. It is a sportswear shoot. Basketballs, trainers, apparel. I shall accompany you, to watch my asset go though his paces,” she said, studying his face for a reaction.
“I'll look forward to it,” he lied in a level voice. He really didn't want her there, watching his every move on his first time out.
“Your lenses are very flattering. How do they feel?” she queried, concentrating on his eyes closely.
“Like grit in my eyes,” he replied. She laughed at his honesty.
“That will improve, don't worry. Now then, before we begin, Cassandra has ordered your phone. It will be here this afternoon and we shall call by at the bank after this meeting and arrange a transfer of funds in advance for you.”
“So I'm all sorted, am I?”
“All except for your signature on these.” She pushed two sets of papers across her desk for him to sign, along with a pen. His contract. The first paper contract he had ever held in his life. He picked it up with excitement and a little trepidation. “It's all in English, take your time.”
He sat and read through it, stopping every now and then to query a word or sentence he didn't understand. In fact there was a lot he didn't understand, to be truthful, most of it. He felt unsure about signing it now. He didn't really know Mercedes that well, but what he did know made him certain her interests were being served first. But what choice did he have? Being homeless and sleeping Quasimodo-style in the bell tower? Or being done over a little with a far more luxurious chance in life? He'd take the latter. So what if she had him by the balls? He'd have to live with it. Two years wasn't that long. He could go elsewhere afterwards, if he needed to.
He picked up the pen and signed the two copies and returned one to her, folding his and putting it in his jacket pocket. She rose and shook his hand in a very businesslike manner. “Thanks so much for everything Mercedes,” he said with a warm smile.
“No, it's Mademoiselle Benoit... At work I am your manager. Your boss. Treat me formally and with the proper address.”
“I understand. Of course.”
They left the bank, which was situated in the next street, and walked back to 'Parfait' at eleven thirty. He was now the proud owner of his first ever bank account. He had money, quite a lot of money, and his bank card would be delivered the next day. He was starting to feel like a man of the world. A truly modern vampire of means.
Mercedes guided him to her car and he looked at it with lust. This was his type of car, a low sporty affair. A white Peugeot with red leather seats. He got inside it with a deep sigh.
One day... Hopefully soon...
“Do you drive?” she asked him.
“No. But I'd like to learn.”
“Cassandra will arrange some lessons for you. My treat.”
“No, I'll pay myself,” he insisted. He didn't want to be beholden to her any more than he was already.
“If you must. I'll speak to her later.”
“It's okay, I'll do it. Cassandra and I can converse a little. I'm sure I can make myself understood.” Besides, he liked talking to Cass, very, very much.
They made their way through the winding roads of Paris, and through the heavy traffic, towards the white majesty of Sacre Coeur Basilica, perched on a hill overlooking Paris from its beautiful vantage point. After parking, they walked to an area of the Sacre Coeur grounds that had been roped off for their shoot.
Michello felt a nervous tension beginning to engulf him. There was a freestanding basketball hoop set up, a lot of people milling around busily, and a box of coloured basketballs on the ground next to a large van.
Mercedes was greeted enthusiastically, air kissed, and spoken to in French by a tall, thin, and very arty looking man, with sculpted facial hair, who he assumed was the photographer, as he held a very expensive looking camera in his hands.
“Michello, meet Xavier. He is your shutterbug darling,” she explained in English.
“Shutterbug?”
“Your photographer.”
“Oh, I see. A very amusing nickname,” he said with a smile shaking Xavier's hand warmly. “Call me Miche,” he added.
“Okay Miche, now go and get ready. Traci is waiting for you in the trailer,” Xavier explained, pointing at the large van.
He left and knocked at the trailer and was admitted by a small, slightly plump redhead. After introducing himself and establishing that he couldn't speak French too well, she switched to English with ease.
“I'm American, lived here for ten years now. You're a hot one aren't you?... It's not often I get such an exceptionally handsome guy to work with. Now then, get this on Miche my dear.”
She flung a pair of black silky shorts, black and red socks, a black vest, and a bright red and white pair of trainer boots at him.
He slipped behind the screen and put on the clothing, aware of her eyes burning into his head the whole time. He emerged to face her fully dressed.
“Right. Sit down here.” She ushered him into her chair and set about his face and hair.
Brushes and cosmetics were applied here and there as her hands fluttered about him. He found it to be very relaxing and shut his eyes with pleasure. He was suddenly aware of her hand slipping down, where it shouldn't be. He opened his eyes in surprise.
“Are you usually this friendly with your clients?”
“No, only a few. I kinda like you. A lot.”
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nbsp; “So it would seem.” He gently removed her hot little hand from his crotch area. “Later maybe...” He smiled at her round freckled face. She had a pretty smile and lovely features, and the rest of her wasn't that bad either. He wouldn't say no.
She continued fiddling with his hair and finally misted him with a glistening spray of something. He touched it curiously as she rubbed it in his exposed shoulders and neck area, and then misted it again.
“It simulates sweat, in a nice way,” she giggled, running her finger down the back of his neck. He shivered sensually and kissed her arm.
“Am I done? All sweated up and ready to go?”
“You certainly are. Don't be too long.” She gave him a hot smouldering look and a finger wave as he left the trailer. Looking around for his shutterbug, he spotted him, and strode up as confidently as he could to Xavier who was twiddling with his camera settings and fretting to himself.
“Warm up if you like. I'll be with you in a moment,” Xavier said in English.
“Warm up?”
“Walk around the setting, summon your creative mindset my love,” he advised, wandering off, with his head in the photographic clouds, back to his crew of people who were smoking and drinking coffee nearby. Mercedes stood amongst them. She gave him a little wave of encouragement.
He was getting very concerned now. His stomach was contracting and his throat felt tight. His teeth descended briefly in anguish. He rubbed his jaw with his hand, gazing at the pavement in a mild panic. Then he pulled himself together. His whole future rested on this moment. He couldn't fall apart or act like a complete idiot. He had to be special, something different, and memorable. Not a wooden novice who hadn't a clue. He selected a basketball which matched his clothing of red, white, and black and strode off towards the hoop. As from this moment, he was a star basketball player. He had to think like one. Be in tune with himself and the ball. Oblivious to all and everything else. He had very little knowledge of the sport, but despite that, he could understand a sportsman's dedication and love of his sport. He'd shoot a few hoops and do some bouncing of the ball. He knew that much about it.