InvitingTheDevil

by Gabriella Bradley

  I took my cell phone out of my purse and dialed Kalem’s.

  “Yes? Do you still want to quit?”

  Geez, what a way to answer the phone. “Fuck you, Kalem. You could have warned me.”

  “You would have refused. Tell me you didn’t enjoy every second of it.”

  My heart pounded. For a moment, I felt like lying to him, but then admitted it. “I did.”

  “I know you did,” he said in soft sexy voice. “I saw the evidence trickling from your pussy.”

  “I’ll agree to do the other photo shoots now.”

  “I knew you would. Good thing I hadn’t canceled the whole thing.”

  “You mean you’ve already set a date?”

  “Yes. They want you as soon as possible. I’d like you to have the locks back on the rings. Will you do that?”

  “I suppose.”

  “It’s something they noticed on several pictures of you in the silver dress. They’ve never done a shoot of anyone with those.”

  “This afternoon was really a series of three shoots then, right? Daniel told me one was for a sex store that’s online and the other for a porn magazine.”

  “And the clothing for a fashion magazine.”

  “Won’t the porn photos ruin my career?”

  “I don’t think so. Even bad publicity is good publicity.”

  “When is the shoot?”

  “We’ll fly to the location on Sunday and the other shoot is on Wednesday and possibly Thursday. Depends if they do more than one shoot.”

  “And that is where?”

  “Hawaii. One magazine chose the Hawaii location. I convinced the other magazine to do their shoot there as well.”

  A thrill went through me. “Really? And you’re going, too?”

  “Yes. I have to protect my investment.”

  “Investment?”

  “You.”

  “I didn’t know I was an investment.”

  I could hardly believe we were having a fairly normal conversation. Just listening to his voice made me horny.

  “Wrong wording I guess. Invested interest? You should feel flattered. You’re the only model I’ve ever posed with. The only woman I’ve ever done this with.”

  “So you say.”

  “Your choice to believe me or not. I’ll see you tomorrow night? We’ll be there for four days. The limo will pick you up at seven Saturday evening. We’ll arrive in Hawaii nine hours later, enough time to sleep for a while. The shoot starts at ten.”

  “Okay.”

  The phone went dead.

  Tomorrow night? That was fast.

  Chapter Nine

  We landed in Hawaii. Even though Kalem sat next to me on the plane, he barely said a word so I slept most of the way. The salon had touched up my hair yesterday, added more blonde streaks. The magazine would look after any props, clothing and accessories. They’d also do my makeup and hair.

  He’d rented a car and apparently knew Hawaii well. He drove straight to our hotel. I waited for him to register us. He returned quickly. Could he see right through me? It seemed he’d already made all the arrangements, booked the hotel and everything. Was I that transparent?

  We stepped out of the elevator. I followed Kalem pulling my suitcase. I’d probably over packed. Hell, we were only going to be there for a few days. He stopped in front of a door.

  “This is ours.”

  “Ours?”

  “Yes.”

  I quivered internally. Share a room with him? And a lavish room it was. There was one king size bed. So I would share the bed with him. Oh man, gone are all my resolutions. You’re kidding yourself, girl. Your resolutions flew out the door when you didn’t protest at the photo shoot.

  “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to sleep for a while,” he said and promptly took off his runners, jeans and shirt. Still wearing a pair of black boxer shorts, he headed for the bed.

  “I should try and sleep a while, though I slept on the plane,” I said. I hadn’t brought any nightwear. I’d expected to have a hotel room of my own. I kicked my sandals off, slipped out of my shorts but kept the top on and joined him on the bed. It took a while for me to doze off. Lying next to him, without him touching me, was no mean feat.

  I was startled awake at nine. “Heavens I overslept,” I muttered and got off the bed. Kalem wasn’t in the room. Maybe he was in the bathroom. If I hurried, I could get a bite to eat before the shoot. I showered quickly and put on a pair of white shorts and a halter.

  Kalem came into the room just as I was about to leave. He was dressed in swimming trunks.

  “You’ve been swimming?”

  “Yes. Terrific pool here. Are you hungry?”

  “Yes, but it’s twenty after nine. If we have to be there at ten, we’d better—”

  “They’re picking us up at ten. Plenty of time to eat. Take your shorts off and bend over.”

  “What?”

  “The locks.”

  “Oh, yeah.” I’d forgotten about the locks and how exotic the people at the magazine thought they were. I took my shorts off and bent for him, keeping my feet apart. His fingers were between my legs. I waited for him to do something, to push a finger into me, to stroke me. I ached for him—for his touch, for his cock, but there was no way in hell I was going to beg him. I’d made my stand. Professional it would be. I felt him put the locks on the rings and saw him step back. I straightened and put my shorts on again, my heart ready to burst out of my chest and my pussy already soaking my shorts. If I didn’t get control of myself, I’d have to change.

  Kalem acted as if what he’d just done was just like signing a letter. He was straight faced and motioned me to follow him. Silently we headed to the elevator and rode it down to the main floor.

  Breakfast was a smorgasbord. I chose some scrambled eggs, a piece of toast and fruit and a bottle of water. We ate in silence. It was unnerving how little he spoke. By the time we finished, it was time to go and wait for our ride.

  The car was there, waiting for us. I was awed by the scenery and the how striking the plants, trees and flowers were. The pavement ended and we drove over a dirt road. It climbed steadily. We finally stopped and had to continue on foot. I wondered about the poor photographers and their equipment.

  We came to a waterfall cascading into a crystal clear pool, that looked so inviting. The falls and pool were surrounded by an amazing variety of flowers and trees. A silvery sand beach surrounded the water. Several flowers lay strewn at the edge of the pool.

  “Eden,” I said.

  “What?”

  “Paradise.”

  “Yes. It’s beautiful. A perfect location for the shoot,” Kalem replied.

  The crew was waiting for us. There were four other models waiting when we got there. One was a black girl, an oriental girl, a platinum blonde and a black haired girl who could have been Italian or Mexican by looking at her. They were all beautiful with long hair and magnificent bodies. None of them had piercings. They were already naked and getting their makeup and hair done.

  “Ah, Kalem Ostarizo. Everyone, meet Kalem and his latest acquisition, Danea, I believe?”

  I nodded. So now I was an acquisition.

  “I’m Gordon. The photographer over there is Jamie. He nodded towards a thin dark haired man fiddling with his camera equipment. “His assistants are Tom and Stuart. Our makeup artist is Tracy and our hairdresser is Wayne. The girls, that’s Nadine over there,” he said, pointing at the black girl. “Suzy, Sylvie and Char.” He kind of waved his hand across the other three, so I had no idea who was who.

  I’d have a tough time remembering all their names except for Nadine. I could hardly keep my eyes off her. She was like a Nubian queen with her tall, lithe body, large, jutting breasts topped by enormous black nipples and a figure to die for. I wondered what her pussy looked like. Would it be black like the rest of her? She was sitting on a stool with her legs spread slightly apart. Her labia looked dark. I was determined to see the rest, to part those s
exy lips and examine her cleft.

  “Time to take your clothes off, girl,” Gordon told me. “Go and grab a stool over there so Tracy can do your makeup.”

  I took my shorts and top off. Gordon’s gaze traveled over my body and came to rest on my clit.

  “Oh, my God. You’re going to be sensational,” he said.

  Kalem had grabbed a chair and sat near the edge of the trees. I sat on the stool, my back to him. Tracy attended to me quickly. I’d become used to having makeup put on and enjoyed the pampered feeling.

  After Tracy was done, Wayne did my hair. He left it loose, but sprayed it with body spray and dried it with a portable dryer and a brushed it into large waves.

  “Girls, you ready to rock’n’roll?” Gordon asked.

  “Yes, let’s get this over with,” the blonde said.

  “For the first shoot, I want you all to wear these.”

  He held up an arm full of sarongs and G-strings. He handed one to each of us. Mine was blue.

  The first shots were of all of us together wading at the edge of the water. Then as two and threesomes holding hands. He hung leis around our necks. Then came the single shots. It was my turn.

  “Start undoing the sarong and lower it slowly,” he said. I stood knee deep in the water and slowly unfastened the sarong and lowered it, posing as I had for Friday’s photo shoot. When the sarong was at my thighs, he told me to drop it into the water. The flowers covered my breasts. He had Jamie take shots of us all together, and again in pairs and threesomes.

  After fishing the sarongs out of the water, Tracy spread them across the lower branches to dry. “Single girls only for these shots. Play with the flowers, expose your titties then take the leis off,” Gordon told us.

  I was last again. I played with the flowers exposing my breasts partially, fully, then pulled the lei over my head. It dropped in to the water and floated around my legs.

  “Slowly remove your G-string now.”

  I peeled it down slowly until I stepped out of it. I threw it onto the beach. Naked, I pivoted, twirled, posed with my back to the camera, bent over with my legs spread giving a full view of my cleft, lifted my breasts, tweaked my nipples, rested my fingers on my clit, anything I could think of.

  “That’s great. Okay, Nadine next.”

  Her beauty turned me on. I could hardly believe I was getting horny just watching her. Yet I didn’t have the urge to make love to her or have her touch me. I just wanted to see, and hoped my curiosity about her sex would be satisfied. She copied me and with her back to the camera bent over spreading her legs. It all looked dark. I’d expected pink like the inside of her hands, but no. There was no difference in color. Matter of fact, it looked a shade darker. I waited until each model had their turn.

  “Danea, go and sit on the biggest rock please.”

  I sat on the rock and opened my legs.

  “Lift your right leg and put your foot on the rock. Lean back on both hands and pretend you’re adoring the sun.”

  And that I was. I felt its hot rays on my body, my nipples, playing with my clit. I felt like opening my nether lips and inviting the rays in, but had no idea what they wanted or how exposed we would be required to get. I’d never seen one of their centerfolds. He had me pose in so many positions that I became dizzy. Finally, he told me to pull my legs up and pull my labia apart.

  “I can’t.”

  “Why?”

  “The locks.”

  “Oh, right. Can you take them off?”

  “I can’t personally, no. Kalem has the key.”

  “Has he now? That’s interesting. Kalem! You’re needed.”

  Kalem approached the rock.

  “Can you remove the locks for us?”

  He approached me, nonchalantly, and took his chain off. His fingers were between my legs instantly and made my pussy lips swell, my clit throb as he bent close to insert the tiny key. He removed the locks and put them on the chain, then hung it around his neck again. I resumed my position, opened my legs wide and spreading my pussy lips. I knew I was exposing the inner labia and my vagina. Cream trickled down my crack, thanks to Kalem.

  “Not all these photos are for the magazine. Many of them will be online,” Gordon said.

  Again, he had me in many positions, all of them exposing my pussy, my vagina, my clit. He had me squeeze my breasts making my nipples poke out more.

  I watched the other girls take their turn on the rock. Nadine was last that time. When she opened her pussy lips, I sucked in my breath. Her vagina was a startling pink against the black lips and inner labia. How beautiful, how utterly enticing.

  Gordon gave us all flimsy bits of material. Wayne and Tracy helped drape them around our bodies. After that, he wanted us together as pairs and threesomes. To my delight, he paired me with Nadine. He had Nadine lie at the edge of the water, just slightly immersed. Nadine lay on her back while I sat on my heels beside her. First, I had to delicately remove the bits of material, then massage her breasts.

  He waded into the water and handed me a bottle of what looked like oil. “Cover her completely with this, all except her face. Take off your material.”

  I squirted the oil onto her body and smoothed it all over her with my hands. She turned for me and lay on her chest. I oiled her back, her ass crack, the back of her legs, until she was shiny from head to toe.

  “Make sure you oil her pussy thoroughly,” Gordon suggested.

  I squirted oil between Nadine’s legs and rubbed the oil all over her pussy and between her folds. Nadine turned onto her back again, sat and oiled my body. She lay down in the water and I resumed my position.

  He asked me to open her pussy lips and put my finger on her clit, and to look closely at her pussy. I did and felt my vagina pulse. I would have given anything for Kalem to enter me right then. Next, he had me place my knees on either side of her with my pussy facing her and me holding her knees while I gazed down at her pussy. He told me to let go off her knees and enter her with a finger. I had her lips parted with one hand and entered her with a finger from the other.

  “Three fingers now.”

  While I swirled my fingers around inside Nadine’s vagina, I felt her fingers spreading my pussy lips then entering me. Though I resisted becoming horny, I couldn’t help myself. It seemed any touch between my legs got me going, no matter whose fingers played with me. I came in seconds my cream gushing.

  “Next two,” Gordon said.

  I sat on the sand and waited. When that shoot was over, Gordon told us to pose under the falls. “When I tell you to, I want you to dive into the pool and swim toward shore.”

  It was the final shoot of the day. We stood under the cascading water, all five of us together at first, individually, then as pairs and threesome. Nadine cupped my breasts— she bent and sucked my nipples, then sat on her heels and eased a finger into my vagina.

  “Your turn, Danea,” Gordon shouted to make himself heard over the roar of the water.

  I sucked Nadine’s nipples. She spread her legs for me and I entered her pussy with my fingers.

  “Now kiss.”

  Nadine took me into her arms and kissed me on the lips, her hands on my ass pulling my ass cheeks apart. I presumed I had to do the same. She turned slightly so her ass faced the camera. How much of it was visible through the water, I didn’t have a clue.

  “Dive now, one at a time and walk slowly to the shore, a finger on your clit.”

  Nadine dove in first. I waited for the other girls to dive in, watched what they did, and dove in last. I walked out of the water stroking my body, then fingering my clit.

  “It’s a wrap. Great shoot, girls. Good work.”

  Kalem joined me. “I wonder how many of those photos they’re going to use,” I said.

  “They’ll choose the best ones for the magazine. Online, they’ll probably use most of them. People pay good money to see those pictures.”

  “You can put the locks back on now, if you like,” I said, blood shooting to my
face.

  He looked into my eyes. Was that a questioning look? “I want the locks, Kalem,” I said softly.

  “Bend.”

  I bent for him and he slid the locks back through the rings. I wanted them because I wanted to feel his fingers on my pussy. I didn’t want to tell him that. “What did you think of the shoot?”

  “There will be some exotic photos, especially the ones of you with the black girl.”

  “Did it turn you on?” I asked softly.

  “Slightly.”

  “Only slightly?”

  “You turn me on, and you know it.”

  “Girls, your sarongs are dry. You can keep them. Barbecue time,” Gordon said. “Tomorrow’s shoot will be in the hotel.”

  “Another shoot?” I asked while wrapping the sarong around myself.

  “Yes. This one starts with you wearing clothes, then lingerie, and finally you’ll all be naked.”

  A soft breeze across the small barbecue sent the delicious aroma of steak toward me. Gordon opened a second cooler and told everyone to help themselves to beer or wine.

  “That’s welcome after drinking water all day,” Kalem said.

  They were T-bone steaks. There was no cutlery. I munched on my bun and my steak at the same time. When I was finished, I washed my hands in the pool. Kalem handed me a bottle of wine. I took a few sips from it and watched the other girls as they picked at their food.

  Gordon sat with us. “Kalem, your girl’s a winner. She’ll be chosen for the centerfold for sure.”

  “Thanks,” I said before Kalem could answer.

  “I thought the centerfold was a sure thing,” Kalem said.

  “They like to have plenty to choose from, but I know their taste. Okay, everyone, we brought garbage bags. Pick up any leftover food. All empties must go into the coolers. Time to go,” Gordon said loudly.

  “It must have been a boring day for you, Kalem,” I said.