by Anna Lewis
“H… hi, Mr. Mercer,” she answered tentatively, shyly not meeting my eye. “Erm… where do you need me to be?”
A smirk spread across my lips, but I didn’t speak the instant answer that came to my mind. I had a feeling that brashness wouldn’t work with this one. I didn’t want to put her off. I felt like she could be perfect for this shoot and for the company. I decided to put that first.
Anything else would have to come later on, once this was over.
***
Ellie
“Darling, you’ve been waiting for him all day and he’s just come home, come on, show me some of that,” said the photographer.
I tried to get into it, but this was new for me. Meanwhile, Kyle was standing much too close to me for my liking. I tried to edge my way away from him when I thought it was getting a little bit too unprofessional, but he would grind up against me once more. ‘Professional’ was a bit of a blurred meaning when I was dressed like this, but still there had to be limits. I wasn’t the most sexually experienced person on the planet, but I knew enough to sense that this was a little inappropriate.
“Is this your first time?” he said quietly into my ear. “At a photo shoot I mean?” This sent panic coursing right through me and my entire body froze. Was it really that obvious? Was I doing such a terrible job? “Oh no, no I didn’t mean it like that,” he chuckled, seeing my reaction. “I just meant… well, you seem really fresh.”
That was a strange statement, considering I was that much older than the other girls, and probably looked as much. I turned my body around to face him with confusion in my eyes. Of course that was the exact moment that he decided to move his mouth close to my neck, to simulate kissing it, and sending a tickling sensation running through my body.
I needed to get out of this situation, and now, but I couldn’t go… this was all I had.
“Stop thinking so much,” he whispered to me so that the horrible photographer couldn’t hear me. “Just feel. Allow your body to do all of the work for you.”
I didn’t take his advice, I continued to work with what I had, moving my legs into the position I’d seen in one magazine, placing my hand at the angle a lot of models I idolized adopted, freezing my face in the perfect expression… but still it didn’t seem to be enough.
“What is this?” the photographer eventually interjected. “Are you a robot or something?”
“You need to just relax,” Kyle turned to me, and said with a smile on his face. “I know it’s hard, but imagine that we’re somewhere else. Imagine that we’re on a date…” my heart fluttered at that statement, however much I didn’t want it to. “Imagine, I’m leaning in to kiss you…” Oh God, this was too much. I needed him to stop. “Imagine we’re in bed and I’m on top of you, you can feel the weight, the warmth of me,” there was a strange sensation of heat in my panties at that remark, one that I didn’t quite recognize. “You can feel me inside of you, moving in… and out…”
I couldn’t help myself anymore, an involuntary moan escaped past my throat and I slid my eyes shut as that image filled my mind. I might not have particularly liked this man; he was arrogant, had no respect for personal boundaries, and he seemed to love himself, but damn he was hot.
Kyle Meyer was sexy, rugged, manly, muscular, tall, overpowering… and it was fun to imagine what sex with him would be like, if only for a moment. But then I felt disgusted with myself, and angry with him. Another thought crossed my mind. I wanted to slap him.
“That’s it!” the photographer yelled, excitedly. “Whatever it is you’re doing, whatever you are thinking of, keep it going. This is perfect, it looks incredible on film.”
Of course that caused me to snap my eyes open in an embarrassed shock, as the blush filled me as I saw the happy, smug look that Kyle was giving me. This was what he’d wanted the entire time, to have me off balance and confused. But maybe it was a test, to see if I could hack it in the real world, to see if I was the right model for this campaign, which sent determination flowing through me.
I would do this, no matter what it took.
“No, girl…”
“Ellie,” I shot at the photographer confidently.
“Ellie, I want you to face Kyle, and to place a hand on his chest. Then I want you to stare deeply into his eyes, leaning in slightly as if you’re about to kiss him. This moment needs to be incredibly sensual, so keep whatever thought you had before in your mind.”
Oh God… how could I do that, how could I remember that thought whilst staring at him? That would be so damn embarrassing. Then again, if I wanted this job, then that’s what I needed to do.
“Yeah… of course, that’s fine…”
I got back into it, and the photographer snapped away. There was something happening between us. Kyle’s eyes were a deep brown, and they seemed to be swimming with humor, but the more I stared the more I began to see something else, something deep down, something that he didn’t like to share. That had me oddly intrigued, and maybe he could sense that.
Suddenly he said, “Hey, we’re throwing a party tonight, will you be there?”
I gulped, considering that idea before shaking my head no. This sex photo shoot was hard enough. I wasn’t sure that I could mentally handle a party too. Not only would the drink be far too tempting, and lower my barriers, but this man would be there too. I wasn’t sure if I could deal with that. I never wanted to be the sort of girl who slept to get to where I wanted to be. I had a feeling that if I allowed this man to, he could just about be able to sweep me off of my feet…
***
Kyle
There were beautiful women everywhere at this party, all of them looking for a good time, all of them my type, but somehow I still felt uninspired. I scanned my eyes over the crowd noticing how hot every single one of them was, but none of them was the girl that I was looking for, and that was the problem. I wanted Ellie. I’d asked her to come, and she’d refused. Somehow I expected her to arrive anyway.
As we shot the photos, when I finally managed to get Ellie to relax, I realized there was something there between us. I knew that she felt it too because of the way that her body had reacted to me. That coy little firecracker might have thought that she could fool me with those sweet, innocent eyes of her, but I’d gazed into those eyes and I’d seen that there was something more to her. An animalistic side that was just begging to be set free. In all honesty, I had come to this party with the sole intention of doing that, but how could I if she wasn’t even here?
“Hey!” a peppy voice called out right next to me, dragging me out of my thoughts. “I brought you a drink.” I spun around to see a vaguely familiar blonde grinning up at me, but I couldn’t quite place her. “It’s me, Heidi, you… told me to meet you here, remember?”
Oh, of course, the overtly sexy blonde. It was hard to recognize her not wearing the outfit she’d had on in the shoot.
“Oh hi there, and thanks.” I took the glass from her and knocked the drink back quickly. “How are you?”
“Really excited to hear about the job,” she exclaimed, making my heart sink. She wasn’t going to like the fact that she had no chance in hell of getting it. “I would do just about anything to work with you.”
With that, she stepped closer to me and pressed her body up against mine, making things very easy for me. This was exactly the sort of woman who wouldn’t have looked at me twice in the days when I’d had I no money or power, yet here she was draped all over me. This was how it was all the time, this was how I ended up hanging around will all sorts of women… but sometimes I missed the chase, and after what I’d experienced with Ellie today, I missed the chemistry too.
However, Ellie wasn’t here, and this woman was, and I certainly didn’t want to spend the night alone, so I turned to face her and snapped right back into charming mode. I didn’t really need to, considering she was all ready to go, but it just felt right.
“Would you like to come back to my place?” I growled, pulling her in even n
earer. “I’ve been thinking about you all day long.” Only a small lie, it wouldn’t hurt, would it? “Or…” I pretended to think about it for a second. “Why don’t we just go into the club manager’s office? I know him well and he won’t mind. I just don’t think that I can wait any longer…” I didn’t want her at my apartment because she might get too clingy, but there was no need to tell her that.
We crashed into the room, kissing furiously, but I didn’t forget to click the lock of the door behind me. I’d been walked in on more than once!
I slumped back on the chair, while she slowly stripped in front of me, swaying her hips seductively as she went, but rather than losing myself in the moment, I couldn’t help but wish that it was Ellie with me instead. I wished that it was her soft figure in front of me, her breasts bouncing as she danced. I wished it was her sliding to her knees…
Before I knew it, my cock was in Heidi’s mouth, and she was giving me a blow job that was so enthusiastic, it was as if she thought her entire career was resting upon it. I gripped onto the side of the chair, and I allowed my head to fall back and my eyes to slide shut. There I imagined that it was Ellie’s lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue flickering all over me, her throat that I was hitting the back of. I wanted it to be her. I wanted to corrupt her, I wanted to bring her out of her shell in the way that I knew I could, and that image alone brought me to the brink of pleasure much faster than I would normally.
Still, with my eyes shut, I ran my hands through Heidi’s hair, and I guided her to move in the way that I needed her to. As the pleasure exploded from me, I had to bite down really hard on my lip not to scream out Ellie’s name.
Hot damn, I was going to have to get some more time alone with Ellie, there was no doubt about that. I hadn't thought about someone for more than a few moments for years.
I wasn’t sure if Heidi was expecting something in return, but I turned her away, citing a need to conduct some business. Then I called Greg from where I was sitting, not wanting to go back out into the party, and told him that we needed to hire Ellie.
“Oh, I know,” he agreed with me. “Did you not see the pictures of you two together? They were electric. Nothing else even came close.”
At least I had some guaranteed alone with her now, while we posed for endless photographs. I could work my charm and magic and have her eating out of the palm of my hand in no time. I was sure of it.
With a smirk on my face, I called my driver to come and take me home. I didn’t need to be at the party any longer, not when I knew that my time with Ellie would come. I didn’t want to bother with anyone else.
***
Ellie
“Are you serious?” I gasped into the phone in shock, clutching my chest as I spoke. I couldn’t believe her words at all, I even had to pinch myself to check that I wasn’t dreaming, but no… a hot sting from the pinch radiated through my arm. “I can’t believe it, I don’t know what to say. This is incredible!”
“You need to be here on Monday, at eight AM on the dot, okay?” the bored-sounding receptionist continued, ignoring my excitement.
“Do I… need to bring anything with me?” I knew that I probably sounded like a newbie, but I was, and I didn’t want to make any silly errors. Now that I’d gotten so far, I needed to do everything else right.
“No. Don’t wear any make up and keep your hair natural. There will be people there to do all of that for you.”
“Right, thank you,” I finally answered, nodding as if this was a totally normal conversation. Inside, however, everything was dancing about like crazy. It was finally happening, after all these years I was finally able to prove my worth. To prove to myself and everyone around me that my dreams weren’t stupid and that I could do it.
Somehow, I’d managed to beat put dozens of other girls that on the outside looked like they had a lot more potential than me. That had to be worth something, right?
Of course, I wasn’t at all sure how I would cope working alongside Kyle, especially after that steamy test shoot. I would just have to find a way through it.
There was nothing to like about him anyway. He was arrogant and probably a really horrible person. I didn’t really like him, it was just the fact that I’d never been around someone so overtly sexual before, that was all. I would be fine as soon as I got used to him. That sensation that felt a little bit like chemistry would go soon enough and I would be able to focus on the task at hand.
I held my phone in my hand for a second, wondering who I could call to share the good news with. I wanted to call my mother, but I couldn’t in case my dad was around. Not when I’d been practically ostracized from the family just for moving away.
My mother wasn’t exactly supportive of what I wanted to do with my life, but she did want me to be happy. We’d had a long chat before I left for New York, during which I expressed absolutely everything to her and she seemed to understand… but of course she was stuck, she had no choice when it came to her opinions. My brother wouldn’t care, he liked my dad’s beliefs, so there was no point with worrying about him anyway.
I really did hope that when I finally managed to make a success of myself, my family members would all change their minds, but I didn’t hold out too much hope. I wasn’t sure if my dad would ever be able to see that his opinion wasn’t the only one. I hoped he would change his mind about me being a model.
Never mind, I was doing this now, I was achieving all that I wanted to, and I was doing it for me. This was a stepping stone into much bigger things. I stepped up and looked at myself, before practicing a few poses in the mirror, before remembering Kyle’s words:
“You need to just relax. I know it’s hard, but imagine that we’re somewhere else.”
Of course, he went on to say some very inappropriate things afterwards, but I was trying my best not to focus on that part. What he’s said had worked anyway. The photographer loved it.
. “Whatever it is you’re doing, whatever you are thinking of, keep it going. This is perfect, it looks incredible on film.”
Maybe all of my posing practice had been for nothing, maybe that hadn't helped to gear me up after all. If I looked my better when I relaxed, when I thought of ‘sexual things’, then maybe that was what I had to do. This seemed to be a very sexy campaign anyway, so it made a lot of sense.
Being around Kyle Meyer, thinking dirty thoughts as part of my job… how the hell would I ever be able to keep away from him? I definitely wasn’t the sort of one night stand girl that he seemed to be used to anyway, so maybe he wouldn’t be interested in me… but there was that look in his eye, one that said he wanted to devour me, and it made my heart beat faster. Maybe he wouldn’t care that I wasn’t his usual type. Maybe that was exactly what he liked about me…
***
Kyle
I swigged the water from the bottle quickly, keeping my eyes fixed on Ellie as she took a break too. Things were not going well, not at all.
Well, not the photo shoot. Apparently the photos looked absolutely incredible. But between Ellie and me personally, things were not going well. It didn’t matter what line I used, how far I amped up the charm; she remained aloof. She pretended that she was not interested in me, but I knew that she was. Her body gave her away. She just wouldn’t admit it.
“It’s going well,” Greg said blandly next to me, only seeing the work side of it. Honestly, it was as if he were totally immune to the internal dilemma that I was suffering. I ran my fingers through my dark hair, then stroked the little bit of stubble I had on my chin. “You guys look really good together, I definitely think this will grab public attention.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right,” I replied, a little too grumpily. “She’s good at modeling, a real natural. I can’t believe this will be her debut.”
“What is with you?” Greg gasped, exaggeratedly. “Surely that’s a good thing, but you’re telling it to me like it’s the end of the world. Do you like this girl or something?” He only needed to look into my e
yes to know the answer to that one. “Oh God,” he groaned. “You do. Well do you think that you can leave her alone until after we’ve finished the shoot? We don’t want another repeat performance of Kari Ann.”
I’d all but forgotten about that crazy broad. She’d been aggressively sexual with me on a photo shoot – not one that I was starring in that time, luckily – and I’d instantly caved and screwed her in the toilets, before sending her back out on set. She had been wild, digging her nails into me until the drew blood, screaming loudly, begging me to fuck her from behind, which I probably should have taken as a sign for what was about to come.
She followed me home that night, and insisted that I let her in, which I did very unwillingly. She then told me that she was moving in, and that I had to refer to her as my girlfriend from there on out. Of course I refused, which was when the really crazy side of her came out. She started stalking me, acting like a total brat on set when I wasn’t there, and in the end we had to not only fire her, but file for a restraining order too. Not my proudest moment, to say the least.
I hadn't learned my lesson though, I still acted in the same way. I’d just been lucky enough not to have anything similar happen to me.
I said, “Sure, whatever you say, Greg… although I don’t think it’s going to happen anyway.”
“Wow, there’s a woman in the world that can resist the charms of Kyle Myer?” He said this in a joking manner, but I could detect the hint of jealousy there. Greg had always been a little jealous about my success with women. He was just as wealthy, but they didn’t seem to show him anywhere near the same level of interest.
“Ha ha, very funny,” I said. “Maybe I’ll throw another party. She’s a little uptight. I think she might just need a little bit of booze to lighten her up.”