by Mj Williamz
“So, do you.”
Ronnie moved closer to her.
“I may have to have my way with you.”
“Here?”
“Yep. We did it before and didn’t get caught.”
“I think you should cool your jets and eat your lunch.”
“Mm. I don’t think I can.”
She ran her hand up Lana’s leg.
“Ronnie Mannis!”
“Yes?” She unbuttoned and unzipped Lana’s shorts.
“You’re so bad.”
“Ah, but I’m so good.”
Ronnie slid her hand inside Lana’s thong to find her wet and ready for her. She rubbed her clit until Lana buried her head in Ronnie’s shoulder as she called out her name. Ronnie moved away, and Lana fixed her shorts. She’d just gotten them on when the hair and makeup people came in. Lana fixed Ronnie with a look, but Ronnie just smiled and ate her sandwich.
They finished their lunch, and Lana went into the dressing room to change. Ronnie was excited. It was another formal, black-and-white shooting, and she knew Lana could pull it off with flying colors. She got the studio set up for her, and her breath caught when she turned and saw Lana coming out of the dressing room.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” she said.
Lana smiled.
“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”
Ronnie closed the distance between them.
“I want to tear that dress off you with my teeth.”
“Careful, dear. This dress isn’t mine and they might not like it returned with teeth marks.”
Ronnie laughed, but couldn’t loosen the tightness inside of her. She wanted Lana again. But she’d have to wait until they got home.
“Okay. Let’s get this shoot over with,” she said.
They worked well together, and Ronnie was happy with all the shots they had at the end of two hours. She showed them all to Lana, who agreed they were quality pictures. Ronnie downloaded the pictures to her computer and emailed them while Lana changed back into street clothes.
She was all ready to go when Lana emerged. The makeup artists and hair stylists and Devon were already gone, so she locked up the studio and they walked to their cars together.
They got home, Ronnie just minutes before Lana, and went inside. Ronnie pulled Lana to her and kissed her hard on her mouth.
“What was that for?” Lana said when they came up for air.
“Does a boi need a reason to kiss her girl?”
“No. I suppose not.”
“Good. Now go get relaxed. I’m gonna grill a couple of steaks.”
“What can I do to help?”
“You can make a salad.”
“Sounds good.”
Ronnie fired up the grill and seasoned the steaks. She had them ready to go on when Lana came out in her kimono.
“Are you wearing anything under that?” Ronnie said.
“You’ll have to wait and find out. Now, go tend to the steaks and I’ll make a salad.”
Dinner was ready in no time, and they ate and drank wine on the patio.
“I love your backyard,” Lana said. “I love all the plants and fountains. It’s like a little slice of paradise.”
“Thank you. That’s how I feel about it, too. Now, speaking of paradise, let’s see what’s on under that kimono.”
“All in due time. Let’s get the dishes washed first.”
Ronnie could barely concentrate on anything other than Lana, but she managed to get the dishwasher loaded. She turned to find Lana leaning against the kitchen counter.
“You’re looking awfully sexy there,” Ronnie said.
“I am, am I?”
She took Ronnie’s hand and led her to the living room.
“So, come on,” Ronnie said. “Untie that thing.”
Lana untied it and, sure enough, was wearing nothing underneath. Ronnie growled her approval. She eased the kimono the rest of the way off her and laid her back on the couch. Ronnie lay next to her and dragged her hand all over the exposed flesh.
“I love your body,” she said.
“It loves you.”
“Good.”
Ronnie nuzzled Lana’s neck while her fingers found her hot center. She moved them in and out while Lana arched off the couch, meeting each thrust.
“I need more,” Lana said.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Please, Ronnie.”
Ronnie slipped another finger in and was surprised when Lana slid her hand down to join hers. Lana rubbed her clit while Ronnie continued to thrust, and Lana clamped hard around her fingers while her legs wrapped around Ronnie.
Ronnie lay still until Lana relaxed enough for her to slide out. She replaced Lana’s hand with her own and rubbed her clit until Lana cried out again.
“I could make love to you all night,” Ronnie said.
“Unfortunately, we both work tomorrow.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Come on. Let’s go to bed. I need you naked and now.”
Ronnie started down the hall, shedding clothing as she went. She kicked off her boots and stripped out of her jeans and boxers in the bedroom and she was ready for Lana. She lay on the bed and spread her legs. Lana settled in between them and Ronnie closed her eyes and focused on Lana’s talented tongue.
In no time at all, Ronnie was writhing on the bed, praying for release.
“Oh, God. Please, Lana. My clit. Please, baby.”
She felt Lana’s tongue on her clit, and all thoughts flew from her head as she climaxed harder than she ever had before.
But Lana didn’t stop. She went back to sucking her lips while her fingers rubbed her clit and, again, Ronnie lost all ability to think as one several orgasms racked her body.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, and when Lana woke the next morning, she heard Ronnie already in the shower. She stretched, put her kimono on, and went to the kitchen for coffee. She had a ten o’clock shoot with Ronnie that day, so she had a little time before she had to get ready.
Ronnie came into the kitchen with only a towel wrapped around her waist.
“Lookin’ good,” Lana said.
“So are you.”
Ronnie kissed her, and Lana found herself dizzy with need.
“Do we have time to play before you go?” she said.
“Sorry. I have an early shoot today. Unfortunately, it’s Whitney.”
“Oh no. I’m sorry. Should I talk to Madeline and ask her to find someplace else to send her?”
“No. It’s okay. She’ll settle down. I just hope there’s no funny business today since you two are probably going to see each other.”
“Yeah. I hope not, too.”
“Okay. I need to get dressed.” Ronnie took her cup of coffee down the hall. Lana followed.
She watched Ronnie drop her towel and fumble through her drawer of boxers.
“You have the most amazing body,” Lana said.
“Have you seen yours?”
“Very funny. Damn. I could stare at you all day.”
“But you don’t have time. You have a shoot at ten.”
“I know.”
She watched Ronnie get dressed, bummed to watch that body be covered up in clothes. Ronnie gelled her hair, kissed Lana good-bye and was out the door.
Lana hit the shower, applied her makeup, and dried her hair. She put on some shorts and a short-sleeved oxford shirt and finished another cup of coffee. It was time to go. She was excited to see Ronnie again, but she had to steel herself against seeing Whitney the psycho bitch.
She walked into the Studio and found Ronnie in the kitchen. She got up and greeted her with a kiss.
“Is it safe for me to go into the dressing room?” Lana said.
“No. She’s still here.”
“Damn.”
“I’m sorry, Lana.”
“It’s not your fault.” She looked at the clock. “But we’ve got a shoot to do. I need to get in there.”
“I’ll go urge her along,” Ronnie said.
Lana helped herself to a cup of coffee while she waited for her turn. She heard yelling coming from the dressing room. She couldn’t hear what was being said, but she knew from Ronnie’s voice that she wasn’t happy.
Ronnie was out a few minutes later.
“I take it that didn’t go so well?” Lana said.
“No. But she should be leaving any minute now.”
Sure enough, Whitney came into the kitchen a few minutes after.
“I’m going to have a cup of coffee,” she said.
“Only if you take it to go,” Ronnie said.
“Don’t be silly. I want to watch the next shoot.”
“Nobody watches my shoots,” Ronnie said. “It’s between me and the model. No one else. So leave.”
“I used to like you a lot better,” Whitney said.
“Like I care. Now, I’m calling security.” Ronnie spoke into the intercom. With security on their way, she turned back to Whitney.
“Fine. I’m leaving.”
She shot Lana a dirty look.
“You know, she fucks all her models. You’re nothing special.”
It was nothing Lana hadn’t heard already. She didn’t say a word, just watched as security arrived and Whitney turned on her heel and stormed out.
Lana was shaking on the inside but held it together. She was nothing if not a professional.
“I’m going to get ready now,” she said.
“Great. I’ll get the studio set up for you.”
By the time she was through with hair and makeup, Lana had forgotten about Whitney. All she cared about now was Ronnie and her camera. And Lana was determined to make them both love her.
The shoot went wonderfully. Lana followed all Ronnie’s directions and the shoot was over before she knew it. The three hours had passed quickly. She looked at the pictures over Ronnie’s shoulder. Standing that close to her made her weak in the knees. She couldn’t believe the effect Ronnie had on her. But she forced herself to concentrate. Happy that the pictures were perfect, she went to the dressing room and changed back to her street clothes.
“You want some lunch?” Ronnie said. “I can have Devon go get sandos.”
“That would be great. Thanks.”
While Ronnie was talking to Devon, Lana looked through the small refrigerator and found a diet soda. She popped it open and sat at the table. Ronnie came in and joined her.
“That was a great shoot, baby,” she said.
“Thanks. It felt good.”
“You’re such a natural. I wish everyone were as easy as you.”
Lana laughed.
“I don’t know that I want other models being easy for you. Those days are over.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
She kissed Lana and Lana felt the earth shift off its axis.
“Mm. You’re the best,” she said.
“No. You are.”
Devon was back with their sandwiches. They ate them in the silence of the empty studio.
“I really like our lunches,” Lana said.
“Me, too. But sitting with you in the empty studio is awfully tempting.”
“You’re so bad. You can have me when you get home. I promise.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
“Please do. I plan to go home and get dinner prepped, so it’ll be all ready to put in the oven when we’re ready. So there will be nothing to do when you get home but make love.”
“I do like the sound of that.”
They finished their lunches and kissed some more.
“I’m kind of bummed I have to leave,” Lana said.
“Yeah. But I’ll be home soon.”
“Okay. I’ll see you at home.”
Ronnie walked her to the door and kissed her good-bye.
Lana walked to her car, but before she got there, someone grabbed her arm. She held it bent up and tight against Lana’s back. It hurt, but Lana wouldn’t let on.
“Listen, bitch.” She thought she recognized Whitney’s voice but couldn’t be sure. “You’re gonna sashay out of Ronnie’s life just like you sashayed into it. Do you understand me?”
Lana nodded. She wasn’t about to argue with her. She was in no position. Her arm hurt and she just wanted to get away.
“Good,” the voice said. She pushed Lana hard and walked off.
Lana ran her hand over her hurt arm. It wasn’t seriously injured. She looked at the disappearing figure of her attacker, but whoever it was was wearing a sweat suit and ski mask. Lana walked to her car and turned to survey the street. She saw a familiar car. Danielle. What was she doing there?
She got in the safety of her car and drove home. Home. That’s what she thought of Ronnie’s house. Should she feel comfortable there, though? Whitney knew where it was. And she was threatening her. It went beyond mild annoyance.
She fought to control her racing emotions, tried not to think she’d be better without Ronnie. Nothing was making sense. She took a deep breath and began making dinner. It was a chicken enchilada casserole. When it was ready, she put it in the fridge to keep until Ronnie got home.
To pass the time until Ronnie got home, she ran a bath and soaked herself until she heard the front door close.
“I’m in here, Ronnie,” she called.
“Hi, baby. How are you?”
The sight of Ronnie made all her fears seem ridiculous. People would kill for what they had. She’d be a fool to throw it away because of some psycho ex. Right?
“I’m okay,” she said. “How was the rest of your day?”
“Easy. Nothing major happened.”
“Lucky you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Lana launched into her tale about the incident in the parking lot.
“You really think it was Whitney? Damn her,” Ronnie said. “Why the fuck won’t she leave us, specifically you, alone? I’m going to call the cops. That’s assault.”
“I don’t know. I thought about just going home to my house, but I don’t want to. I like it here. With you. And you can’t call the cops on her. I can’t be certain it was her.”
“I’m glad you came here. We’ll get through this. Together. And who else would it be?”
“I can’t imagine anyone else. What are we going to do about her, Ronnie?”
“I don’t know. I’ll have security watch the parking lot more closely. I know what kind of car she drives, and if it’s seen in the parking lot, I’ll have them call the cops.”
“But she’s a model and you work with her. She’s allowed to be there sometime.”
“I’ll let them know. They can escort her in and out. Two can play at this game, Lana.”
“And what about here? She knows where you live.”
“She won’t bother us here again. I’ll call the cops.”
“I just hope she doesn’t escalate. She was pretty scary this afternoon.”
“She won’t. Besides, you could take her.”
“Oh yeah. That’s what I want to do. Get in a catfight with her. I need this face to make money, you know?”
“I know. I was only teasing. You’re safe, baby. I won’t let her near you again if I can help it.”
“Thanks. Now I need to get out of this tub. I’m turning into a prune.”
“Great. I’ll meet you in bed.”
“You will, will you?”
“If that’s okay?”
“Kiss me.”
Ronnie kissed her, and Lana forgot all her troubles.
“I’ll meet you in bed,” she said.
Chapter Twelve
They woke in the morning and made love again. It was slow, passionate lovemaking that Ronnie enjoyed as she brought Lana over the edge time and again. When Lana finally claimed she had no more in her, Ronnie got up and made coffee. She went back to get in the shower, and Lana joined her.
Lana pleased Ronnie in the shower to the point R
onnie was afraid her legs wouldn’t hold her. She lowered herself to the bench that ran along the inside wall until she was sure she could rinse and not fall.
When they were clean and dry, they sat at the kitchen table and drank coffee.
“What are you going to do today?” Ronnie said.
“I have no idea. Maybe clean house, do some laundry, you know basic, domestic necessities.”
“I’m sorry I won’t be here to help you.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind. I’ll enjoy it.”
“Okay. If you say so.”
“I do. Now, you’d better get going.”
“Yeah. I just don’t want to go to work today. I have a shoot with Whitney at ten. I really don’t want to see her.”
“But you’re a professional, Ronnie. You’ve got this.”
“I suppose.”
“Now, kiss me and be on your way.”
“Yes, dear,” Ronnie said.
She kissed Lana. The kiss started as chaste but soon steamed up. Ronnie had to fight not to call in and stay home to take Lana again.
“Okay. Okay,” she said. “I’m out of here.”
“I’ll see you this evening.”
“Good-bye.”
Ronnie’s first shot of the day was Tina. She was a natural and a professional. The camera loved her, and she followed directions well, so they were done a half hour ahead of schedule.
“You were terrific,” Ronnie said.
“Thanks. It felt good.”
“Yeah. You did a great job. Why don’t you go ahead and change? You’re free to go.”
“Thanks.”
Ronnie downloaded the pictures and sent them off. She was reviewing them again, just because, when she heard Whitney beside her.
“So I understand condolences are in order,” she said.
“What are you talking about?”
“Word on the street is that blondie left you.”
“Word on the street is wrong.”
She watched the anger flash in Whitney’s eyes.
“What?”
“Yeah. Which reminds me, security will be monitoring the parking lot. If your car is ever there when you’re not in a shoot, the cops will be called. The same thing goes for you. If you’re ever in the building or parking lot and not scheduled for a shoot, the cops will be called. Basically, I’m not messing around anymore, and you need to know that.”