by Mj Williamz
“You must be Molly?” she said.
“Yes. Are you Ronnie?”
“I am. Come on in. Would you like a cup of coffee?”
“No, thanks. I’m ready to get things going.”
“Excellent. The dressing room is right over there. Go on in and get changed.”
Ronnie liked Molly so far. She wanted to get right to it. That made her happy. Now she just needed to follow instructions and she’d be a perfect model.
Molly came out of the dressing room looking stunning in a long green dress.
“You look great,” Ronnie said. “Are you ready?”
“Yep.”
Ronnie started telling Molly how to pose and which way to look as she took photo after photo of her. Molly was a natural. And the camera loved her. She followed instructions well, and their shoot ended a little ahead of time.
“You did great, Molly.”
“May I see the pictures?”
“Sure.”
Ronnie held the camera and scrolled through the pictures for her.
“Wow,” Molly said. “You take really good pictures.”
“Thank you. But these are all you. You really are a natural.”
“So, am I through here?”
“Yep. You can go change into your street clothes.”
Ronnie said good-bye to Molly and then the rest of the crew as they headed out to lunch. She was restless, excited to see Lana. She wondered what was taking her so long but checked the phone and realized it was just one.
Lana was there a few minutes later.
“Hey, baby,” Ronnie said. She kissed her and took the Chinese food from her. “Chinese again? Thanks. It’s my favorite.”
“So you’ve said.”
They sat in the kitchen and ate their lunch.
“You know we’re here alone.” Ronnie winked.
“No. Not today. There’ll be plenty of time for that when we get home this afternoon.”
“Are you sure?” Ronnie moved closer, longing to touch her.
“I’m positive. Behave Ronnie.”
Ronnie moved away and pouted. Lana laughed at her and Ronnie soon joined in. She knew she had plenty of time to take her when they got home.
The rest of the crew showed up, and Lana went into the dressing room. Ronnie set up the shoot then sat down to finish her lunch. When Lana came out, Ronnie paused with a forkful halfway to her mouth. Lana was unbelievably gorgeous. She was wearing a form fitting blue dress that brought out her eyes and made Ronnie’s clit swell.
“Damn,” she said. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Thank you. Now be sure to capture it on film.”
“Will do.”
Ronnie started taking pictures and giving instructions, which Lana followed to a tee. The two hours flew by, and Ronnie called the shoot complete.
“Not until I see the pictures,” Lana said.
“Sure. Come here and take a look.”
She scrolled through the pictures and Lana deemed them exceptional.
“Good. I’m glad you like them.”
“You’re the best.”
Lana nibbled on the back of Ronnie’s neck, then disappeared into the dressing room. Ronnie dismissed her staff and waited for Lana. Lana came out dressed in her street clothes and looking just as stunning as before.
“You sure I have to wait to get home?” Ronnie whispered in her ear.
“Yes. Come on. The sooner we get there, the sooner we get naked.”
Ronnie closed up the studio and followed Lana home. She pressed her against the door again and kissed her passionately. Lana opened her mouth, and Ronnie let her tongue meander in. She ran her tongue over Lana’s, each swipe fanning a fire that already threatened to consume her.
She unzipped Lana’s shorts and slid her hand inside. She continued to kiss her as she found her center wet and warm. She separated her lower lips and slid her fingers inside. She used her knee to help move her fingers in and out.
“Oh, God,” Lana said. “Oh, yes, Ronnie.”
Ronnie slipped her fingers out and slid them over her clit. Lana threw her head back and cried out as she shuddered through her orgasm.
Ronnie stepped back and Lana adjusted her clothes.
“Can we go to bed now?” Lana said.
“Sure. Sorry. I couldn’t wait to have you.”
“Don’t apologize. It was beyond hot.”
“Great.”
They walked down the hall and quickly stripped and fell into bed. Ronnie took Lana over the edge time and time again until Lana claimed to have nothing left. Lana kissed Ronnie’s neck and chest before stopping to suck a hardened nipple. Ronnie moaned, aroused beyond words by Lana’s actions.
Lana kissed farther down Ronnie’s body until she came to where her legs met. She put her knees over her shoulders and began to lick and suck all over. Ronnie moved against her, urging her on. Lana placed her fingers on Ronnie’s clit and rubbed until Ronnie felt her whole body tense up, then she felt white heat shoot through her body as she came down from her orgasm.
Lana moved up Ronnie’s body and Ronnie wrapped her arms around her.
“That was wonderful, baby.”
“Yes, it was.”
“But it’s kind of early for sleep.”
“Mm.”
Ronnie laughed.
“I take it you disagree?”
“Not really. I’m just really content lying here with you.”
“I agree. It’s nice. But I’m hungry.”
“I didn’t take anything out of the freezer for dinner.”
“Then we’ll order out. What are you in the mood for?”
“Fajitas.”
“Sounds good to me. Hand me my phone and I’ll order.”
Ronnie entered their order, then lay back down with her arms around Lana. Lana’s skin was so soft, and she smelled so good that Ronnie had to have her again. She kissed her shoulder and nibbled her neck.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Lana smiled.
“What do you think?”
She kissed lower and lovingly took a nipple in her mouth. She felt it harden as her tongue played over it. She skimmed her hand down to where her legs met. Lana opened her legs for her and Ronnie thrust her fingers inside. She moved them all around and pulled them back out, then plunged them in again. She did this until Lana was panting and quivering inside. Ronnie brushed her thumb over Lana’s clit and was rewarded when Lana cried out her name again.
“I should get up,” Ronnie said a few minutes later.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Food’s gonna be here soon and I want to be dressed.”
“Fine. Let’s get up and get dressed.”
They had just finished dressing when the doorbell rang. Lana grabbed Ronnie.
“How do we know who it is?”
“Relax. It’s our dinner. See?” She held up her phone to show Lana the food had been delivered.
“Okay.”
Lana went into the kitchen to set the table. She smelled Ronnie come in with the food.
“I’m sorry I freaked out,” Lana said. “I just still don’t feel safe.”
“But I told you, as long as I’m around, I’ll keep you safe. And I meant it. So just relax and eat your dinner, okay?”
Lana kissed Ronnie, and everything felt right.
“Let’s eat,” she said.
They ate as much as they could, then Lana leaned back in her chair, stomach full.
“That was so good. But I couldn’t possibly eat another bite.”
“I hear ya,” Ronnie said.
They put the leftovers away and made their way back down the hallway to bed.
“We should probably get some sleep,” Lana said. “I have a ten o’clock shoot with you tomorrow.”
“So no play time?”
Lana looked at Ronnie and saw the sadness in her eyes. But she was full and had a shoot in the morning.
“Sorry, Ronnie. Maybe in the morning?”
“Okay. Something to look forward to.”
The snuggled together and Lana fell into a deep sleep. She awoke the next morning to Ronnie’s hand between her legs and feathery light kisses on her cheek.
“Mm. Good morning to me,” Lana said.
“Yay. I thought you’d never wake up.”
Ronnie slipped her fingers inside Lana. Lana gasped and spread her legs wider. She wanted to feel Ronnie deep inside her. She arched her hips and took her in.
“You feel so good,” Lana said.
“Mm.”
Ronnie kissed lower and had a nipple in her mouth. Lana was losing her grip on reality as she teetered so close to the edge. Finally, she closed her eyes and screamed as Ronnie nudged her over into oblivion.
When Lana could breathe normally, she kissed her way to Ronnie’s center. She licked and sucked her while she rubbed her clit with her fingers. Ronnie dug her fingers into Lana’s shoulder as she rode out the waves of orgasms.
“We should get ready,” Lana said.
“Yeah. Let’s hop in the shower.”
They made love in the shower, then rinsed off and got dressed. Lana put on a pair of shorts and a pink golf shirt while Ronnie dressed in her usual black outfit. They enjoyed a cup of coffee, then Lana followed Ronnie to the studio.
The shoot went wonderfully and when it was over, Lana changed back into her street clothes. Ronnie had Devon go pick up lunch for them, which they ate in comfortable silence.
“So, what are you going to do this afternoon?” Ronnie finally said.
“I don’t know. Laundry, probably.”
“Well, my next shoot should be pretty easy, so I should be home around five.”
“Great. I’ll do some grocery shopping and get dinner started.”
“That’ll be great.”
The rest of the crew was back from lunch, and Lana knew it was time to go. She wished she could stay with Ronnie but knew she had work to do.
Ronnie walked Lana to the door and kissed her gently.
“I’ll see you in a couple of hours,” she said.
“Okay. Don’t work too hard.”
One more kiss from Ronnie and Lana let herself out of the studio. She looked around the parking lot, not wanting to get accosted again, and seeing the coast was clear, headed for her car. When she got to her car, she wanted to scream. All four of her tires had been slashed. Damn security. They were supposed to watch for Whitney. She had no doubt she’d done it.
Lana sat on the bench in front of the building and called the cops. She was determined to file a report and hopefully send Whitney to jail. The police showed up and took her statement, as well as pictures of the tires.
“Do you know if those cameras work?” one of the officers asked her.
“I don’t, but I’d assume they do.”
“Do you have any idea who might have done this?”
“Yes, I do. A woman named Whitney. She’s been harassing me for a while now.”
“And what’s her last name?’
“I don’t know. But Ronnie would.”
“Who’s Ronnie?”
“She owns the studio inside.”
The officer looked at her partner.
“Go find this Ronnie person and find out if these cameras work.”
“You can’t bother Ronnie now,” Lana said. “She’s in the middle of a shoot.”
“Well, she’s just going to have to postpone the shoot. We need to speak to her.”
The officer disappeared inside the building. Lana sat shaking on the bench. She hated to disturb Ronnie, but they were right. She might have answers for them.
In no time, Ronnie was outside. She knelt in front of Lana.
“Are you okay, baby?”
“I’m fine. Just a little shaken up.”
“So, what happened? Your tires are slashed?”
“Yes. And you and I both know who did it.”
Ronnie dropped her head.
“Yeah. I suppose we do.”
“So you agree with Ms. Ferguson?”
“I do. I think it was probably Whitney.”
“Does Whitney have a last name?”
“LaRoche.”
“And do you have her address?”
“I don’t. But I know where she lives.”
Lana listened as Ronnie gave directions to Whitney’s apartment. She felt like she was in the middle of a bad dream. And she would wake up any moment. It wasn’t that she was worried about the costs of new tires. Lana made excellent money and had substantial savings. It was the feeling of being violated. And unprotected. And the studio was supposed to be one of the two places she would be safe. That and home. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.
The other officer was back.
“Any news on the cameras?”
“Yeah. They work, but the person was wearing an overcoat and hat, so it’s impossible to see them.”
“Damn,” Lana muttered.
“It’s okay. We’ll still question this Whitney person. But just know, it’s not looking good.”
“Thank you, though,” Lana said. She looked at Ronnie. “You should get back to work.”
“I think I’ll cancel my afternoon so I can spend it with you.”
“That’s not necessary. I’ll just have my car towed and have four new tires put on. I can do that. You get back to work.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
Ronnie kissed her, then disappeared back into the building.
“Okay, well, I think we’ve got all we need for now,” the officer said. “We’ll get back in touch with you if we learn anything.”
“Sounds good. Thanks for coming out.”
“No problem.”
One of the officers gave Lana her card, then got in her car and they drove off. Lana sat on the bench for a few minutes longer, trying to gather herself. She called a tow truck and told them which tire shop to take her car to.
She got out of the truck and waited for the tires to be put on. It didn’t take long, and soon she was on her way. She went to the grocery store and got home just as Ronnie was pulling into the driveway.
“Hey, baby,” Ronnie said.
“Hi.”
Ronnie helped Lana unload the groceries and carry them inside.
“Hey, I’m really sorry about your tires,” Ronnie said.
“It’s not your fault.”
“But I feel like it is.”
“No. It’s Whitney’s. She’s clearly unstable.”
“Right. But if I’d never slept with her, this wouldn’t be happening.”
“You couldn’t have known, Ronnie. I appreciate what you’re saying, but please don’t blame yourself.”
“I’ll try not to.”
“I just realize now that we need better safeguards in place. I thought the studio was safe.”
“So did I.”
“And what’s she going to do next?”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“Me, too.”
Chapter Fourteen
The following morning, they made love leisurely since Ronnie didn’t have to be at the studio until just before ten. Lana stretched next to Ronnie, feeling completely satiated.
“So, what are you going to do today?” Ronnie said.
“I don’t know. I know it’s silly, but I probably won’t leave the house. I don’t want to run into Whitney.”
“Oh, baby. I don’t blame you. I just hate you having to live in fear.”
“Yeah. Me, too. But I do, so I’ll just stay home. I can do some laundry and file a claim with my insurance company for what happened yesterday. I’ll find things to do to keep me busy.”
“And I should be home a little after three.”
“Yay.”
Ronnie smiled.
“I sure am crazy about you, baby.”
“I’m crazy about you, too, Ronnie.”
“Okay. I’d better get in the shower.”
“I’ll get your coffee
started.”
Lana made coffee and was sipping her first cup when Ronnie came down the hall looking handsome and smelling faintly woodsy. She made Lana’s heart race.
“Do we have time for me to take you back to bed?” Lana said.
Ronnie laughed.
“I wish. You save that thought for this afternoon.”
Lana pouted, and Ronnie took her lower lip in her mouth and sucked on it.
“Better?” Ronnie said.
“No.” Lana laughed. “But I’ll survive.”
“Good.”
“Now I’ve got to get going. I’ll see you this afternoon.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Enjoy your day.”
“You, too.”
Lana closed and locked the door behind Ronnie. She padded down the hall and ran a hot bath with extra bubbles. When she was relaxed in the tub, she played over their morning’s lovemaking. She hadn’t been kidding when she’d told Ronnie she needed her again.
She skimmed her hand down her body and found herself wet and ready for action. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes while she teased her clit. She dragged circles around it again and again until she could stand it no longer. She rubbed her clit until she called Ronnie’s name as she rode out her orgasm.
Lana relaxed in the tub for a while afterward. The bath water was tepid when she rinsed off and got out. She grabbed a load of laundry and got it going. Then she made some popcorn and settled in front of the television with a movie.
She must have dozed at some point because she awoke to the sounds of the neighbor’s dogs barking and squealing tires. Wondering what was up, she peered outside. There was a gash that ran the length of her car.
“Shit.”
She put on some clothes and called the cops. She found her report number from the previous day’s incident and gave it to the officers when they arrived.
“Are you sure those scratches are new?” one officer said.
“They’re not just scratches. They’re gashes. And yes. I’m sure they’re new.”
“They couldn’t have happened at the tire store yesterday?”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Do you have any enemies, Ms. Ferguson?”
“Just one. Whitney LaRoche.”