At a cafe watching the cars go by on the morning commute, the last time she was there she was with Rosaline chatting about the nonsensical of life. Her gaze before was stuck on Bennett, a man also infatuated with Rosaline, like her past boyfriend. In spite of that she went to his house not to be alone.
“I’m such a fool for doing that.” She sighed. “He’s just a good face like Rose… Well he is charming.”
It didn’t stop that Valentine’s Day; from dates, to late night intermingling, and morning mixing.
He’s just obsessed with Rosaline, she might be my friend but I’m getting tired of her stealing men from me.
Lock of hair twirled in one finger, Rosaline turned down her morning cafe run, so instead she was waiting for Bennett.
“Just in time.” Bennett entered.
“A second later and I would’ve thought you bailed.”
“Me? Never. Though first time we got here it was rather unkind to just tell me the general direction”
The table tapped on by his finger, he had a bandage on his right cheek.
“You’d figure it out, Rose wasn’t that vague.”
After some back and forth he rested at the table ordering a chicken sandwich, wedges.
“About Rose, I want to ask about her.”
Long exasperated sigh she slumped over.
“Of course.”
——
It wasn’t her first time with a businessman, despite that she didn’t know how to go about it. All she knew was that they were extremely busy, and Adderall addicts. The last one she was with sobbed over a drink and complained about his wife.
Two days had gone by since she got the number, and arranged the meeting on the day of the photo shoot.
Tension was high she always found herself holding her breath when she thought of it, it wasn’t a huge deal at first. The pay was good however she had the money not to care, she had the recognition, it was her rival Laura. Stomaching the idea of her smug face as she steals a second brand deal from her grinded at her soul.
I refuse to accept it’s because of him, I’m more than him.
She was determined, but her strategy was loose. Mirroring maybe, how should I go about this.
Santiago entered the scene, a man in his early thirties and owner of Charters. She had to seduce this confident man with a fiancé.
“I can only give you three minutes before I’m needed in my office, so make it quick.”
“Put me on the photo shoot, I have the recognition and the beauty.”
He pondered for a moment and kept his casual smile. “No.”
Pulling back anticipation was in his gaze.
“How about I give you the time of your life.” She stood up in the room of just the two of them, standing right in front of him, drawing a heart on his chest with her finger.
“Oh ho, but I have a fiancé.”
“Is this old man scared of my love?”
“I’m only 32.” He sounded offended. “Why don’t I show you what this man can do.”
She was brought back to his office on the top floor.
——
The snowfall that day was in full effect blanketing the land, maybe it was how dark it was that day, or the comfort of the cafe, however she found herself talking about Rosaline.
“Rosey is, has an issue, she’s a whore who loves to use her body to get ahead.”
Bennett’s face curled in displeasure at her words. “When and why did this start.”
“After her breakup with Maron, honestly if he just toughed it through things would be really different, though…”
“That Maron guy again.” He groaned. “It’s gotta be more than that.”
She looked at him with pity. “Loves a strong thing, though not even I’m sure, I have a hunch?”
He leaned into the table having it push into his ribcage. “Hunch?”
“Just a hunch, but she came from a well off family that spent their time working and not on her, so she had to get that absent love somewhere. So what happens when someone fills that void?”
“She becomes obsessed.”
“Yeah, that’s just my assumption, you’re not getting anything else out of me.”
“Don’t be like that, I’ll buy you lunch next time.”
“Just the two of us?”
He hesitated looking off to the side, wavering from the information he just heard. He’s having a hard time… well that’s not my issue, I wonder what she’s up to now.
——
Legs quivered uncontrollably as if they were made of jiggling jelly, her mind was a horny blur temporarily forgetting the goal of that day was. Ass in the air swaying like a whore wanting seconds, she laid leaned over his desk moaning exasperated sighs. His fingers leaving her wet cunt, juices leaked down to her knee socks. He fingered her skillfully only stopping when his arm got tired, and she cummed twice.
“You’re quite the dirty girl, sure you want to continue.” He whispered into her ear playing with her panties in his hand.
“Yeah shove that old man cock into me.”
“Who’re you callin old!” He unzipped his pants.
Schlong meaty like a sausage she smiled in anticipation of the meat that would be filling her, defiling her, spreading her. It did just that.
Cock head touching her cunts lips, he quickly thrusted inside putting his full length in her. She was tightly wrapped around his schlong which pulled back, then rammed back inside.
“Ahahahah.” She moaned after every thrust of his, aided by her lewd lube juices.
Arched back and the short skirt of her dress flipped up, she could feel his cock poke up on her fleshy walls.
He fucked her only sometimes slowing down, to quickly regain speed. There was technique to the ramming going along a rhythm pushing her to the edge, easing up when she got there.
Schlong twitching she got strangely excited at being filled up.
“Cum, cum, fill me to the brim!”
Groaning he sprayed cum deep into her, leaving a trail of white viscous liquid leaking out of her.
“You felt much better than I thought you would, I’m almost convinced to give you the part.”
“That’s was just the main course, ready for dessert.”
At his desk he continued doing paperwork, making calls, and occasionally calling people in his office. Unbenounced to them a seductive model was under his desk, sucking his cock as if it were a lollipop.
Licking, twisting and stroking, she had already lapped up his sweet cum cleaning his musty schlong. Salty tasting she moved her clamped lips down, till it touched the back of her throat.
“You’re skilled at your job,” he said to an employee across from him. “Make sure to get a third set ready for the model Rosaline.”
“Sir, if I may ask what’s the change of mind.” The employee asked. “I think, it’s the right choice, but it’s quite sudden.”
Sucking harder she bobbed up and down getting a twitch from him.
Gripping his hand resisting the onslaught of stimulation, he kept a firm gaze.
“She recently impressed me enough to do a double take, once you talk to her she really sucks you in.”
“Alright.” He departed.
Spraying cum like a faucet into her mouth, his legs fidgeted. Locking eyes, she opened her mouth revealing a pool of his semen. She swallowed it all.
“I just thought of it… you denied me to get into this situation.”
“Don’t you think this situation is much hotter?”
“I would’ve preferred if you had just asked.” She pouted.
With that she secured her position.
——
“As expected of my rival, you managed to get in.”
“It was harder than I thought it would be Laura, how’d you get in?”
“Oh, it was pretty simple I took a bunch of employees out to karaoke, got drunk, and they recommended me.”
“Looks like you got lucky this time.” She groaned. “Sure you didn’t do anything ‘extra’.”
Stroking her water bottle up and down in the makeup room, they sat a few chairs from one another dressed in the nightgown lingerie for the special addition they were in. It was a night blue the lightest being white, most vibrant red, to raven black. They had nice detail almost see through to the bra below, connecting over their bodies to net made knee socks.
“No you whore.”
“Right back at you wench.”
They kept their pitch perfect model smiles, despite being aggressive with one another.
“Are you sure you want to put Gloria through the same thing you did in college.”
Looking down for a moment as if she had bitten into something bitter, she casted the worry aside.
“It’ll be fine.”
“You’re dooming her to the same path you took.”
“If she wants to be a model she has to face the ugly bits of the industry as well. You’ve faced it too, I’ve already warned her of the dangers, it’s up to her now.”
“I hope you make the right decision.” Her tone shifted to something more emotional and caring, something she only heard when she spoke to children.
I can never get along with her after all. She thought for a moment. If she didn’t want this she should’ve taken her.
Rosaline remembered clearly the backlash in college, how it got harder to be there, eventually leading for her to drop out, and her boyfriend to leave her.
She reminisced.
—Several years ago—
“Don’t do this, if it’s love, than I’m giving it to you in the only way how.”
Wrist gently rendered control from, he held onto them that one fateful day she was going to model. Though this photo shoot was different, she was doing underwear.
It wasn’t for money, or that aim to move up in the industry. It didn’t cross her mind. She was after the flash of the camera, the adoring eyes of those all around, their love for her. It was for love, that rare resource.
“No worry, it doesn’t affect you.” She left him with comforting words. And went to feed her addiction.
Slowly her purpose became feeding this feeling, this want, this love that welled in her chest. Though this time their eyes were different, not admiration, more like they were looking with heated gazes; lustful ones.
Feeling exposed, she liked it as well.
It didn’t stop there, at college their stares surged, the flirts kept coming. That elated feeling was there, she achieved love.
However unbenounced to her, jealousy had been eating away at her boyfriend, he reached his breaking point unable to withstand having his girlfriend of several years be lusted by the school.
He broke up with her, and eventually moved.
She was left alone.
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