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Three months later
“Can you put alittle more oil on those abs, Ava?Just applyit off to the side thereso you don’t get it on the endless,” ordered the photographer.
Will stepped to the side of a draped paper backdrop in a studio full of hung lights and flags placed just-so on C-stands.
“Yes, no problem, Scooter.”
“ Scooter ?” Will whispered as he approached. “You hired a guy named Scooter to do the shoot?”
Avagiggled anddoused her hands in baby oil, sliding them along every nook and cranny of Will’s chest with a shit-eating grin .
“Honey, stop. You’re gonna give me a hard-on,” he grumbled. “Second one today.” He winked, thinking back to their morning glory.
“Would that be such a crime? Those goods’ll only help us sell this service, baby.”
“What am I even doing?This is crazy. I’m not a model . We should’ve gotten some other guy to do thisshoot. I got no idea what I’m doin’.”
“It’s all good. Barrett is coming in in twenty minutes to do his sexy courthouse judge shoot for the other promo. Then, Kerry is coming to play a naughty pilot at three.”
Will shook his head, fighting a smile. “This is so wild.”
Ava looked up into his eyes, tone soft and comforting. “You are the sexiest man I have ever met. This is for Man Maid . Let’s sell these rich ol’ ladies the dream . You got this.” Shewiped her hands on a towel and smiled.
“ You owe me later. ” He grinned.
“Deal.” Ava slapped his ass as he walked away.
Will took his place on the endless backdrop again. In thebright lights, his body glistened.
Avaturned back to the photographer and gave him a thumbs up.“All good, Scooter.”
“Thank you.” Scooter changed his aperture, focusedhis lens,andstarted clicking off shots. Images appeared on the open laptop nearby tethered to the DSLR with a long wire. With short, shuffling steps, he went to the edge of the backdrop and tugged out a light meter from his back pocket. He held it upin front of Will’s face and then in front of the crotch of his yellow briefs, ones that matched the shade of the yellow dish gloves Will’s rippled forearms were bursting out of.
“Mr. Jessup, it’s showtime.”
“ Alright, Mr. DeMille. I’m ready for my close-up ,” Will said, doing his best impression of the character from Sunset Boulevard.
“How about you hold up the spray bottle this time?”
Ava scurried over with it, wiped the unbranded bottle clean with a rag, and handed it to Will. He held it near the center of his chest.
“Like this?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Do we still need the cleaning gloves?My hands are getting sweaty in these.”
“ Yes ,” Ava and Scootersaid in unison.
They looked at each other, and Ava smiled sheepishly.
“Who’s shoot is this?” Scooter snarled, at least a full foot shorter than she was in her heels. “Who’s behind the camera?”
“You are,” Ava said quietly.
“Yes. So please let me work.” Scooter turned back to Willand looked through the eyepiece. “Little to the right, Mr. Jessup.”
Will took a half-step to the right.
“No. Turn your body to the right!”The man’s short fuse made Will twist his face for a moment. Hestepped back into position and turned his body slightly.
“There you go. Now, turn your face moreto the right.”
Will obliged, eyeswide with uncertainty.
“Will, you look like you’re being held hostage, modeling under duress. How about you soften those eyes and give us a grin?”
Ava’s sympathetic expression turned into a mischievous grin.She could mess with Will, and all he could do was watch .
Ava took two steps straight back, several feet behind thephotographer, who was engrossed in his work. She peeredaround to make sure there were no extra prying eyes she’d missed.
Will watched, unmoving, as she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her silk blouse. She sat in a folding chair further back and leaned forward, pressing her curvaceous breasts together with her arms, allowing her buttoned-down shirt to flare openfor a spectacular show of cleavage.
Will’s eyes drifted down to her tits, and he bit his lip to keep from smiling.
The photographer’s voice was muffled from behind the camera.“Good. The lip bite is good.”
Ava took her index finger and eased it into her mouth. Sheclosed her eyes and pretended she was giving Will a blowjob, pulling it outand pushing it in deep and slow, eyes closed with pleasure.
Obliviousto her raunchy display, the photographer continued. “Alright, Will. Bite a little less. It looks like you are about to draw blood. Just let your face go slack.”
Ava slid her slick finger down her chin and her neck, angling it down between her breasts, pressing it downthrough her cleavage.
Will’s eyes were locked on her, and he felt his dick stiffen.
This was about to be very awkward…
Will’s eyes begged for her to stop.
A wide, devious smile spread across Ava’s face as she removed her hand from her shirt, trailed it down her stomach, and stopped at the hem of her skirt.She leanedbackand spread her legs towards him, rubbing herself beneath the fabric.
“Now tilt your chin up like you are looking toward a brighter future,” Scooterordered.
Will reluctantly lifted his chin up, eyes straining to stay locked on Ava.
“What are your eyes doing?Look up, Will.”
Will did as he was told, taking in a deep breath, gripping the yellow bottle of fluid in his hands too tightly .
Ava snickered, buttoning back up her shirtand lowering her skirt with a devious smile.
“Okay, I think I can work with that. We’ve got you some good shots.” Scooter nodded back at Ava. “I think you’ll like these. Give me a few days, and I will have these over to you.I’m going to prepare for the next model. Mr. Jessup, you can get cleaned up.”
As the photographer backed away, he finally noticed the bulge in Will’s underwear. Without a word,he powered off his cameraand pointed to it.“If we could show that on a billboard, I think your client list would skyrocket.”
“T-thank you.”Will shook his head, trying not to laugh at how bizarre life was sometimes.
Ava took off the gloves, grabbed Will’s hand, and led himout of the studio into the vacant stairwell. There,he pushed her up against a wall of exposed brick and held his lips an inch from hers. “You played dirty in there.”
Ava nodded proudly.
Will kissed her, running his fingers up the sides of her face and into her hair, bringing her closer as his roaming tongue conveyed the lustful thoughts he felt.
Ava tilted her hips toward his and turned her face away from him. “I don’t play fair. And let’s be real…you don’t want me to. ”
Will turned her face back to his, hiked up her skirt, and pressed his oiled bodybetween her thighs.
“You’re right.But I don’t play fair either.” He dragged his lips against her neck.
Asurge of warmth rippled through Ava’s body.
“Say you want me …and you can have me .”
Ava’s cheeks flashed red with lust. “I’ll make you cave first.” She plunged her oiled hand down the front of his underwear and wrapped her fingers around hisdick.
He growled in her earandrubbed her clit through the fabric of her panties.Breath caught in her throat, and she let out a small, involuntary moan. Ava’s eyes pinched shut, feelingher defiancemelt awaywith every small circle his fingertip rubbed.
“I…” She began, breath hitching.
Suddenly,a throat cleared beside them. Ava jerked her hand out of Will’s underwear, and Will backed away, trying -- and failing -- to look casual.
Scooterheld up a gray, ribbedtank top and a pair of shorts. “You, uh, forgot this.”
Will took it from his hand, throwing the shirt on inside out and backward. The photographer left, closing the stairwell door behind him.
Ava and Will giggled all the way back to Will’s pickup truck outside. They threw open the doors to the back seat and hopped inside.
Crashing into one anotherin a fevered frenzy,Ava and Will hungrily tore at each other’s clothes.
Will plunged his hand beneath her underwear, feeling himself harden to a painful level at how wet she was.
Ava grabbed Will’s shaft and rubbed, coaxing a groan from her handsome lover.
“Just say it,” Ava whispered against Will’s mouth. “ Just say you want to fuck me first, and I’ll give you everything you want.Say it… and I’ll let you feel Heaven. ”
Will moaned as hepulled her hand away. With a growl, heforced his underwear and shorts onto the floorboard, ripped off Ava’s panties, and rumpled her skirt up around her waist.
Ava spread her legsand shook her head, vagina on full, beautiful display. Milk white skin with a tuft of auburn hair framed an aching, rosy vulva.
Will looked at it, eyes fluttering with desire to be inside of her.
“All you have to do is say thewords. Give in.” She smiled playfully. “You know you want to. ”
Without so much as a smile, Will stared at her for a moment, sweeping a thick chunk of red-brown hair from her face. “I love you.”
Her smile froze for a moment and then fell. She felt like her heart was in her throat.
“That wasn’t what—”
“I know,” he laughed, eyes bouncing to the floorboard and then back to her. “I just wanted you to know that.”
Ava stared at him for a long time before speaking.
“I love you, too.”
His fingertips caressed her bare thighs for a few seconds.
Ava leaned forward to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him back until he was on top of her.
Slowly, Will pressed himself into her, working his way slowly up to steady, fevered strokes. Ava moaned, throwing her head back against the window.
For the next hour, Will expressed his gratitude for Ava’s sultry displayin the studio…
Several times.