A photographer in a jam strikes a deal with a working girl. |
Leaning heavily against the splintered door frame, Daniel surveyed the ransacked loft. The entertainment center gaped bare. Pictures were scattered over the concrete floor. His laptop and cameras were gone from the work table. The knot of dread in his gut growing, he started across the room, freezing as something crunched under his boot. Heart plummeting, he squatted, sifting the pictures aside to reveal the remains of his flash drive. Cursing under his breath, he turned a resigned gaze to the building superintendant and young officer awaiting his statement. Forty minutes later, Daniel closed the repaired door on the pair and set to cleaning up the mess. Righting a UPS box, his fingers lingered on the scraps of lace spilling out. A friend was a budding designer and he had promised pictures of her lingerie line tomorrow. Raking his fingers through his dark hair he pinched the bridge of his nose in thought. Inspiration hit. Pushing aside the curtain to his darkroom, he rummaged on the top shelf. Dusting off the bag, he pulled out the old Cannon Rebel that had fired his love of photography. Snug in the bag with the camera was zoom lens, flash, spare batteries, and film. He was a regular Boy Scout. It was going to be a long night, but he could do this. All he needed was a model. Snapping his phone shut, Daniel amended his thoughts, all he needed was a model on a Friday night. Closing his eyes he let his head loll back. A pair of seductive dark eyes under a fur hat flashed into his mind. Chewing his bottom lip he conjured up a full mental image of the hooker. She was a lovely little tart with full pouty lips and a knockout body. She had merit. Not having a known face in the fashion industry held the advantage of keeping the emphasis on the clothing, not to mention by the hour she was going to be cheaper. Jumping up, he prayed frigid temperatures would make for a slow night on the street corner. Spotting the familiar fur coat and hat, Daniel approached her like an old friend. "Tatiana! I'm so glad I found you!" Confusion and recognition warred in her dark eyes as she gracefully accepted kisses to each cheek. "I am under the gun on a deadline and I was hoping you would be available to do a little late night photo shoot for me." "Such short notice," she demurred, her Eastern European accent soft and chiding. "Besides your modeling fee, you can keep the lingerie," Daniel cajoled with a wink. "Throw in dinner and I model." Refilling his wine glass, Tatiana peered at the photos Daniel was developing. His arm brushed across her breasts in the tiny darkroom making her nipples pebble under the lace teddy. Smiling, he leaned in to give her a kiss. "These are better than the originals." "Perhaps it is the model," Tatiana suggested with a saucy wink. "You make love to the camera." "Imagine what I could do to you." The purr in her voice made Daniel turn. The come hither look steaming up his photos stared him in the eye. She didn't wait for him to come to her. Fingers curling at the nape of his neck, her lips were soft and drugging. Desire surged through his veins like napalm. All the times she had whispered her siren song as he passed on the street fanned the flames. Hands sliding down to cup the swell of her ass, he ground her against his straining cock, drawing a moan. Turning to press her to the wall, his hip bumped one of the trays splashing chemicals over his pant leg. Cursing against her lips, he picked her up, stumbling from the darkroom. Sliding into the shower, Daniel propped her in the corner, turning on the spray. The water felt cool against their fevered skin. Tatiana gave his button fly a firm tug, her long fingers dipping inside to free his swollen cock. Ravishing her alabaster skin with scorching kisses and stinging love bites, Daniel ached to plunge inside the petite brunette. Dragging her leg up over his hip, he rode the channel between her thighs. The crotchless teddy combined the abrasive tease of lace and the caress of satin skin to drive him wild. He growled a protest he couldn't articulate as she slid from his grasp. His brow furrowed at the flash of a foil packet seemingly from nowhere, but all thought fled as the squeeze of the condom rolling on was almost too much. He lifted her, urging her legs around his waist and plunged into her. Gasps and grunts of exertion echoed off the tiled walls. Nails and heels dug demanding into his back, tearing away all restraint until he pounded into her savagely drawing keening screams with each thrust. Completion shattered all control. His guttural roar was joined a second later by her shriek of pleasure and the rake of nails down his back. Sliding to the floor in a tangle of trembling limbs, both struggled to catch their breath. "Modeling fee and breakfast, I spend the night," Tatiana offered nonchalantly. "Do you like pancakes?" ~ WC ~ 867 Picture prompt used above. Rd 8 ~ Honorable Mention Written for:
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