“… Thank you all for being a part of this mess that I created and sticking around even during tough times. Hope to see each one of you some day in life. I wish you all the luck.”
Everyone gave him their best wishes and left. She lingered a little longer. Gave him a disgusted, disappointed look and walked away. He hung his head, shrugged and stood speechless.
Frustrated and confused, desperate for a drink, she got into the first pub she could spot, took a seat at the bar and ordered the strongest drink.
After downing half her order, she heard a familiar voice, “What brings you here, beautiful?”
“Hi!” She said dryly, in no mood for unwanted conversation.
“So, he ditched you and the entire organisation tonight, I’ve heard.”
“News travels fast.” She taunted.
“I’ve known this for long now. About time it happened.”
“Was that why you left precisely at the right time?” She questioned.
“I was losing interest anyway. Found better things to do with my talent.”
“Lucky you. I’m stuck with my useless self, I guess, now. With no major talent…” she exclaimed!
“You have a pretty face. You can try modelling. Hell, you can model for me.”
“You run a magazine? Or are you into designing now?” She enquired.
“I’m a photographer.”
“Female photographers are rare, I’ve noticed!” she said, bluntly.
“So are beautiful faces, with right assets, if I may say, like yours.”
She giggled. “You sound like a man trying to hit on me.”
“If my words make you happy and better your night, I’d’ve achieved something.”
“Why did this have to happen to me?” She sobbed.
“That’s what happens when you fall for married men who’re ruled by their wives and who live on their wives’ financial assets. One step out of the line and their world shatters. Because, of course, their reins are in their wives’ hands. I prefer being independent and love everyone who is so.”
“I never knew he was married!” She gasped and said.
“No one knows. He’s secret that way. He has kids too.”
“How do you know?” she was puzzled.
“He’d called me for a family shoot when I was building my portfolio. He’d asked me to zip my lips about it lest the news reaches you or his other girlfriends. But how does it matter anymore?”
“He had more?” She was enraged
“How many?” she enquired.
“Many. One in each country he visited. But now each one might be sitting in a bar and crying over him, just like you. He had to shut down every bit of what he had created, or rather what his wife’s money helped him create. Now he’s broke. Can’t handle anyone. How will he maintain these high-maintenance dolls? Haah… but isn’t this what happens to men who think they can outsmart women! Serves him right.”
“I am not like the girls you described.” she argued.
“You’re different, I agree. Should have made myself clear. Apologies.”
“How am I different?” She asked, curiously.
“You did what you did for love, not money.”
“I did. Honestly.” She confessed.
“Hmmm… if you don’t mind me asking, could I get a few shots of you?”
“Now?” She giggled. “In my messy state? No way!”
“I want to capture you raw, vulnerable.”
“Ummm… I’m not feeling upto it but I’m in dire need of adventure so, I guess, I’ll take this offer.” She smiled wide.
They drove to the studio. She toasted to this friendship-in-the-time-of-tragedy while they arrived at their destination, and giggled uncontrollably. Her antics were returned with rolled eyes and pressed smiles.
They walked into a house that was turned into a photographer’s studio.
“Do you live here and work here?” She asked.
“Alone?” She, hesitatingly, asked.
“Interesting!” She exclaimed.
“You are.” She blurted.
“Let’s get to work, shall we?”
“Sure. But I don’t think I can stand upright. So I’ll be going crazy over your bed and you can take the shots you want. Nothing explicit, please.” she voiced her concern.
“Trust me, I won’t. I’m a professional.”
“I’m not, anymore, though.” She said, sadly.
“Stop being a cry baby and go crazy. Time to pose.”
She walked into the dimly lit bedroom and dropped herself on the bed.
Her new friend started working her magic with the camera. After a few crazy poses, she paused, breathed hard and said, “That’s it for tonight. I’ll drop you home.”
“I can’t go home like this. I’m staying over.” she said.
Her friend took a moment to think, nodded and agreed. She started packing her camera up, when…
“I don’t think I’ve posed my best. Can I give it another try?” She asked.
“Sure.” Her friend brought out her camera and turned to face her. The sight took her breath away.
She had lowered the shoulders of her top, her deep cleavage giving away the fullness of her breasts. Her skirt was pulled a little below her belly, exposing her curvy pelvis.
Her friend took a deep breath and started clicking pictures. The dim light lit her body in the right places. Her friend swore, if she’d been a man, her manhood would have saluted this beauty hard. She never thought she’d be wet. It stunned her how much her body was trying to express her sexual desires just at the sight of those curves.
Then she moved to the edge of the bed and bent down to pose as if she was trying to pull her stockings up. More of her breasts exposed, arousing more of her friend’s desires.
She was clearly flirting as if with a guy, asking for attention. Her friend controlled all she could and finally asked her to call it a night, stating exhaustion.
She still looked at her friend as if she wanted to be ravaged. Her friend wished her a good night and started to head out of the room.
“Where are you going? You can sleep beside me. It’s your house after all.” She said, flirtatiously.
“I thought you wanted alone time.”
“What I want, now, is to see the pictures. If you don’t mind…” she pleaded.
Her friend brought out her camera and sat on the bed, showing her her work. While she flipped through the pictures, she felt her coming closer to her and breathing on her neck.
“Your lights are too dim. I can’t see how sexy I am.” She giggled.
She bent in closer, her breast touching her friend’s. She was breathing heavy, making her friend feel like a man.
“Time to go to bed.” Her friend said.
She pulled her by her collar and pressed her against her warm body, pushed the jacket off her shoulder and said, “I know you want it too. I’ll lead the way. Just go with the flow.”
She kissed her friend hard while unbuttoning her shirt.
“Hmmm… speaking of assets, you are well-endowed too.” She said and pushed her friend off her, into other side of the bed, unbuttoned her pants and slid off her lingerie.
“You’re really drunk, you should be off to bed.”
“You think I walked into the gay bar by mistake? I knew I’d find you there.” She smirked.
She suck-bit her friend’s right nipple and squeezed her left breast. Her friend finally went with the flow and pulled down her skirt with her toe, which later moved on to find her wet pussy.
She caressed her pussy with her toe while working up her hands from the waist up to her ribs, pushing the top upwards.
She reached her nipples, realising she was bare inside. This excited her further. Her toe found her thong and pulled it down.
She pulled her hair back and bit her neck.
She dragged her up to her mouth and bit her lady.
She moaned, asking for more. She was given what was promised – more and excitingly so.
Her lips sucked her clitoris and her tongue made its way around the labia. It dipped right into the salty goodness and made her climax with a long moan.
She fell back onto the bed. Pulled her friend over her, sucked her nipples harder and pumped her breasts wilder. She dug her well-manicured nails into her ribs, scratched all the way to her waist and back onto her rotund buttocks. She pressed them hard and made her friend moan.
She pulled her closer by her butt and dug her finger into her wet pussy. Oh, how she loved being entered from the hind! It had been long since she’d made love so intense. She enjoyed every bit of it and every moan resonated it. She rode the finger out of excitement. “Don’t stop!” her friend yelled!
She pushed another finger down her friend’s pussy and used the other hand to stimulate her clitoris. She yelled in pleasure and pain. She cummed on her stomach and dropped back onto her side of the bed.
They looked at each other. The dim lights highlighting their flushed faces. Kissing, they said, “Let’s do this often.”