ONE

Adeline

I watched the other model aside me walk around giggling. They must be excited unlike me. This wasn't the best option but I had to. I needed the money badly.

"Did you see the new agent?" One of them said. "He'so hot ."

The back of my thighs stick to the leather beneath me. I readjust my sundress, the couch creaking beneath me as I shift.

I contemplated my life choices at this point. It was just sex. A meaningless transaction. I need the five thousand grands that come with the modeling agency and the sex.

The room is silent yet comfortably warm. Fluorescent nearly blind me with their white stark light, but I understand the need for clear, quality shots. I am a photographer myself. My eyes fall on the sleek wooden desk, bared before me and waiting. I take in the tripod in the corner, waiting for me, the model.

The door opens abruptly, and a man brushed past me. My eyes fell upon his broad shoulders, the confident gait with which he strode, the designer cologne in which he basked filling my nose with his spicy scent. This isn't Vincent.

This man is surprisingly young, a few years older than me. Dressed in fitted blue navy pants with brown belt matching his loafers, it's clear he has money.

With his crisp periwinkle blue pressed to perfection and his dark hair tied up to a bun, the entire aura reeks of confidence men his age fought to attain.

Standing near the desk, he leans on it, his dark green eyes finally on me. Dark tattoos line his neck and wrists. He offers his hand to me.

“Adeline.”

I take his hand but I stared with confusion. I was told to meet with Vince. Vince and I was supposed to have sex together.

“Adeline, right?”

His deep timbre startled me as it rattles through my chest again. He pulled his hand back sucking a breath through his teeth as he quickly rub his palm over his mouth. His pinpoint pupils zeros in on my face, and I wait for him to say something but he doesn't.

“You're auditioning with me today? I didn't think I'll be partnered up with someone.”

His hands gripped the edge of the table tightly and I freeze at the stoic look he's giving me right now. His eyes are dark and menacing, yet I feel the heat of rage caged beneath the exterior.

“So…your name is..?” I asked to break the awkward silence.

“Croix..” he answered.

“So… is this your..” Was he the one going to sleep with me? I'm not enjoying this. I thought it was Vince. Vince was gay so if we could just pretend a bit, no one would notice

“I don't do sentiments.” His voice was cold and menacing.

“I wasn't asking for a life story.” I said, unable to hide my bitterness. “I don't freaking need one. Or do I care.”

He laughed lightly, dragging his tongue over his lips. “I’m so sorry.” He said. “Let's start over. It's been a long day.”

Before I could think about his loaded statement, he continued. “When I start recording, state your name and age and we'll begin.”

My hand laid loosely at my side and my lips parted. He's not the talent but the agent.

“Where's Vince?”

He cocked a brow. “Vince is the admin. He takes them to the agent. I'm the agent you're working with today.”

He stood to his full height and walk a few strides around before futzing with the camera. “I saw in your form that you're open to pretty much anything.”

I cleared my throat, feeling raw and vulnerable as I dragged my skirt down my thighs. “I'm down for whatever. I need the cash.”

“You've done this before?” He asked.

“Nope…First timer.” I state, raising my chin. He paused with what he was doing and regarded me with dark eyes for a minute before blinking and turning back to the camera. What the hell?

“Any safe words?”

“Red.” I said. I already had this planned.

“No originality there.” He said. “Green light is more suitable.”

It's not bad but I almost twitch at the level of arrogance he was exhibiting. He pressed a button and the camera flashed a red light.

I flipped my long curly hair over my shoulders. “My name is Adeline Rivera and I'm twenty two years old.”

“Very good.” His sultry voice already made my skin sizzle. He took a few steps before me, his hand clutching his shaft and I see it bulging in his slacks.

“Adeline Rivera.” He whispered my name with such familiarity that sent chills up my spine. His hand went to my cheeks caressing and moving to cup my jaw. “You're very beautiful. But you already know that, don't you?”

My lips parted and a soft sigh leaves me. I breath in his masculine musk, the lingering scent of cigarettes and his Cologne.

“I bet you make the sweetest sounds when you get fucked.” His eyes dropped to my mouth. “I just know you do.”

His thumb glided along my bottom lip, stalling when he reached the center. I wait for something to happen but his eyes stayed glued to my lips so was his thumb. I noticed his hands were shaking.

“I'm getting ahead of myself.” He stated, sucking in a deep breath before making his way to the camera. He sat behind the camera, his hooded eyes on me.

“I'm sure you understand a pretty face isn't enough to get you in the business, Adeline. As an adult model, you can make up to two thousand a week depending on your likeability, efforts and willingness to try new things.”

“I get the fact you have to see me naked.” I tucked my hair behind my ear. “Would you like me to undress now so we can take this over with?”

“Yes that would be helpful if you can stand at the corner of the room.”

I took off my dress, then my bra and my panties. He sure has a strange affinity for staring. His eyes never left me for even a second.

“You have gorgeous tits, Adeline. What are you, a C cup” I comfort myself with the fact that this is another ass and tits to him. Which makes it weird that he's getting harder by the second.

Viagra. Changing lives since 1998. He probably must have used it to appear more masculine but I'd be lying to myself because he is masculine

“34C”

“Beautiful,” He hummed. His gaze dripped to my pierced navel. “Is that new?”

I didn't think getting a pierced navel would cause any problem. “Yes it was done recently, over last year but it's healed now.”

He regarded me with that stare again. “Now turn around facing the door so I can take a better look at your body.”

I did as he said. “Fuck, that's really good.” His voice was thick with lust making me adjust on my heels.

“Alright. Let's have a chat. Leave the clothes on the floor.” He said pointing towards a chair in front of him.

“Do you have a certain kink you gravitate to?” He asked when I sat down.

“I enjoy many different things… like threesome, bisexual, anal, taboo.”

“Taboo?” He cleared his throat. “What do you consider as taboo?”

“I don't know… cheating housewives, step siblings, age gaps.”

He smiled adorably as if the thought of indulging in this is cute. Then his smile dropped. And he's back to business. “Show me how you masturbate.”

My mouth goes dry. “Uh… right here?”

“Yes darling.” He dug into his drawers retrieving a light pink vibrator. “Do you come by clitoral stimulation or penetration?”

Everything he said was done in such composure and maturity. The boys I'm used to aren't even aware of the clit calling it ‘that dangly thingy’ but he talks like a kitty-connoisseur.

I shrugged my shoulders lightly. “Both.”

“If you could spread your legs and show the camera what you do.”

I do as he asked, leaning against the couch as my naked body laid open for viewing. My hand slowly trail down my abdomen, running between my breasts, fingers feathering over my navel until I reach my center.

I rub my clit in circles. I stared a

into the camera and glided my entire finger down over my sex. My body going to work mode as slick arousal leaked out of me.

“Like this?” I whispered.

“Mmm…that looks great. Continue.” He murmured, a muscles in his jaw bouncing.

I do as he said, continuing the sweet torture on myself as I slipped my middle finger into my wet heat. I dropped my head back against the couch, a sigh escaping my lips.

He watched me closely before rubbing the pink vibrator along my thighs, handing it to me.

I rub it over my slippery folds before pressing at my aching hole then slipping it in. I released a soft breath, then reached up to caress my breasts, pinching the nipple roughly then caressing the tender flesh.

“You're doing so amazing. Such a natural.” He praised, gripping the black leather couch tightly. He's almost a little breathless.

My focus becomes his mouth and I imagine it penetrating me. But after watching a few seconds, something changed and his expression hardened.

Then the sounds behind me increased and a television set played the hot entanglement of a gangbang. A man and a woman, women rubbing against each other and men fucking themselves.

I gasped as my gaze focused on the man railing into the woman's back. The sound of their sex slapping against each other while she moaned got to me.

I felt my insides tingle and my hand moved unconsciously on their own. The sick twisted part of this was they were all on camera.

This is what I didn't know I wanted. My hands mimicked the man on the screen who had his hands down the woman's thighs and his cock in her ass

I mimicked his movements rubbing my clit and arching back, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I was about reaching my peak when the screen went black and a rather pissed look appeared on Croix's face.

“We're done for today.”

The fuck? I haven't even come yet.

I blinked hard. It felt like cold water splashed on me. The orgasm and arousal fading in an instant.

Was he disgusted? Am I getting the job?

I stood up to leave, gathering my things. "So did I get it?"

"Leave!" He hissed turning his head away.

I glanced at the bulge in his pants. He was another asshole obviously, watching and dissecting women while he becomes hard then what... Chase them out when he didn't get what he wanted.

He was just like my father anyway.

I scoffed, opening the door to leave. He was a sick bastard anyway.