Tempting Adeline

Adeline 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 s*x. A meaningless transaction. I need the five thousand grands that come with the modeling agency and the s*x. The room is silent yet comfortably warm. Fluorescent shots nearly blind me with their stark white 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 opened 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 a 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 took his hand but I stared with confusion. I was told to meet with Vince. Vince and I were supposed to have s*x 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 rubbed his palm over his mouth. His pinpoint pupils zero 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'd be partnered up with someone.” His hands gripped the edge of the table tightly, and I froze 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..” “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 c****d 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 walked 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 saw 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 breathed 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 waited 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 into the business, Adeline. As an adult model, you can make up to two thousand a week depending on your likability, 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 could 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 t**s, Adeline. What are you, a C cup?” I comfort myself with the fact that this is another ass and t**s to him. Which makes it weird that he's getting harder by the second. Viagra. Changing lives since 1998. “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. “f**k, that's perfect.” His voice was thick with lust, making me adjust to 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, siblings, age gaps.” He smiled adorably, as if the thought of indulging in this was 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 c******l stimulation or penetration?” Everything he said was done with such composure and maturity. The boys I'm used to aren't even aware of the c**t 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 did as he asked, leaning against the couch as my naked body laid open for viewing. My hand slowly trails down my abdomen, running between my breasts, fingers feathering over my navel until I reach my center. I rub my c**t in circles. I stared a Into the camera and glided my entire finger down over my s*x. My body was going to work mode as slick arousal leaked out of me. “Like this?” I whispered. “Mmm…that looks great. Continue.” He murmured, the muscles in his jaw bouncing. I did 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 n****e 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. “We're done for today.” The f**k? I haven't even come yet.