It was finally time for me to move into the beach house.
I'd first seen it when I had done my first shoot for Victoria's Secret. I was an up-and-coming photographer who had landed his dream gig. VS flew me out to the Bahamas to photograph Candice Swanepoel. We'd finished the shoot with passionate anal sex and had become illicit lovers.
My second shoot had been with Josephine Skriver. Despite her amazing body, I had to admit that personality wise, the stunning Danish model was not my type. We'd had some furious hate sex, including going several rounds after we were stranded by the rising tide, but I didn't want to spend another second around her if I could help it.
Lais Ribeiro was the next model I met at the house. Again, we ended up fucking after the shoot. While Candice and Josephine had flown home quickly after their shoots, Lais and I had romped around the house for a week, having sex every way you could imagine.
The most memorable shoot of all was with Romee Strijd, Stella Maxwell, and Elsa Hosk. Not only had I fucked all three (including taking Romee in the ass while Stella ate her out), but our session ended suddenly when the three models were arrested for drug smuggling. It had been a major scandal, and caused VS to wash their hands of the house where it had occurred.
That was the only reason I was able to buy the house at all. VS were desperate to sell, I was the first person aware of the sale, and I'd made a lot of money from the shoots in addition to the frankly ridiculous wage that VS paid me. I knew a bargain when I saw one.
The house was luxury itself. Anywhere other than the Bahamas, it would have been called a mansion. There were five bedrooms, each with an en suite and a skylight. The rooms were spacious, well-decorated, and finely-furnished, with one highlight being the soft Persian rug covering the hallway floor. The kitchen made extensive use of marble and granite, with an open view onto the high-ceiling living room. Floor-to-ceiling windows covered the entire south side of the house, which faced onto the large private beach of hot white sand. There was an outdoor jacuzzi on the decked porch, and a heated indoor pool.
I couldn't use the house for shoots with current Victoria's Secret models any more. That wasn't a huge problem because I could still photograph them in the entirety of the rest of the world. It could even be considered an opportunity to get some different models in. The problem was that I was pretty strongly associated with VS as a brand. If I wanted to make big money then I'd need to hire a VS Angel... without actually hiring one.
The solution was so obvious that I felt stupid for not thinking of it. I'd just done a shoot with former Angel Alessandra Ambrosio. Why not grab another former Angel?
There were lots of strong candidates. I'd already met Izabel Goulart, so she'd be easy to get in contact with. The likes of Miranda Kerr and Lindsey Ellingson had also left the Angels recently. But one interested me more than any of the others - Doutzen Kroes.
Doutzen had left VS in 2015 in order to focus on launching an acting career. The issue was that she couldn't act. She was soon complaining that casting executives were only offering her roles like "hot woman". A background role in Wonder Woman was all she had to show for herself after two years.
Despite that, there was no doubt that Doutzen was smoking hot. She'd had the best ass of any of the Angels, and while Josephine and Lais might have challenged her if she'd stayed on, she was also stunningly pretty in a way that none of the other models could match. She was a gorgeous blonde bombshell with bright blue eyes and hips to die for.
I gave Doutzen's agent a call and left a message. A minute later I got an urgent call back.
"Hi!" It was the agent. "Doutzen has been looking forward to working with you. She likes the terms you have proposed. She has cancelled her plans and put together a selection of items from her own underwear and swimwear collection. She'll be flying into the Bahamas tomorrow morning."
I was surprised just how quickly Doutzen had agreed to do it, but I was also thrilled. This was going to be a great shoot.
The next day, Doutzen was a little late getting off her plane - apparently, after what happened with Stella, Elsa, and Romee, blonde supermodels were being searched extra throughout upon arrival in the Bahamas - but in a good mood as we drove to the house.
The shoot went well. Rather than using the beach, which was played out, I photographed Doutzen in all sorts of strange situations, including her deciding to do some feather dusting straight after getting out of the pool. She preferred to be bending over or leaning against something. She looked great in all colours - black, white, pink, red, blue, green, yellow, purple. Her ass could make anything look good.
I had to tidy up after we finished, so told Doutzen to make herself comfortable. She flopped down on the sofa and switched on the TV, an 80-inch 4k screen.
I was shocked when I came back in to find her naked, watching porn, and masturbating furiously.
"What the fuck?" I said.
"Oh, hey. Just getting comfortable."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah! Join in!"
At this point I just felt awkward.
"Don't you recognise her?" Doutzen asked. At first I thought she meant her vagina, but then she nodded at the TV, and realised that the girl getting triple-penetrated was none other than Alé Ambrosio, who I had fucked on a Brazilian beach the previous week. It had all been filmed by people with phones, but this was something else: it was professional grade porn with multiple men in HD.
"Holy shit."
"Yeah, I want some of that..." said Doutzen, sticking an extra finger inside herself.
"You want to do porn?"
"Well, I'm not getting any roles right now. If porn helps my career then I'd like it."
"You'll have to ask Alé. I don't know the first thing about porn."
