Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This story was written for my friends Jack and Doom. The celeb choice and ideas were theirs. Enjoy!
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Paris, France
Vibrating and ringing, a smartphone echoed from the bedroom and throughout the hotel suite. The curtains had been pulled back hours ago, inviting sunlight to pour in and brighten the yellow-colored walls. Across the pulled back crimson red sheets, the phone sat near a set of pillows. Room service had yet to enter the room and fix up the bed. Their arrival a few hours ago was only to deliver breakfast to an American tourist who checked in days ago. Lauren Summer gazed back at her face in the mirror, studying her light green eyes. This was not the first trip to France for the twenty-seven year old model. There was a time when she used to fly in and check in at five-star hotels before the world stood still two years ago. Finally back in Paris for a small vacation, Lauren had all the time in the world to relax.
She checked in four days prior, spending her first day catching up on sleep from the jet lag. The next few days made up a short schedule of sight-seeing. Lauren had all intentions of snapping photographs while she was here. Upon leaving home, she preferred to go sightseeing. Part of the reason for traveling was to get a much needed break from home while enjoying the scenery of another country. Sometimes you needed to get away from work and travel around the world to clear your mind. That was how she felt, but her style was to go along. While Lauren had plenty of friends among her social circle in L.A., this was a trip she had to make for herself. When bringing others along, they only stretched out the checks, leaving Lauren to spend more money on credit cards.
Sometimes that was the lifestyle of a working model. To fancy herself as a woman of influence online and live glamorously. She did not need an agency or a laundry list of managers. Lauren had proven herself a few years ago when she exploded on social media with her own modelling. Playboy and Vogue were names on her resume for professional photography. Everybody wanted to have that one friend who was a beautiful model. Whether it was a man looking for his dream date or a girlfriend to tag along. Lauren was confident in herself, that she may not have been the next big model, but she had established her presence through sheer determination. A runway was not needed for someone like her. Hard work had paid off to afford a trip like this. Sometimes it was good to reap the rewards and embrace this lifestyle.
Still looking back in the mirror, she carefully fixed up her makeup. The long locks of her brunette hair were pinned up in a ponytail, hanging high. Sitting on the bathroom counter were various makeup kits and a bottle of water. Lauren had previously taken a shower after stumbling out of bed earlier. No matter how many days it had been, she could not get used to the time difference from back home. In Los Angeles about now, she would be enjoying the midnight hours. Time in France was nine hours ahead of what she was used to, but that was not enough to forget her day-to-day routine back in California. Wearing only a black thong and matching bra, Lauren considered her options for the day. It helped that she was quite a night owl at times back home. The naps she took after arriving had effectively thrown her sleeping schedule off to shift into an average Paris day.
Back in the living room of the suite, Lauren's photography equipment was spread out across a table and lounge chair. It would have been easy to snap pictures with her smartphone and put them up on social media and elsewhere. There was still time to arrange a session for Summer Magazine, a personal project she ran online. A tripod was folded up over the black leather couch, sitting next to her bag of film reels. Over on the lounge chair, Lauren had a black bag she kept her favorite polaroid camera in. On the floor was another bag with the video recording camera and a second tripod. All the tools she needed to set up an easy photography session were there, but not today. Lauren had other ideas in mind now as she hovered her hands across a set of gold hoop earrings. Today was going to be special, she thought to herself why putting the earrings on. The shining gold radiated in her reflection across the mirror.
More than anything today, Lauren felt devious. She had made a connection in Paris on her last trip, though that was a few years ago at this point. Jean Fournier was a man she met back in 2019 through 'a friend of a friend' as the old saying went. So far, he had proven to be a reliable connection far away from home. Lauren had befriended model Julia Rose some time back. Prior to them both getting banned from all MLB games for flashing their tits during the World Series, Julia introduced her to Jean days later at a party. A tall man who turned out to be a French businessman, always one to stick out from the crowd with his grand style. At the time, Lauren did not know what kind of business Jean was into. He offered her a phone number and told her to give him a call if she ever found herself in Paris. On her last trip, she received a proper introduction into his little world.
Jean was a playboy. A man in his mid-forties, evident from the few grey hairs he had in his beard. Tall and skinny, he always dressed in designer suits and wore gold jewelry. Lauren teased him that he looked like a gangster. On a date together, he revealed his side of business as a financial backer for a Hollywood studio. Where his money came from was a mystery to her. It would not be until talking with Julia that Lauren learned that Jean had family connections in real estate across Europe. It was none of her business to poke around for the funny details. Lauren had seen men like him before, who lived in luxury with a penthouse suite and limitless funds to indulge in a lifestyle of excess. She assumed there were other models before her and some who would come after, but her name was in his book. On one cold winter afternoon, Lauren had the man all to herself in his personal quarters.
That was a fun memory she could not forget. Jean complimented her gold hoop earrings that night along with the black high heels she wore. The man had taste for glamour, she thought to herself. Their date continued on into a night of hot lust. Thinking about that night, Lauren felt a desire deep down. Much time had passed since the last time she was in the company of a man. Her sensual needs were specific. A man like Jean was her type, one who took his time with back and forth pleasure. There was no need to use any sex toys, not when she could wrap her fingers around a thick and veiny long cock. If eyes were a window into the soul, she could see directly through Jean's chestnut brown eyes. He liked to get nasty. That was the impression she had from witnessing all the grins he would make. Jean called her exquisite, something Lauren remembered him by.
The more she thought about him, several ideas began to run through her mind. Without a moment to unwind herself, Lauren began to wonder if Jean would be down for some partying. Of course, there was a risk involved. She was not the only model in his contact list, but Lauren had to consider herself special since she was rarely in France. Stepping out of the bathroom, she crashed on the bed to clutch her phone. Multiple notifications were visible across the home page. She swiped her right hand index finger to clear online notifications related to her social media accounts. There was no need to waste time checking in online while she was alone today. Bringing up the contact list, Lauren cracked a small grin while scrolling through and finding Jean's name. It sat next to Julia Rose. Laughing to herself, Lauren found it hilarious that Julia was not here to share any fun. If all went well, today was going to be a wild ride.
'I remember Paris in 2019. Do you? XoXo'
Finishing the quick text message with a heart emoji, Lauren tapped the screen to send it. She dropped the phone back on the bed, not expecting a quick response back. Her eyes scanned across the bedroom, focusing on the phone sitting on the right-side nightstand. She was tempted to grab it and make a call to room service when the notification sound went off on her phone. Reaching to grab it from the bed again, Lauren tapped the screen, and then Jean began to call her before she had even read the text message. Smirking, she thought to herself that someone appeared to be excited.
"Hey..."
A one-word introduction was all Lauren had to do when she answered the phone. "Long time no see, sexy lady. How's it going?"
Giggling at his response, the sound of his French accent was a breath of fresh air.
