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Raw Satisfaction Ch 02

Raw Satisfaction Ch 02

by cadeauxxx
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Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

This story was a request from my good friend Angry Dutchman. The celeb choice and themes came from him, enjoy!

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Miami, Florida

The black surface of the coffee table became hidden with rows of white square photos lined in five rows. All of them were the same size, with a smaller picture in the middle. Polaroid instant film prints made for good souvenirs as evidence of successful photoshoots. Nicola Cavanis was seen in all the photos, modeling a different outfit in most of them. Axel stood in front of the table, studying the pictures. He recently purchased a better camera to take still shots without needing to rely on his trusty camcorder. Two weeks had passed since he met Nicola and began this new job as her photographer. She stayed in Miami to keep in close contact with him and the other man he lived with. The working relationship was blossoming into a friendship that Axel found himself wanting more of.

As his eyes scanned the photos another time, Axel thought about Marcel. None of this would've ever been possible without his guiding hand. What little he knew of Marcel's past was not in question, as Axel was now seeing how the man knew how to lead. In many ways, he was like a father figure to him. The past few weeks served as a solid reminder of why he looked up to him. Marcel spent much of his time with Nicola, leaving Axel to guess if and when they would announce a relationship to him. It would be slightly deflating to think about this newfound friendship and job he had with her. The feelings he had for her were growing each day. Axel wanted to be more than just a photographer and cameraman. His hopes of dating her were at an all-time low, seeing the way she looked at Marcel.

It would be an egregious assumption on his part if Marcel wasn't trying to date Nicola. Or so Axel quietly thought to himself. He wanted her. Some years had passed since his last longterm relationship. Nicola gave him better feelings than any of the girls from his college years. There was something about her that he felt made them a good match. Today was far from the only time he studied the finer details printed in her polaroid snaps. The better quality was on the screen of his laptop, but he still appreciated the view in smaller, dark lighting. While Axel was busy looking at the photographs, Marcel was in the bathroom combing his hair. His spirits were high, to the point where he saw no use in looking at the gray hairs he had earned in life. Normally, he would take a few glances at them while preparing for the day.

Not anymore. Whatever insecurities he had since retirement had washed away in the past week. A renewed purpose in life was the best motivation to forget the blues of yesteryears. After his retirement, Marcel struggled to find something to look forward to in life. He had something now with Axel and Nicola. He seen himself as a guiding figure to help both of them along the way. In his eyes, Axel was a young man who just needed some motivation and aspiration to enjoy life. Nicola was more than just a pretty woman. Without her, Axel would still be aimless in life. Marcel understood the value of having her around. While he had personally enjoyed intimacy with her, it was Axel he was more concerned about. Marcel wanted to see the young man do something with his future. He had the chance with Nicola, but he lacked the self esteem and motivation to go the extra mile chasing her.

It was clear to see from his perspective. All the years of working as a detective had given him the experience to read people. Everyone had problems they kept to themselves. Hidden beneath the surface of someone his own age, Marcel had his regrets and failures in life. The divorces were the last thing he cared about. Lack of family had made him a lonely man until he met Axel. This was the closest he would ever get to having a son. Two years from now, he would be fifty years of age and he believed it was too late. Nicola looked at him romantically. It was something he could clearly see in her eyes when they were alone together. Marcel knew better than to involve himself like that with her. It would be better for her to hook up with Axel if she was truly seeking a relationship. This was something he knew was better for her.

After getting dressed in the bedroom, Marcel thought more about the situation with Nicola and Axel. The past week had been productive with her modeling in various new outfits. She launched her FansOnly page and instantly gained the attention of several modeling companies she was already connected to. Marcel couldn't navigate the internet with much expertise. It was a young man's game, and in one area, Axel won in competition of the two. So far, Nicola trusted telling Marcel the finer details about how her social media accounts worked and the management efforts by her agent. All Marcel had to do was pass that information to Axel, making him more eager to outdo the person getting paid to help her. Money was not the only motivating factor for Axel, and that became clearer with each passing day.

The last photoshoot was two days ago. Nicola modeled in colored bikinis and crop tops sent to her by a fashion designer in the US. With her current location in Florida, the shipping times were faster than they would've been if she were still at home in Germany. She didn't have a hairdresser or someone to do makeup, leaving it all to herself. Nicola made use of her hotel room for one photoshoot. Marcel suggested that they mix up the locations to make decent background imagery. Axel had an idea to use a swimming pool as a proper backdrop. Nicola agreed, going as far as to say that some videos in the water would add variety to the content she was uploading online. The only problem was finding a pool that could be closed off to the public to give them privacy for an hour's worth of filming and photographs.

Those were the days Axel needed to be spending with her and no one else. One way or another, Marcel knew he had to figure out how to leave them alone together. If Axel had a boost of confidence, maybe that would motivate him more so. As the morning hours rolled by, Marcel thought more about it. He shared lunch with the young man without much conversation between them. They talked about the things that didn't matter: back pains, the weather, and their current dread for the blazing summer that awaited them. It wasn't long before his phone began to vibrate and make the dinging sound of a text notification. That could only be one person reaching out to him. Marcel knew it was her before he grabbed his phone. He kept it in the bedroom, but Axel clearly heard the sound and knew he would be leaving to see her soon.

"Another date with Nicola?"

Axel asked without hesitation. Marcel shook his head.

"Not today. I think she needs a break from seeing me. I'm going out to get groceries, you want anything special?"

He went to shake his head, then stopped and raised a finger.

"Actually, now that I think about it, a big bag of Cheetos wouldn't hurt."

Marcel smiled, nodding at his friend before leaving. Grocery shopping was a convenient lie to get out of telling him that he was indeed on his way to meet up with Nicola. Their dates were becoming every other day when they weren't consecutive. Marcel grabbed his wallet, keys, and phone before heading out the door. A pair of sunglasses waiting for him back in his car that sat nearby. His phone began ringing in the pocket of his pants as he walked to the shiny, metallic silver Pontiac. It was her calling.

"Hey, sorry if I'm bothering you. I just wanted to call in case you didn't get my text."

"I got it. I was heading out the door to meet with you."

A giggle was heard through the phone.

"Oh, that's just wonderful. Do you want to go out for lunch?"

"I just had lunch with Axel, but sure. Text me where you're at, and I'll meet you."

"Sounds like a plan."

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2 HOURS LATER

A drive across town in the middle of the day was nothing for Marcel. He had driven countless miles through the years over those paved roads. No GPS was needed in his old car, as he knew just where to go as if he were still sitting behind the wheel of a department issued undercover unit. Some things never changed as time went on. He wasn't a cop anymore, but Marcel still looked at things as if he were one. Nicola wanted to meet at a local mall downtown, where there was a Burger King on the upper floor. He found it amusing that of all the places to eat out, she chose fast food over an expensive restaurant. She was all smiles, walking around in a pair of denim shorts that showed off her lovely legs and a white crop top that exposed her stomach. The first thing she commented on when they met was that Marcel's white shirt and blue jeans were a match with her clothes. That was her way of saying this was officially a date without outright calling it that.

"You look a lot more relaxed since the first night I met you."

Nicola smiled, glaring her pretty teeth. When she showed joy in her face, it was in such a way that Marcel almost felt his heart melting. He sat across from her, watching as she twirled a French fry between the index and middle fingers of her right hand.

"I guess I am. I wasn't expecting to meet someone like you in town."

"Strangers come in high and low places."

She nodded, feeding the fry into her mouth and eating it. He grabbed his drink, sipping from the straw as she carried on the conversation.

"I've been wondering some things about you, Marcel. Can I ask you something personal?"

Pulling the straw from his lips, he swallowed his drink and replied.

"Sure. What's on your mind?"

"You used to be a cop, so I have a lot of questions I could ask you that I'm curious about."

Her eyes fell to the table, glancing over the fries at the end of the carton. Marcel sat there, waiting for her to look back at him with those gorgeous emerald hues. She played with another fry between her lips before carrying on.

"You were a detective, right?"

"That is correct."

"For how long?"

"Too long, you could probably say. I did twenty-six years for the MDPD."

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Nicola raised an eyebrow, obviously impressed by his answer.

"Wow. I hope I can go that long modeling."

Marcel smirked.

"You'll make a lot more money than I did."

She smiled, holding back a laugh.

"I take it that you arrested people."

He nodded.

"Yeah. I was in uniform with a squad car for four years before I made it to detective. I arrested a lot of people before and after."

"So that means you know how to restrain someone before slapping on the handcuffs?"

Once again, he nodded at her. It was a funny question, Marcel thought to himself. He watched Nicola twirl the fry before eating it. When she dropped her eyes from him, he expected her to shift the conversation to another topic. The topic of his career brought up the chance for him to make up tall tales to fill her ears. There were a lot of former cops who liked to give people bullshit stories about the badge and glory. Honesty was harder to come by. The simple fact was that much of the job was boring day-to-day work that took a mental toll as the years passed by. Her eyes shifted back to him with a curious expression, and then Nicola had another question for him.

"What kind of detective work did you do?"

"I worked mostly in homicide. Before that, I was in the property crime unit."

"Oh, so you were the murder police."

"That's right. I saw way more death than a person needs to see. The last decade of my career, I worked in an organized crime unit. So the bodies I was getting to look at were usually of bad people."

She grinned, looking obviously impressed by his admission. For a moment, he had to wonder what was going through her mind. He wanted to believe that since she was not American, maybe she saw the honor in the work he used to do.

"I bet you could write a good book with all your stories. Something like the TV shows cops do after they retire. I've watched some of those shows when I've been bored in my hotel room."

He chuckled, holding himself back from laughing louder. She meant well in her words, but Marcel found it funny. The only time his name was ever in the news as a cop, it was the incident that forced his retirement. Just the thought of a disgraced detective on a true crime show made him laugh. Now was the time to change topics and shift their talk to something else.

"If I wrote a book, it would be pretty boring. The work we do isn't all that fun and exciting as they make it out in TV shows and movies. Those retired officers you see on TV? They usually had some big story to break. I didn't get lucky like that. No big fish. No drug lords or bank robbers for me to look at in the morgue, but plenty of other bad people. Besides, I doubt those guys are talking about all the paperwork and time spent riding a desk."

Grabbing his drink, he took another sip from the straw.

"Since you asked me some personal questions, I want to return the favor."

Nicola raised her left hand, holding up her index finger to stop him.

"Wait! Just one more question about you being a cop!"

"One more?"

"Yes, please!"

She grinned as if she were about to laugh, flashing her teeth at him. Marcel raised his eyebrows and nodded, giving in.

"Alright, just one more. What do you got for me?"

"Do you still have your handcuffs?"

That question caught him off guard. Marcel began to realize she was hinting at something more than simply asking about his life. The look she gave him was enough to tell.

"Maybe. Maybe not."

Giggling at him, Nicola shook her head.

"I'll take that as a yes."

All he could do was smirk back at her. She grabbed a paper towel and wiped her hands clean, then got up from where they were seated.

"Is that it? I don't get to ask you any questions back?"

"Not here. I'd rather we be alone if you're going to ask me something personal."

Marcel got up with the tray of their few leftovers and drinks. Nicola walked beside him as he disposed of it in a trash can near by. She used a hand sanitizer station near the wall to scrub her hands. Marcel followed after her. As he scrubbed his hands, she spoke again.

"Give me a ride back to my hotel, and I'll answer any questions you have for me along the way. Let's pretend you still have a police car."

"Cops usually don't do interrogations in the back of cars."

"But you're not a cop anymore, right? And besides, you were a detective, so that means you don't always do things by the book."

Raising her eyebrows, she smirked playfully at him. He loosened up, grinning back at her as she turned and began to strut out of the doors. Marcel studied the curves of her ass in the tight shorts she wore. As they stepped out of the doors, she glanced behind her right shoulder to see his eyes on her bum. A cute smirk ran across her lips, as if she knew just what she was doing by saying the right things to tease this man. It was a long walk out of the wall and back to the parking lot. The cool breezes felt inside disappeared instantly in the smoldering daylight heat. Nicola placed her hands behind her back, gesturing in a pose like she was under arrest as she pranced to the passenger side door of his Pontiac.

"Are you going to read me my rights, detective?"

"Not today, pretty lady. Get in the car."

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Together, they opened the doors, climbed in, and fastened their seat belts. Marcel cranked the engine and shifted gears to pull out of the parking lot.

"So what do you want to ask me?"

Marcel waited until he moved the car into traffic, settling comfortably on the streets. Nicola sat back, patiently awaiting whatever questions he had for her.

"I was wanting to ask, what do you think of Axel?"

"Oh, Axel..."

She clearly wasn't expecting him to begin by asking about the other man in their friendship.

"He's very talented. My agent thinks he must be a Hollywood photographer with how he handles the cameras. Have you seen how he zooms in and does it without any shaky cam effects?"

"Yeah, I've seen it."

"I love working with him. He's a better photographer than he thinks. Much better than some of them with big jobs at studios, and he doesn't need a group of people to do the production work after he's done."

"Yeah, he's a one man show. He loves working with you too, I can say that. He likes you."

"He likes me?"

"Yes, he does."

A red light halted the car behind a white van. Marcel took the momentary stop to glance over at her face. She appeared to be surprised.

"You can't see it? The way he looks at you shows strong feelings. It's the look a man gives a woman when they have a crush."

The light flashed green, prompting Marcel to resume driving forward. Nicola waited before responding to Marcel.

"I guess I never noticed it until now. How does it make you feel though?"

"What do you mean how I feel?"

Nicola sighed.

"You don't see Axel as competition to you?"

Despite driving, Marcel shook his head. He turned the steering wheel to move the vehicle down another street.

"No, I don't."

"He likes me, but I like you, Marcel. If I had to pick between the two of you, I've already made my choice."

"Nicola, listen to me. I'm old enough to be your father."

"You told me that the night we met."

"And I'm telling you again, cause it's a fact. I've already seen enough of life. You and Axel haven't lived as long as me. He's a better match for you than I could be."

"Maybe I like older guys. You know more than he does."

"I can show him a thing or two, just like I've done for you."

She laughed, shaking her head again. Marcel continued to drive as she sighed. He could sense the disappointment in her, but the way she was giggling told him something else. Maybe she would listen to his advice. Silence fell in the car, leaving Marcel to think that she must have been considering his words. This ride would soon come to an end, as the distance to her hotel was not far.

"I was thinking you would ask me something kinky since I asked about the handcuffs."

"You want a kinky question?"

"Yes, I do. I was hoping we could have sex tomorrow."

Marcel smirked before responding.

"Well, alright then. Tell me something, Nicola. I want to know what kind of wild fantasies you have. On a scale of 1 to 10, give me something close to a 10 that you've always wanted to do but have never tried. Don't be afraid to tell me something wild."

"That's a pretty big question for me."

"Yeah, but I'm still asking. Give me your wildest fantasy that you want to try."

Biting her lower lip, Nicola purred a soft moan. Another red light stopped the car momentarily. She still had not replied by the time Marcel sped away. Not until they approached the parking lot of the hotel did she finally begin to speak again.

"I've always wondered what double penetration feels like. I guess that's the dirtiest thing I can think of."

He blushed at her filthy confession. He hoped she was truthful, for this would be a grand opportunity for involving Axel in a way that didn't involve the use of cameras.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

She took a deep breath as he slowed down to pull the car into a space in the parking lot. Nicola carried on speaking.

"When I first started modeling, I stayed in a hotel back in my home country. I was in Berlin with another girl who was staying in a room across from me. She invited two guys back to her room. They were friends, I think. I remember stepping out of my room, and I could hear them going at it. You could hear it all the way down the hall. The way she screamed excited me. It wasn't just her. The men were moaning too."

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