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 series is written for my friend Breadloaf. The celeb choice; plot and setting were entirely his idea. Thank you to him for allowing me to share this with you all!
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Miami, Florida
Wind blew through the darkness on a rainy midnight evening across town. Lights shined like glitter across downtown Miami through the night for anyone who was looking down from a window in a tall building. Hannah Ferguson studied her reflection for a moment with the glare of lights above her head. She could still see the black of night from the window, with the lights of another hotel building in clear view. Further down, she could see the streets lit up with pole lights and cars passing through. No matter what hour of the night, Miami was active through the passing hours. She licked her lips and studied her reflection one last time, running her left hand through her hair to make sure it was fixed properly. Shadows moved behind her, the reflection casting dark colors with people coming and going.
A private party was arranged across town in the name of Gold Modelling. The guest list included only employees and models signed on record with the company. Since she was the latest addition to the roster, Hannah received an early invitation four days in advance. Her old friend Sheffield had told her that the only women at the party would be the models signed on record. That gave her the impression that there would be more to this party than simply champagne and finger foods. Her agent, Jeff, had made a point to tell her that he would not be attending the party. Hannah guessed that he felt guilty for cheating on his girlfriend with her. It was an ego boost for her to know she had that effect on a man. Jeff was easy to put under her thumb on that first day. Since then, he had become somewhat distant from her and only wanted to engage in a working relationship. No friends with benefits or any favors on the side
If she wanted to, Hannah could have teased Jeff. She easily guessed that she was a more skilled cocksucker than the woman he was in a relationship with. Priding herself on such dirty pleasures, she could have asked him if his girlfriend knew the act of ball surfing. That was one of many things Hannah took pride in knowing. The way she made that man moan and blow his load all over her face, she knew that he was not getting that same level of satisfaction from his girlfriend. Whatever the case, he was not here tonight and was merely an afterthought to her. It did not matter that she had not been with a man since that night. The single life gave such privileges that a one night stand could come and go with no strings attached. Sheffield informed her that at a party like this, the company CEO would be present. Hannah had yet to meet the man known as boss around Gold Modelling.
Martin Lewis was a name that had to carry some level of recognition inside the fashion industry. He became the CEO of Gold Modelling Company after purchasing the company two years prior. His family had connections in the oil industry with two companies that had made them a fortune in the billions. A forty-one year-old man with no family to tie him down, trying to branch out and run his own business. This wasn't his first attempt at running a company as a CEO. His father had gathered a team of business partners around him who had mentored Martin through his twenties and thirties. Everything relied on the fact that he was not tied down to a family to take care of. The man was on a mission to prove himself and gain some status in the world. Wherever that may come from, it would not be tied to his family's legacy in oil. That job was reserved for his brother, who followed their father's footsteps.
Hannah knew nothing about Mr. Lewis, as she referred to him in the conversations with Sheffield. The old man told her a few stories, saying that he was a man who liked to stay in the background of a business. A boardroom ran the day-to-day innerworkings of the company, with Martin's stamp of approval as the final decision. Sheffield did tell Hannah one small detail that intrigued her upon referencing what he called a 'Malibu lifestyle' for the man. Since he had no wife or family at home, it made sense to Hannah that the man fancied himself as a playboy. She knew agents and other men working in modeling agencies who liked to sleep around and enjoy a wild lifestyle. The same could not be said for a CEO of sorts. She was already imagining him to be some mysterious figure before arriving at the party a few hours later.
Martin Lewis was a ghost, nowhere to be seen through the many rooms of a luxury penthouse suite. Was this even his place of residency? Hannah's mind wandered with many questions about this mysterious man. She was not the only woman in attendance tonight, as the other models filed through the front doors within the first hour of the party. Her one-piece black, strapless dress hugged all her curves, raising her breasts with a heavy cleavage. Red was her choice of lipstick for the evening. Black stilettos were the last piece of her outfit, leaving Hannah content without bringing a purse along with her. Other models dressed similarly to her, as if they were aiming to impress the CEO whenever he decided to arrive. She exchanged smiles and shook hands with other girls and some men at the party. A glass of wine was served by a butler in a white tuxedo. Other than that cold beverage, Hannah had not indulged in any party favors offered.
The party had been relatively tame so far. No drugs, at least not visible. Hannah remembered her days in Los Angeles, where she had been to parties where coke was passed around and other drugs were consumed as 'party favors'. A man created music all by himself, sitting at a grand piano in the living room. His style of play had a jazz flavor, setting a more relaxed mood for the party. It was nothing like the upbeat electronic and hip-hop music Hannah had heard from parties in the past. As she stood there, still studying her reflection from a window, the piano keys chimed in the distance in a slow groove. Voices were heard chattering and laughing from behind her, but she paid them no mind. When she finally turned around, Hannah's eyes scanned across the room. She had to guess that some agents had arrived at the party after seeing men in suits accompanying some models. It was just a subtle reminder that Jeff had a built-in excuse not to bother showing up.
Cream-colored wallpaper covered nearly every wall of the penthouse suite, except for the kitchen. The carpet-covered floor became a pattern of white tiles when stepping into the kitchen. Hannah did not put much thought into the interior decorations. The longer she observed the living room, she noticed the lack of any personal photographs hanging in frames or other such decorations that someone would put on display if this were their true home. That was enough to tell her that Mr. Lewis had only rented this suite for the party. A man like him most likely resided in a mansion, or so she thought. By the time he finally arrived at the party, the atmosphere had entirely shifted. Everyone in the living room became aware that someone important had arrived as silence fell over the room. The piano player stopped temporarily before shifting keys across the instrument to play a slow series of riffs. An entrance song for the man of the hour.
Heels were heard clacking through the moment of silence. Martin Lewis did not enter the party alone. A tall woman with brunette hair brushed against his right side. A silky black dress with a snake-skin pattern hugged her curves, revealing her legs and feet pushed into a pair of high-heeled pumps. She turned her head, grinning as if the other guests were an audience to see her. When the woman stepped aside, Hannah got a good look at Mr. Lewis. His black hair was slicked back to reveal a slightly receding hairline. Grey lines were visible among his hair while his face was clean shaven. Dark eyes looked uninterested in the party as he stood quietly in a black pinstriped suit covering his slim build. A man approached him, raising his glass in a salute and whispering something. Martin Lewis did not react as he stepped away from his date and began to walk across the room. She soon followed behind him, just in time for another man to approach him.
"Good evening, Mr. Lewis. I can't believe I'm finally meeting you."
Not a word was spoken as the CEO waved his hand, dismissing the man quietly. He did not have to speak to get his point across. Hannah quirked her eyebrows at this sight. First impressions were hard to ignore. Martin Lewis radiated an aura of power and respect. It was amusing to see someone approach him and try to suck up to the man. He was quick to step out of the living room and wander up the metal staircase leading to the second floor of the penthouse. Hannah began to wonder if the woman he brought along with him was simply to ward off any suspecting models who may try to jump in bed with him. Judging by the look of the other woman, she was nothing to fear. She did not follow him upstairs initially, so that told Hannah they may not be as close as it seemed. Stepping closer to her, Hannah greeted the woman with a smile.
"Hi, nice dress you've got there."
The woman was caught off guard initially, returning a smile that flashed her full teeth.
"Thank you. You don't look bad yourself."
She spoke with a heavy accent. Hannah nodded before speaking again.
"I'm Hannah, a new model with the company. I don't think we've met before."
"You're new? So am I. My name is Alejandra, but friends call me Ale."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Alejandra."
"You are Hannah who?"
"Hannah Ferguson. Have you heard of me anywhere?"
Alejandra looked puzzled, leading Hannah to continue on.
"I've been in the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition four times."
She held up four fingers of her right hand, bragging. Alejandra's lower lip fell for a moment in an obvious shock before smiling.
