Chapter 15 Raven Scorned
I am exhausted. A mere three hours of sleep is leaving me groggy and disorientated. The wedding and threesome afterwards has left me drained.
Light slowly starts to filter into the studio. The cot in the office is as uncomfortable as it looks and my back aches because of it. I lift myself off the cot, every muscle feeling as though it had been ripped apart the night before. Naked, I make my way out of the office across the unlit studio into the back bathroom.
The white tile floor of the bathroom is cold against the bottom of my feet. I reach into the shower, turning the faucet left as water sprays down out of the shower-head. The room begins to steam as the water turns hot.
I pull the curtain aside and step in, hot water cascading down my body. My head arches back as I enjoy the sense of relief and relaxation washes over myself.
I close my eyes and loose myself in the moment. I feel myself reaching down, taking my cock and hand, slowly stroking it as I feel myself harden with each stroke as the hot warm rains down on me.
Bang! Bang!
The sharp banging noise brings me back into the present as I let go my cock, quickly pulling the curtain aside. Moving out of the shower, I find my robe hung behind the bathroom door and make my way across the studio towards the front door.
Two figures come into view as I approach the entrance way.
Raven and her driver, Mark. Raven is a thirty-five-year old 5'6" model. Her jet black hair streaked with hints of red. Her curvaceous body highlighted by her 36 c cup breasts. She stands at my door in a black leather skirt, red leather jacket and just a black lace bra beneath.
I find it hard not to stare at her breasts as she waits impatiently for me to open the door.
I've known Raven for an incredibly long time but it has been a relationship that's been strictly professional as much as I would like it to be otherwise.
I reach for the lock on the door as our eyes meet, I smile sheepishly as I fully realize I'm only wearing a white terry cloth robe with my cock hard beneath.
Raven, without saying a word enters and walks past me as I hold the door open for the two. She is in the studio before the door closes behind Mark.
"Did you forget again our appointment this morning?" Raven questions.
"How could I ever forget about you." which is more than she could know as I try and adjust my robe.
Mark takes a seat in the office, magazine in hand to pass the time. Raven looks through the rack of outfits for the morning shoot.
"I think you look perfect in that now" I comment.
"You always do" Raven quickly glances back before pulling a white South Seas blouse off of a hanger.
Raven removes her jacket, placing it over a chair as she slips the white ruffled blouse on. Leaving the top few buttons undone she remarks "Don't you wish you could have this?" as she adjusts the top around her breasts.
I stand I silence as Raven hikes up her leather skirt just slightly before making her way past me towards the studio floor.
Walking over to a long panel of switches, I carefully illuminate the studio floor, Raven standing as if on cue in the center of the lights.
The last of lights is turned on as the large green-screen behind Raven is fully lit. The smell of Raven's perfume Euphoria fills the room.
The white blouse does little to hide the black lace beneath or the bump of her hard nipples against the fabric.
"I want it on the beach." Raven commands knowing the two distinct ways I will take her demands. I make my way over to a computer terminal and with a few taps on the worn black keyboard on the studio monitors where the green of the backdrop once was is now replaced with a tropical island beach, bright sunlight cascading across the water and white sands.
I reach for my camera, not wanting to miss a moment as Raven moves through a series of posses as if she were stranded on the beach. Her brown eyes never breaking contact with the camera lens.
The only sound is that of the shutter opening and shutting as each image is captured. I pause for a moment as Raven readjusts her top as I glance back at Mark making sure his attention is elsewhere.
Raven licks her lips sensuously for the camera as I document each moment. Raven pauses again, reaching behind her waist, unzipping her short skirt only to let it all to the studio floor. With her red 6" heels, she kicks her leather skirt towards me, standing now in a black lace thong pantie.
I feel my cock harden beneath my robe knowing that it is doing little to hide my growing erection.
Raven kneels down slowly spreading her legs apart for the camera, her gaze never faltering. She reaches up beneath the back of her blouse, unhooking her bra.
