Chapter Four: The Shoot.
Ella tipped her head back with a long sigh of relaxation and soaked her dark hair in the foamy bath water before smoothing it back over her scalp.
She had a lot on her mind right now.
Ending her relationship with Marc hadn't been as difficult as she'd anticipated. What had surprised her was that although he'd been shocked, she knew that was only because he'd expected her to be there for him until he disposed of her. He was so self obsessed like that, she thought. Things were moving forward for her in ways he'd never understand and would only hold her back.
But that was behind her now. She'd have no more silly or petty arguments to face and she had a shoot to look forward to. Life was moving forward and she didn't need anyone holding her back.
Not only that, her first shoot was this afternoon. It was her first real shoot for the agency, for a Middle East sponsor, she'd been told, not that she understood what they were sponsoring. Maybe they paid for the cameras or something, she figured, not that she cared. The amount she was being paid made her mind boggle.
It would have blown Marc's mind, too, if he knew, but this was going to be her money. Even more so now. The only downside to ending her relationship with him was the sex. The only place they were really compatible was in bed and it wouldn't be easy to find someone who could satisfy her the way he did.
Well, possibly with one exception.
She'd found herself wondering if Bruno would be photographing her again today. He might be the weirdest, strangest looking little man she'd ever come across, but their sex in the studio had been among the hottest she'd experienced for some time. If he was there, would he want to fuck her again? She chuckled to herself. She'd make sure he had no choice. She was the one in control here.
She thought of him again and slipped one hand under the water, finding her clit. She'd been with Marilyn a couple of times since their nuru massage, but it was a man she needed right now. And who would have imagined that the wiry, pointy nosed photographer would have her feeling like this? He would never in a million years been anywhere near her 'type', but yet there was something oddly attractive about him. Something very attractive in his pants too, she giggled.
Reaching for her little pink razor and the bottle of body wash on the edge of the bath, she curled one slender leg over the side of the tub and tipped some of the soapy liquid into her palm. Spreading the lather along her right leg, she went to work. A girl had to make sure she looked her best for her photo shoots, and for Bruno, she giggled.
Satisfied with the result, she switched legs and when she was finished, rested back in the tub for a few moments. The thought of funny little photographer had brought back happy, sexy memories of her first shoot with him and what happened afterwards.
God, she so needed to fuck...
Resisting the urge to touch herself, she pushed her hips forward so that her pubic mound rose above the bubble filled water. It was time to complete her task. Working a soapy lather into her thin hair, she used the razor in short strokes until she was smooth all over. Perfect.
When she was done, she ran her long fingernails across her silky skin, loving the soft feeling. They stayed there, lightly caressing her labia while she tried to resist the arousal building inside her, and heard her own moan echo around the bathroom as her fingers teased.
Resist? Why, she asked herself.
Her eyes closed as she began to tease her clit, and let herself revel in the sensations. That felt so good. Usually she needed to work herself up to it, but the thoughts that had been running through her mind already had her halfway there. She teased herself for a moment longer before working two fingers inside. She felt eager today.
The feeling of her palm against her newly shaved flesh nearly set her off. The sensations shooting through her body were wonderful. She held it back, briefly, savouring the anticipation as she began to finger herself. She adored those moments when she got herself to the brink and held herself there before letting go.
There was no way she could resist...
Clenching her teeth, she held back for as long as she could but then had to let go. When her climax broke, she let it wash over her before submerging her still shaking body happily back in the tub until she felt ready to face the day.
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Well, here she was. Back at the agency. In the make-up room.
The friendly receptionist had greeted her with another warm smile and, if Ella didn't know better, she was sure the attractive Latina's dark eyes had stayed on her ass as Roy had led her away.
She had been working out a bit more since she'd been awarded the modelling contract and the receptionist's sexy gaze reinforced that what she was doing was working. As a reward, she'd even given her an extra little sway of her ass as she'd walked off with Roy.
The larger than life make-up artist really was a genius at his work. She'd done everything she could to maintain her persona since the last visit to the studio, but once again he'd transformed her into a sexy vamp. Yet, this look was different again.
He'd applied a liquid eyeliner, but only the thinnest of lines to frame her eyes; a lipstick that was a couple of shades darker than her natural lip colour, making it appear as if her lips were a little brighter—as if they were tender and sore, he'd explained. Then he'd added a tiny bit of blusher so it made her look like she was actually blushing.
The look was perfect for today's outfit. She'd worn lots of costumes similar to this, of course—well, she was a party girl after all. But never one of a St. Trinian's school girl, and an exceptionally naughty looking one at that...
Roy was meticulous in his instructions as she'd dressed.
"Don't button up your top button, and open the one under it too so it shows a little cleavage. Roll the sleeves up to your elbows."
He was right, she knew. Little touches like that made all the difference in an outfit.
"It's okay to fasten the tie long, but the knot needs to be fairly big, and not right up to your collar. Pull it down a little. Make it look loose, a little tardy."
He sounded so cute with that lisp. When she thought about it, he really was quite attractive for an older man. It was a shame he was gay, she giggled to herself, but then she'd always liked a challenge.
He was happy enough with the short, navy blue pencil skirt. It barely reached the top of her thighs, and the thigh length black stockings—together with the shiny patent leather shoes—were the perfect accompaniment, even if the shoes did have a much higher heel than any school would possibly allow.
