Nars sat on his couch with a blank expression on his face. So much had gone on the previous two days that he didn't know where to start. Only a day before, his relentless boss had told him to prepare the studio for a shoot of Vanessa Minnillo, only to text Nars later that it was canceled. It was a confusing turn of events for the young photographer, who had already fudged a moral line in his dealings with Isabel.
The portfolio from his shoot with the Argentinean stunner still lay on his table, unmoved and daunting as ever. It shone ever so slightly and in Nars' mind, seemed to be staring at him. There was a roll of film within it that held the key to Newton's dreams of a GTM empire. Only it was done in such a way that intimidated Nars to a point of inaction. He only hoped to placate his boss now.
The dirty dishes still sat in his sink. The smell from Aubrey's failed cheese dip wafted towards him with each swirl of his fan. It was so strong and vile that Nars began to look around for options. Maybe a walk or something would clear his head, he imagined.
One more scent of the smell pushed him to his feet and out the door. Nars grabbed his coat on the way, and upon opening the door was relieved to smell the fresh air. The air swirled around in gusts- masses of leaves rolled over the deserted street ahead, in fact the sweet air hit his nostrils in the way only it can before a huge storm looms.
The darkness of the day was surprising to Nars- he was used to much cheerier weather, especially for late May. The way the stark American flags waved in the wind was startling. Still, such days did not come around often for him- he had no work, no responsibility to work, and essentially nothing to think about except for the ten grand hidden under his bed.
Nar's neighborhood lacked sidewalks, and as a result, neighbors did not really meet each other; people had to walk in the streets themselves, and on a gloomy day like this, he appeared like a downtrodden figure on a hopeless path. His feet carefully moved ahead, always sure to avoid the cracks on the side of the street.
At that moment, a series of raindrops whizzed by his ears and hit the street, making the dull concrete a darker shade. A steady downpour enveloped the street as trees began to sway violently. The searing wind ripped at his body, exposing him to the growing storm. Soon his head was blasted by a flurry of moisture, soaking his face and obscuring his vision.
"Just my fucking luck," he said, wiping off his face. His tan skin was soaked to the very pore. He felt a few drops slide down his nose, and he knew he had to look like a total mess.
Drawing his slick hair back on top of his head, Nars had had enough. He traced his feet along the curve of another endless street, one that would meander its way back to his house. At this point, he did not care if it took him a while to get home. At some point, a wet man can't get much wetter.
At fifteen minutes from his house, a sexy BMW Z4 Roadster sped by him and kicked a swath of mud onto his path. The chrome wheels screamed and clung to the road tightly as it roared by. Nars jumped in surprise- it was rare for anyone to drive in his lonely neighborhood, much less a car like that. All too soon, the blur disappeared, and he heard it a few seconds later shift into a different gear, much like the sound of a whining devil.
To Nars' surprise, the same car was parked in his driveway upon his arrival. The well-formed curves of the automobile were sensual in nature and seemed completely out of place on his humble, cracked driveway. Its blue coat sparkled in the still-misting rain as droplets ran down its sides.
He couldn't remember seeing such an expensive automobile- the sight of it being in his driveway utterly mystified him. Nars shuffled forward slowly. He peered at the tinted windows, but only his miserable reflection stared back. He couldn't tell if anyone was in the car at all—
"Hey? Excuse me, who is this?" He asked, tapping on the glossy window.
There was no response. Nars shrugged- he figured maybe a neighbor had parked in his driveway on accident, or perhaps there was a party next door. However, no music could be heard, and his neighbor on that side was an elderly gentleman who had never strayed in any way, only to chat with him sometimes in the yard. Surely no one the old man knew drove a powerful machine like that!
He opened his front door slowly- the doorknob moved too easily. Shit! Nars realized in his haste to escape the cheese dip he had forgotten to lock the door.
The door clumsily shut behind him, and this time he made a point to lock it. The bolt made a satisfying click and fit snuggly into place. He made a mental note to not leave his door unlocked, especially with shady characters like Dwayne, Rod, and Phillip now in his life.
"God that sucked," he said with a tiny chuckle, wiping the wet hair out of his eyes. His fan still spun lazily, only this time it reminded him of his soaked state as he felt goose bumps on his limbs. He felt another wave of air hit his exposed skin, making his situation all the more unbearable.
Nars shuddered slightly as he walked into his bedroom. At least he would be able to change into a nice, dry set of clothes and go from there. It wasn't like he had anything to do anyways. In fact, he hoped to catch an NBA playoff game as they were very entertaining to him.
Kobe is so close to getting his fourth ring, he thought, although LeBron may end up being better. Really if you think…
All those thoughts vanished from his mind as he saw the figure lying on his bed. It was the ever beautiful Isabel María Muñoz, and she looked as relaxed as could be sprawled out on her back. On his bed!
"I needed to talk to you! Come here," she said sweetly, patting the bedspread beside her.
She was a visage of absolute perfection, her body covered in a dark blue lace garter set that was too sexy to put into words. It held her body in a way that oozed pure sex, a way that was cut for her body only. Without a doubt she knew her own sensual power, she had to!
Isabel's lithe legs were covered in pale blue nylon stockings that met the lace garter higher on her creamy thighs. And at the apex of her legs were her frilly panties. They looked simply delicious in the way they hid her pussy. Nars knew a tight, juicy pussy lay underneath the expensive underwear- and the way she held herself, she also knew it to be true.
Further up, above the girl's smooth stomach were the two most perfectly formed breasts Nars had ever seen. He stared at the incredible perkiness of them- how they completely filled out the lacey cups and pushed just a bit harder at the fabric, how they surely had plush nipples at their ends just waiting to be sucked. He imagined placing his face in the lavish space between them and her pushing them tightly against his face- it would surely be heaven.
Nars stood dripping in the doorway. He simply couldn't move. She was the last thing he had expected to see in his bedroom, and the outfit she was wearing made it even more preposterous. His fingers rubbed his weary eyes, and he blinked several times.
Isabel was still there, smiling at him faintly. Only he wasn't just looking at her face anymore.
It was like she had fallen straight from one of their previous photo shoots onto his bed. Looking at her, his cock twitched as blood pounded into it heavily. Within seconds he had an angry erection which strained against his pants.
"I said, come here!" She said this time more impatiently.
"Um—Isabel, what?"
She leapt to her feet, making her silken hair fall around her face. She was forced to push the hair up and up of her face, which struck Nars' as a cute gesture.
