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“The rest of world does, and that’s no shame, is it now?”
“No. I’m not ashamed at all, but you’ll sell the videos? To strangers?”
He shrugged. “Or give them away. Don’t worry, the demand is limited; you won’t be in theaters across the country—or even on the Internet. Though, I should think you’d make a perfect subject for a feature film, instead of some of the drivel that’s passed off as art these days.”
Tessa thought she could accept anything that Miles offered in their relationship, but she wondered at accepting this. Did he own her that completely? Did he have the right to display her body for all the world to see? It was a frightening thought.
“Get out of your mind and into your cunt, my dear,” he told her, whispering in her ear. His warm breath aroused her. “I can feel your body heat, and so can you. The very thought of making a X-rated movie is provoking all your immoral desires.” His hand pushed its way under her skirt and grabbed the flesh at her crotch.
She breathed deeply, realizing that he was right. “This is as obscene as anything I’ve ever done.”
“Good, then you’ll love it. Don’t try to deny what you feel because I know what it is. You can’t escape anything with me.”
That was true.
Miles sat down on the bed and brought her close to him. Raising her skirt, he pushed away her silky hair and began to finger her carefully. Pulling her to him, he licked the center of her sex, parting her labia to burrow deep within to her hidden clit. The hard bud protruded provocatively, now tender to touch. The way he held it open, even the air passing over it, made it sting. She jerked back, though he held her fast to his face with a firm hand planted on her sore behind. She quivered nervously, excitedly from head to toe, body seeking the satisfaction of a climax.
Unfortunately, the brief interlude was just a tease. Miles pulled down her skirt. “I have things to do,” he said. “Be good while Hector finishes getting ready.” He gave her a few patronizing pats on her bottom, then left the garret with Tessa standing beside the bed in stunned silence.
“Perhaps, you’d be more comfortable if you sat down,” Hector suggested, after the photographer noticed her frozen stance.
“Yes, I guess I would,” she replied, taking her seat on the velvety cloth that covered the bed. She felt the fabric against her legs, almost like satin would feel, inviting and sensuous. Sitting straight as a child might sit, her legs hung over the edge of the bed, not quite touching the floor. She put her hands in her lap politely, thinking that with all the lewd acts that she’d already performed in this place, she was feeling rather pristine, almost holy, like a virgin waiting to be violated by her husband for the first time. Then again, wasn’t every sex act a virgin experience? Wasn’t every escapade an awakening to something new?
“Relax, girl,” Hector said. He’d been staring at her while she waited in her virtuous repose.
Hector was the kind of man Tessa used to fuck—playful eyes, the sparkling smile,
the risqué Latin swagger in his hips. He’d be the kind to dance with her hips to hips, crotch to crotch, in lusty unison. She could get off just swaying against his protruding pouch of balls and cock. She’d feel his dick rising beneath his pants to meet her aroused mound, and they’d move on each other like lovers in bed.
Once, when she was in the cafe where she’d met Miles, a man like Hector, with the Hector kind of smile, unzipped his fly; and while the two were pressed together, surrounded by a crowd of frenzied dancers, he pulled her up enough to force his way inside her cunt. They’d fucked on the dance floor until she came, and he had shot his load inside her. Her mystery man left her after he was fully spent, without even telling her his name. But the memory of their scandalous liaison was one she’d never forget. The only thing that might have made it better, would have been a crowd that watched—so she imagined. As it was, only Martine noticed.
“Was he screwing you?” she’d asked her afterward.
“He came in me,” Tessa answered.
“You little whore!”
Tessa wasn’t sure why Martine thought it so obscene since it was something she would have done herself. Maybe she was jealous.
Hector would have screwed her in public being the kind of man who wouldn’t care who saw that pleasure was pleasure. Tessa read that in his heavy-lidded bedroom eyes.
Now, However, Miles was the only man who really turned her on. His essence was so much more formidable than any affable gentleman, and she needed his rough, wicked sense of deviance to bring out her own. The Hectors of the world were for the novices in sex, for women who like to be wooed. Miles would never woo her, not in any traditional way.
“So why do you do this?” she asked the man.
Hector smiled, eyes far away for just an instant, as if he were gazing on some pleasant memory. Looking back at her, “I suppose I do it because I don’t have the guts to do what Miles is going to do to you.”
“And what’s he going to do?” she asked.
“I’m not sure, I never am.”
“Have you videoed him with other women?”
“Half dozen, maybe.”
“So, I’m just another in a long string?”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
