A/N: This chapter contains explicit sexual content!! Shanny, this one is for you baby girl!!
I walked into the Playboy studios as ecstatic as I'd ever been. I was going to be on the cover of Playboy. It really didn't matter that doing so cost me my 'relationship' with John. He caught feelings, he got caught up. Tough, he, unfortunately was not on that special list of people who held special places in my heart.
Cortes the photographer came up to me, "Layla?"
"Yes sir," I extended my hand to him, "pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," Cortes looked at her, "You are striking Layla."
"Thank you," I pushed my hair behind my ear. "I'm all yours."
"Stop teasing," Cortes said, "After I've seen you naked, I might have to take you up on it."
I laughed, "We'll see,"
"Well let's get started."
He led me in the studio and instantly I felt the nostalgia. The room was set up like a living room. The lace curtains hung over the window, the chandelier gave the room a homey glow. There was a fire place in the corner with a decorated mantel, though there was no fire and deep burgundy carpet, but the main fixture was the pool table in the dead middle of the room.
"Here's what we're thinking," I didn't need any explanation but I let him explain to me what he wanted me to do. "So go ahead and strip down and we'll get you set up."
I nodded and got stripped down to my birthday suit. I was going to have a fucking ball.
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"So what was your favorite pose?" Cortes asked as we looked over the shots at lunch time.
"Can I have a moment to think about it?"
"Yeah." He bit into his pizza, "I can't lie, you are the fastest wrap we've ever had. I mean most times we're snapping way into the night but you? Shit you made the shit look so natural."
I shrugged, "I did work for a modeling agency in New York."
"Really?" he asked, "Which one?"
"Collens and Associates," I shrugged, "They were like family to me."
"I've heard of them," he looked at me, "So don't dodge my questions Ms. Layla," he smiled, "which was your favorite?"
I thought about it, "I honestly have to say I have two?"
"Really, which two?"
"I really liked when you had me lying on the pool table with the triangle around my breast and the one with cue ball and the eight ball on my stomach and me lying down on the corner pocket."
He nodded, "Yeah my favorite too."
"Well it's been a pleasure,"
"Likewise Ms. Layla," he chuckled, "Likewise."
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John and I stood in the private locker room of DX as he tried to talk some 'sense' into me about posing in Playboy.
"So you're going to show your ass to the whole world?" John asked me.
"How many times are we going to go through this John?" I asked him, "I was asked, I'm honored and I did it."
"And you don't find anything the least bit wrong with this?" he asked me exasperated.
"What's your problem with this?" I asked irritably. "Any other man would be honored to have a woman he was screwing on the cover of Playboy."
"Well I'm not any other man," then he caught on to all I had said, "I'm sorry--," he looked at me, "Did you just call yourself the woman I'm screwing?"
"Uh yeah," I stared at him with my best 'duh' look, "What did you think we were doing?" I asked him, "wrestling?"
"Layla—I," he just stared at me. I was shocked because it was the first time I'd ever seen John at a lost for words, "I thought you were, I was--," he looked at me and sighed hard.
I looked back; I would have no remorse for wanting good dick and staying around when it was provided. Not one time did we say we were being neither serious nor exclusive, so what was he moaning and stuttering about?!
"What's the matter John?" I asked him clipping a barrette in my brown hair to keep it back from my face. I began to apply make up, "Don't tell me you got caught up,"
"Got caught up?" He looked as if he wanted to shake the hell out of me, "Got caught up?" he looked at me again, the corner of his jaw ticking.
"Yeah caught up; you know whipped, sprung, pressed." I smiled at him, "Don't tell me you were getting ready to catch feelings for me, were you?"
"Layla, I--,"
"You're what?" I asked with a smirk, "pussy whipped?" I shook my head with a laugh, "Don't worry you aren't the first one."
He looked at me. His blue eyes cold and hard, "You really are the cold hearted bitch Kevin thinks you are, aren't you?"
Hearing him say that nearly made my heart stop. Kevin called me a cold hearted bitch?! Cold hearted I could deal with, but bitch? What had I done to him to make him think that, much less say it? I did all I could to make him feel comfortable, shit I got him a job!! I would deal with that tall motherfucker later. But this battle between John and I was just heating up.
"Cold hearted bitch huh?" I looked at him through the bathroom mirror. "Is that what you think?"
"No--,"
"No it must be what you think because you said it. I'm a cold heart bitch?" I asked him. See I had a way of flipping the script on people to get myself out of shit. You can fuck with me, not the mistress honey!! "When did I become this cold hearted bitch? When it was I was sucking your dick? What it when you had my clit in your mouth? When you were bending my ass over the benches in the locker room? Or was it the time that you had me against the wall of the weight room of the gym when you knew my click was next door? Talk to me John,"
"Layla,"
"Do you remember that one John?" I walked up to him seductively, "Do you?"
"Yeah Layla," he said, "I remember."
I smiled; I knew the boys would be there any minute, "Want to do it again?"
"Layla," he looked at me like he could've shaken the hell out of me at that moment, "focus."
"Oh I'm focused alright," I walked up to him, a sexy lope. I put my hand on his crotch, just what I thought.
He grabbed my arms, "Layla I'm not going to do this with you. I refuse to be your man-whore."
"I'm not asking you to be," I sucked on his bottom lip, "I'm just asking you to fuck the shit out of me," I looked at him with smoky green eyes, "not so hard." I reached in his gym shorts to grab his crotch again, "Actually,"
That must've been the straw that broke the camels back because the next thing I knew he was throwing me back against the wall.
"Is this what you want?" he hissed at me.
"You're fucking right it's what I want," I wrapped my legs around him, "now give it to me."
I knew there would be nothing romantic about this and that was fine, I didn't need it to be. I wanted to see him at his best, raw and almost sadist! He pulled my lace thong to the side shoving his finger inside of me.
"You like it?" he slammed me against the wall, "Answer me." he hissed.
"Mmm," I moaned, "Damn baby I love it."
His jaw tightened as he continued to ram his finger inside of me. I knew part of this was pain; he was hurt by the things I said to him and was taking it out on my body. Didn't phase me a bit, this was John at his emotional but sexual best.
He slammed me against the tile again; I knew my spine would bear the bruise later but fuck it I didn't care. I wanted to feel him inside me and I told him so.
"Fuck me," I whispered in his ear, "hard."
When he entered me it was like be impaled on a hot rod, no pun intended. It was like he was splitting me into but fuck if I cared. I ground my hips on his as he slammed me against the wall. I knew my boys were due any minute but fuck them too. I was owed this.
"That's it," I groaned as my spine cracked the wall again, "fuck me big boy. Take it,"
He went for gold then, I was slamming against that wall so hard that I honestly thought we were going to go right through it. My thighs felt like they were going to separate from my body he was drilling me so hard but I didn't stop me from encouraging him. He came so hard that it hurt, a good hurt but it hurt!
"I don't care how many men see you," he hissed in my ear, "None of them will ever fuck you like this!!" he let me go and I slid to the floor.
He pulled his shorts up and left the room silently. It was the first time in my life where I think I actually cared about a man's ego. Suddenly I felt something trickling down my thighs. I smiled when I thought about how it must be John's nut. I looked down and saw something that scared me to death, blood!!!
A/N: Now Ms. Shanny, care to venture a guess as to what happened there?!