Guilty Pleasures
by: Bronxhoney77xxx
Chapter 3
Disclaimer For The Whole Story: I don't own any of the characters in FFIV, so don't sue.
WARNING: A little hentai-ish but I woundn't have it any other way.
Important Words:
Honey Bee Inn Men's Magazine: Like a mixture of Playboy and Penthouse in their world.
Honeys: Equivalent of Playmates.
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Tifa nibbled on her lower lip nervously as she looked at the clock mounted on the wall across from her. It was almost two o'clock p.m. and she and Cloud specified meeting at Coastal Plains for lunch at one. But Vincent called her in to do a photoshoot as a personal favor, and how could she turn down a lifelong friend for some guy that did -in- fact kidnapp her?
She was in hair and make-up, looking like a brunette Pamela Anderson with all the make-up they caked on her. She wore a short dress that looked like a Santa outfit if he had long, slender legs, a double D-cup, and a size eighteen waist. It was tight, short, and showed way too much cleavage, and was the perfect attire for shooting the "Mizz Decemburr" photo in Honey Bee Inn Men's Magazine.
"All right honey, your done!" The make-up artist hired from MAC smiled approvingly at her work.
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Cloud walked in the set to see Valentine setting up the camera.
"Your late." Vincent hissed without looking at him.
Cloud waved a hand dismissively. He was pissed and irritated with EVERYTHING at the moment, and couldn't want to be anywhere else more. Tifa decided to blow him off, then rub it in his face deeper by not picking up her phone, and although he was tempted to go to her penthouse and drag her ass with him, he'd be damned if he sunk that low for her. By the time he was done with her, she'd be the one crawling for him like every other bitch.
The set was decorated like a lavish Christmas party: red walls, mistle toe, a Christmas tree, lights, and a velvet couch lining the wall. A shaggy black carpet lay in the middle of the wooden floor.
A couple things set off this "wholesome" holiday, and those would be the "Honey's" in thongs with
a Christmas bow on it and nothing else on. Sex toys littered the bottom of the tree. Cloud openly smiled. Now this, this was his type of environment. He averted his attention to the platinum blondes with a smirk that promised a little something for all of them if they played their cards right, and sat in the middle of them.
They fingered the rim of his black, satin boxers, the only clothing he had on, while shoving their silicone so if he wanted they would only be a hand or mouthful away. All the camera men, if they weren't drooling, where silently loathing this man and would've done anything just for one night in his shoes. As a girl was dropping a cherry in Cloud's mouth with such dramatic sexuality, Tifa walked in.
If she didn't think she had trouble walking in her stripper heels a second ago, somehow seeing those "hos" dripping off of him made her feel, half disgusted, and half longing to show him how much more she had to offer.
'I could do better.' Kept creeping into her mind.
Cloud got up slowly, never leaving the dead locked eye contest they seemed to be having. He strutted confidently over to her side.
"Hi, Tifa." He cooed softly.Tifa looked back at him with as much confidence and let a slow easy smile slip on her face, turned and with a flick of her lucious hair, walked over to the set. Once far enough from Cloud, she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"Alright, take your places." Vincent didn't have to shout. His presence was enough to get everyone settled.
Cloud walked over and grabbed Tifa's elbow and pulled her onto the carpet roughly with him.
"What do you think your doing?!" She seemed to be squeaking.
He ignored her comment and pulled her onto his lap. This was his job, and sometimes he couldn't thank God enough for what he's given him.
"The calendar, you see, will be better than you thought. I'm pleased to say the centerfold and inspiration of this whole set is..."
"You guys." Vincent finished for him.
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Vincent snapped away with the camera during the first hour of many long hours of shooting still to come.
"Tifa, Tifa please scoot closer to Cloud." Tifa gave a little pout and huffed a bit as Cloud just wrapped his arms around her tighter, trying to pull her closer to him through her stubborn resistance.
"If I scoot any damn closer to him, I'll be sitting right on top of, HIM." Tifa tried to pass of the blush as anger. For a moment Cloud wondered how a girl whose been in such raunchy magazines in the past could have such an innocent demure. But he knew she couldn't be. Cloud moved his hands till they were on the bottom of her inner thighs, and lifted her slightly then setteld her slowly, directly on top of his lap.
Tifa could feel his lengh against her thighs, and used all the self control she could muster not to roll her head back and sigh. Cloud couldn't help looking at the bittersweet bundle in his hand. There was just something undeniable about her. And he almost leaned down to kiss her, almost losing control of himself. Something he hasn't done since he first met her.
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After posing in several compromising positions on the couch, with buff men in little to nothing, and the occasional nothing, and several other positions that looked like she was having a one women show, she was back with Cloud on the soft velvet carpet. She hasn't seen him in 3 hours, his other shots were moved outside, in the chilly winter night air with the Honey's.
Cloud and Tifa were so close now he could smell her warm scent of cinnamon, and could feel her squirming around in his arms as the camra men where trying to place her legs and shoulders just so, so that the camera got as much ass and breasts showing. He was still wearing his black silk boxers from his previous shot with Tifa, although the pictures outside he got a little carried away and was in the buff with the Honeys, but Tifa was given a white bra and thong that sparkled when ever the light hit it right. It reminded him of snow and he guessed that was the angle they were going for. Above them hung a mistletoe.
"Alright, I suppose I don't need to tell you what to do, action!" Vincent ordered. He had a look of concern on his face, but before the mistletoe scene when Vincent pulled them both seperately aside to talk, and they both assured him that this wouldn't get out of control.
Cloud looked down with a serious expression etched on his face, as he stared at his childhood love. When he was younger, this was the moment he'd once dreamed of. He remembered sitting on the well alone every night no matter how bad the day at school was, and just praying one day to be with Teef. It was all innocent and part of him knew it might never get fulfilled, so he'd pray and wish harder.Now that it was finally happening, it didn't feel right.
He looked straight into Tifa's eyes and half expected to see a blushing Tifa. But she looked straight back at him with as much seriousness in her eyes. Her eyes held a sad, determined look all at once. In a split second they both cast away their thoughts, and no time for anything but reactions as he crushed his lips on hers, gently but hungrily.
He nibbled on her lower lip until she opened it just enough so he could slid his tongue into her hot mouth. She felt his warm tongue slid into her mouth greedily. She thought his kisses would be forced, or that he'd try and take advantage of her and this situation. But even though his kiss was deep, whenever she started to pull back from sheer hesitation, he would always back off the kiss a little and give her time to prepare herself mentally in between each breath. It was weird, with Kiley when they were just curious, horny preteens, she thought a kiss was a display that was purely sexual, to get you aroused.But with Cloud, she felt drunk in a sensual, out of mind way. She loved every second of it. She could feel her chest aching, like her heart was trying to be reached out to him. Whatever. He was just an attractive guy, ok, THE most attractive guy and she dismissed everything as being natural and what was wrong with getting drunk once in awhile? Apparently Cloud felt the same way.
This led them into a long passinate kiss, until his clothes were starting to feel heavy against his own skin, and whether or not everyone was watching, he wanted to devour her. After all, as models they had a job to make love to the camera.
He laid her on her back and pinned her hands above her head. He started kissing along her jawline and felt her writhing beneath him. His tongue found its way to a tender spot on the nape of her neck, and his lips joined in for a full assault. Cloud moved his hands lower to her waist whilst continuing his sweet torture on her lips, check, and neck. Cloud let his hands take action with what everything in his body felt at that moment...to make love. If you could call it that since at the moment the only thing they felt for each other was indifference, and lust.
He made a move to grope her breasts, something he'd realize he'd come to regret. As soon as he touched her sensitive skin there, she flinched and gave a whimper. He took this as a sign of encouragement and lifted his lust filled eyes to smirk at the expectantly lust filled ones of Tifa. Instead, she looked close to tears as he stared down at her, and just like that, the mood was killed.
As she made eye contacht with him, she felt the once forgotten feel of shame and guilt well up inside of her.
"Get off of me!" She squeaked when he faintly touched her check. The set was dead quiet
"Don't touch me. Don't look at me." She'd say between sob filled gasps quietly, to no one in particular. It was like she said these words before, like she was saying a mantra. It would've been inaudible to everyone if it wasn't for the fact that Cloud was so close to her.
She struggled to get out of Cloud's arms as he continued to hold her, puzzled and caught off guard. It looked as if she were going to explode any minute, and he fought the growing urge to hold her and comfort her, and let go as he backed away to the black leather couch of baffled Honeys. He could hear them whispering, thinking she finally snapped through fake sympathy, he knew they were actually kind of content with everything at the moment. Bitches. And all he could do was stand there, and watch her cry...
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Tifa stood outside of the studio, Cloud's sweater wrapped around her. After she stormed away, like she was in a trance not really knowing where she was going but had to go somewhere. Cloud didn't say anything, just wrapped a light blue sweater around her shoulders and let her leave, like he understood her pain and just let her be. She was grateful for that because she didn't want him to think she was weak. She didn't want him to see her cry. She stood up and aimlessly walked over to the 24 hour Diner across the street hoping that there was a payphone in there. And she was hungry. Kill two birds with one stone.
She walked in and heard the jingle of the bells over the front door and was immediately greeted by the waitress behind the counter.
"Howdy! Take a seat hun and I'll be right which you!" She had overprocessed blonde hair, and a tooth missing as she smiled. But she looked friendly and Tifa smiled back gratefully. She noticed a group of college boys staring at her, taking her all in. Some even had the nerves to call her "baby". She sat down on the stool infront of the counter and looked at a menu minding her own business. She was glad that Cloud's sweater at least covered her up to mid thigh, concealing her white langerie.
The waitress came back and introduced herself as DeeDee and took Tifa's order then went back to go whip her up the salad. She set out to look for a payphone and found one across the Diner. Past the table of shady college guys. She looked in the pocket of Cloud's sweater and found $1,000. He must've put it there on purpose. She'd pay him back promptly, the next time she saw him. With her head held low she quickly marched over to make her call. A boy tried to reach out and grab her to pull her down, but she avoided him with ease and got to her destination. She quickly dialed her home phone.
"Hello?" She heard Yuffie absentmindedly say in the phone. She heard rock music blasting away in the background.
"Hey. It's Tifa. Would you mind coming to pick me up? I'm at the 24 hour Diner."
"HEY TIFA! Wasup! For sure, I'll be right over! Love ya!" And like that she hung up. Tifa smiled, happy to be going home, then wiped it off as she thought of having to make the trek back to her table. With her head down again she tried to casually walk over to her table. This time, instead of grabbing her, one of them stuck out their leg.
"Oof!" Tifa fell rather ungracefully on the floor, her white panties clear for all eyes to devour. She heard them mockingly laugh, and one pinch her ass as the other lifted her up to face him. He had shaggy brown hair, and looked like a skater boy.
"Tifa Lockhart. My friends at school will never believe I had a piece of this ass." His eyes seemed to be laughing at her.
"That's because you won't you fucking retard." She spat back vehemently.
He slapped her sharp across the face at this.
"Shut up you ho. I hope you don't mind getting gang banged because were taking you home tonight and chaining you up to make sure you don't go anywhere. That's what you girls are here for. Pleasuring us men with your fucking pussies over, and over again. God made the rules so just get on your fucking hands and knees right here." She could now see there was five of them.
No one was in the Diner except him and his friends. DeeDee was in the kitchen, and Yuffie had at least a 30 minute drive. She didn't even try to fight it as the boys, she didn't even know who was groping or touching her anymore, pushed her to the floor, getting ready to do her doggy style. She just stayed quiet, and tried to take it, she found out long ago that the more you struggled, the more it'd hurt. And maybe she could've taken out two or three guys, but with five she was overpowered. One guy found his way in her bra, the other was pulling off her panties slowly, his swollen member on her back. Just when she anticipated the entrance, everything just stopped.
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