Chapter 5
A/N: Bit of a Greek mythology reference in this chapter, so I'm editing in an explanation for that. Atalanta (/ˌætəˈlæntə/; Greek: Ἀταλάντη Atalantē) is a character in Greek mythology, the daughter of Iasus and Minyas. She is described as a virgin huntress unwilling to marry, and loved by the hero Meleager. Notably she is also mentioned as a fierce, strong and energetic person, blond and highly athletic.
Henry and his brother Mark might have disappointed Premiere by declining their repeated offers to go into a career in modeling, but that didn't mean they hadn't been interested. Starting the summer after senior year, Henry and Mark had begun making periodic trips to New York City to appear in one photo shoot or another.
It had gone so well that the agency agreed to sign the two of them on as regulars while allowing them to maintain a part-time schedule that Henry and Mark would dictate. Premiere could call, but Henry and Mark chose freely whether or not to answer.
That said, Henry and Mark's drive down to New York City in early December was hardly their first trip down for this year. They both enjoyed it, liked the endless flattery and attention, liked the chance to awe people in their underwear, going out to the worst parts of NYC and killing somebody here and there…
"-this time?"
"Huh?" Henry asked, glancing over at Mark from the passenger's seat.
Mark sighed and put the pedal down a little more, sending the Excursion a solid ten over the speed limit. "I said, you think we're gonna find some chicks to fuck this time?"
"Mark, you're engaged," Henry said with mock reproach. "You need to be faithful."
That set Mark off like few things could; the idea of being true to anyone but Henry had struck Mark as utterly hilarious ever since he'd changed way back in 1993. It had been ten years since that wonderful day, and Mark had cheated on every girl, every woman he'd ever involved himself with.
Julie even knew it, too. Mark had openly dated and slept with another girl after breaking up with Amy Philips in senior year, citing social expectations. He'd slept with other women during four years at the Naval Academy, citing his male needs. Over the years Julie had been alternately charmed and bullied into accepting that Mark would never stop sleeping with other women, which was good, because Mark would never have accepted anything else.
"Okay, seriously," Mark said, giggling still, "what're we gonna do?"
"See who's at Premiere today," Henry answered. "Check 'em out and start chatting with the ones we like. Mark, it's not like this is new to us."
"Yeah, I mean, I was just thinking about you."
"Me? I'm flattered."
Mark reached over and whacked Henry in the chest. He thumped Mark on his right shoulder in response and after that the siblings were even.
"I meant you and your future," Mark insisted. "I got Julie pregnant back on Halloween. Who're you gonna have your second boy with? Lisa can't do it for you. She's still 'missing.'"
"Fuck, that bitch was such a slut," Henry burst out. "She fucked Paul, she fucked Jason, she fucked Tony, she would've fucked Chris if I hadn't started dating her instead, I mean- she opened her legs for any guy with some nice muscles and money."
"She was pretty fucking hot. She was gorgeous," Mark recalled.
"She was," Henry admitted. "I never got tired of looking at her. Ever. But I wasn't gonna marry her and that's what she wanted."
"If you had, your whore would be pregnant again and I'd have offed Julie instead."
"Oh, is that on the agenda?" Henry asked, fiddling with his lighter.
"Nah, we need her for now," Mark replied. "Honestly, the boys will probably get around to it. Once they've taken over for us, I'm sure they'll get tired of her eventually. Better talk to 'em about it sometime."
"Not a bad idea."
"So you need another boy," Mark said. "Who's gonna have him? You gotta find somebody, Henry, and she's gotta carry the kid until she pops him out."
"I know, I know," Henry fussed. "Well, maybe I'll find someone at the shoot today. Feed her all the right bullshit and she might go for it."
"It can't be just anybody."
"Well, I know th-"
"No, no, I mean- she needs to be a 12 out of 10," Mark insisted. "Lisa was hot. Your next one needs to be insanely hot. And blonde. Gotta be a blonde, man."
Henry laughed, smiling fondly at his brother. "How are you so sure of all that?"
"Because it's what you're gonna do," Mark replied. "You're Henry Evans. You like white girls, you like 'em blond, and the hotter the better. You really want your next boy coming out of anything less?"
"No," Henry said instantly.
"Then I'm right. That's what you're gonna do."
"Of course that's what I'm gonna do."
"Meaning I'm right. And what's taking so long, anyway? You're getting plenty, just step up and find someone really damn hot and have a little 'accident.'"
"Oh, you've had enough accidents for both of us, Mark."
"I hate you!" Mark exclaimed, punching with attempted anger at Henry, who ducked and dodged as Mark weaved all over the lane.
"Mark, knock it off," Henry laughed. "Come on, stop, we're gonna die!"
"It'll be worth it if I don't have to listen to your smart ass!"
"My ass is gorgeous!" Henry exclaimed, still laughing. "You know how much lifting I do to keep it that way?"
"Fuck," Mark grumbled, giving up and returning to the task of driving. "I hate you."
"Funny thing to say to somebody who saved you ten years ago."
"Yeah," Mark grunted, "from my dorky little loser self."
"Can you imagine how the old you would've reacted if I'd told you we'd be doing all this fun stuff in ten years?"
"Man, that's never who I was," Mark said. "Fuck that kid. He's gone and good fucking riddance."
"Can't wait to take my shirt off and have people start gawking at me," Henry enthused.
"Me, neither," Mark admitted. "That shit never gets old."
"Never."
"Just promise me you'll really look at the women today," Mark said, glancing over at his brother. "You're more than man enough to get a chick pregnant on the first try. You just have to pick the right one."
"I will, Mark. Don't worry."
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Henry and Mark both turned on the charm when they went in to see Tyler, who after so many years and so many successful shoots insisted on addressing and referring to them as friends. He was handsome, well-muscled, charming- another Tony Summers, in many ways. And that meant Henry and Mark had gotten him under their thumb easily, just as they had with Tony.
"Hey, guys," Tyler called out as he left his office to meet them. "Thanks for coming."
"Always up for another shoot," Henry said pompously. "So what've you got for us?"
"Series of fitness shoots," Tyler replied. "Compression shorts for you guys, those plus some new sports bras for marketing to the ladies-"
"Just to be clear," Mark broke in, "we're not being asked to model sports bras and women's compression shorts or anything?"
"Jeez, hell, no!" Tyler laughed. "But you will be covering Nike, Adidas and Under Armour all today, so we'll need you here a while."
"We've got time," Henry assured him. "Any of those female models single?"
"A few," Tyler grinned. "I'll leave that up to you."
"Someone's gotta show 'em what a real man's like," Mark added with a grin of his own.
"You'll be in Studio A1," Tyler advised them. "Some shots will be with you two, some you'll be paired up with some of the female models. It's a big athletics get-together today, so, have fun talking gym stuff with all the models."
"We will," Henry said confidently. And why not? It had always happened before.
The female models were always the best-looking ones, naturally, but Premiere employed some attractive photographers, support staff, interns… Henry's favorite was arranging a one-night-stand with some scared, pretty little college intern and just fucking her until the room felt like a sauna. It never got old and never would.
"Now, you guys know the rest of the arrangement," Tyler went on. "We'll be depositing your cut directly after the photographers get their work done."
"Which is?" Mark asked.
"About a week, like usual," Tyler answered. "Maybe a little less. Lot of sports magazines looking to pick up stuff from this shoot, and I've made sure they know all about you."
"I wanna know all about the ladies you've got modeling today," Henry said casually. "You said some of 'em are single?"
"Sure," Tyler answered. He lowered his voice. "Just don't go fucking 'em in the studios anymore. Get to that when the day's over."
"Listen, Tyler," Mark said, "you had a perfectly good bed in Studio A10, there were a couple of Swedish girls and we were bored."
Tyler tried to look irritated, but after only a moment he laughed. "Okay. All right. Well, if you've gotta, just let me know where you used, so I can get the cleaning people in there, all right?"
"That's the Tyler I'm buddies with," Mark lied smoothly, grinning and shaking hands.
"Your people will love the shots you'll get from today," Henry promised. "Don't you forget it."
"I never do," Tyler answered. "Have fun, guys."
"Always," Henry replied smugly, looking forward to it already.
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Henry and Mark had picked up a habit after senior year where they never did much of their changing in any actual changing rooms; instead, they stripped and put on whatever they were supposed to right there in the studio, and their VIP status meant that nobody was in much of a position to stop them. Granted, so many young women worked in the studios, Henry and Mark were certain the view was appreciated.
After undressing, Henry stood up and caught a pretty young photographer staring at him, clearly awed. He smiled and winked, and she blushed furiously and hurried off.
"Could probably get some easy pussy that way," Mark observed, folding up his clothes nearby.
"Yeah," Henry nodded. "But I'd rather ha…"
"What?" Mark asked in confusion. "Why'd you-"
Mark stopped mid-sentence for the same reason Henry had trailed off. Over on the other side of the studio, photographers were setting up with a tall, extremely fit young woman with flowing, golden blonde hair. She stood confidently in compressed running shorts and a sports bra, all black, bearing the Nike logo. She wasn't just beautiful. She was the most stunning, breathtaking thing Henry had ever seen.
Her, Henry thought instantly. It has to be her.
"Go get her, tiger," Mark snickered, reading his sibling's thoughts perfectly.
"Fuck off," Henry said faintly, not taking his eyes off Atalanta for a second.
"I bet she can suck a mean cock, too," Mark added.
"Shut up."
"Oh, man, I think Henry's in L-O-V-E-"
Henry whacked Mark across his broad chest. The loud smacking sound turned a couple of heads, and the beauty, with her spectacular Nordic features, briefly glanced in the direction of the sound. Henry, stark naked in front of the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen in his life, gave her a warm smile.
After a moment, she smiled back.
"I'm gonna go find out what her name is," Henry announced.
"Ooh, Henry wants to go talk to a girl," Mark snickered.
"All right, smartass, you just wait here."
Mark snickered again as Henry left, but he watched with interest as Henry confidently approached the young blonde and began chatting her up, a friendly look on his face. She seemed plenty receptive, which was normal. No one, after all, ever said no to Henry. If a woman Henry wanted had found him undesirable, Mark would have eagerly helped Henry make her pay for it, so long as Henry shared during the rape. Which, being a good brother, Henry always did.
After around five or six minutes, Henry came back, smirking at his brother. "Her name's Gwen Larsson."
"See? All you needed was me making fun of you."
"I hate you."
"Now you know how I felt when you were being a little shithead earlier."
"Not my fault you don't appreciate humor."
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Much to his frustration, Henry didn't get a chance to speak to Atalanta again for nearly an hour. Sure, her real name was Gwen, but one look at that absolute confidence, cheerfulness and incredible athletic build and golden blonde hair, and it was obvious what nickname she'd been meant for.
Henry and Mark were kept busy taking up all manner of striking, supremely confident poses in boxers, briefs, compression shorts, running shorts, basketball shorts- on and on it went. Much as he loved the attention and the near-open worship of his magnificent physique, Henry kept turning his head toward Atalanta, yearning to just talk to her, to turn on the old Henry charm and get something started. He wanted her pregnant. He wanted her tonight. He couldn't stand to even think about waiting thirty seconds longer than he had to.
The photo shoots went perfectly as they always did, and Henry and Mark were smug in the knowledge that they would be paid well for their extensive circulation, as they always were. The magazines had snapped up their first shoots after high school, gone after them even more in college. As long as they were young and strong, Henry and Mark would be among Premiere's stars.
For the rest of our lives, then, Henry thought, since we'll never waste any time getting old. The boys will finish us off before we can start.
Primal lusts and urges surged back to the forefront of Henry's mind as he looked back at Atalanta. Time stopped. She was naked, undressing between one shoot or another, it seemed. Her body… her looks… Henry remembered Lisa's beauty, which he'd admired, but this woman… she had even more of Lisa's beauty and none of her weakness. Lisa had spurned athletics and only begrudgingly interested herself in fitness. This woman looked like a far more beautiful Lisa who had been born to rule a clan of Vikings.
Well-muscled and confident; strong in body and strong in spirit. Every inch of her was sensual, toned, buff, carrying hints of a few trips to the tropics to earn a better suntan. Henry stared and couldn't help that he was staring. He'd never been attracted like this, ever, to anyone he'd ever had before. Henry had slept with so many women, yet this one… this one he just had to have.
She caught his eyes just then, and her graceful features carried hints of amusement. Henry could have sworn he glimpsed a smile. Like she knew what effect she was having. Like she was playing with him.
And he loved it.
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They were both dressed in their athletic underwear after the first series of shoots completed and everybody went for lunch, and Henry walked right over, confident as hell, sure of himself like no one else on Earth, no one else but Mark. It was his first time meeting a woman with both of them barely dressed, but he found it rather fun. He liked it this way. It was just one step short of the way he really wanted to meet a woman he liked- naked, grunting, sweating, fucking like animals. They could flirt and exchange names after they were done.
Concealing his real thoughts behind a charming, outgoing smile, Henry laned on a wheeled dresser as she picked her Nike water bottle up and drank from it, admiring even her grace and strength in doing that, the way her well-sculpted muscles rippled like water under her pale, smooth skin.
"Nice work on that shoot this morning," Henry said to her. "I'm Henry. Maybe you saw me and my brother earlier?"
"Yeah," she answered casually. "Did you forget your clothes?"
"Only when I want to," Henry said with a wink. She laughed, clearly liking him already. That was good.
"So how'd they get you over here?" she asked. "I was running track and playing soccer in high school and they came to do our team pictures. I got an offer to do sports and fitness wear and now, God, I swear this is all I do. I do this more than actually play sports or lift weights or whatever." She sighed. "Seriously, how'd they get you into this?"
"Same story, basically," Henry commiserated. "They showed up to do team photos, they kept talking to me and my brother, finally we said, fine, we'll show up. They barely left us alone for five minutes the summer after senior year, I swear. We're not here full-time but it's not because they don't try."
"What do you do full-time?"
"I'm a Marine," Henry said, puffing his chest out as he said it. Not because he really gave a damn about the title, but because he knew others would, especially fitness nuts.
Sure enough, she gave him a once-over all anew, noting his powerful build in another way. "I can see it," she said.
"So can I," Henry told her. "I mean, that's part of why I was looking at you so much. I kept thinking you had to be in the Marines. It's obvious how fit you are."
"Oh, so that's what that was about," she said with apparent interest. "Any other reason?"
"Sure."
"Like?"
"I liked what I saw. And, uh, feel free to stare at me anytime. I'm used to it."
She laughed again. "Tyler keeps finding cocky jocks like you. And you all keep coming in here, taking your clothes off, coming over to flirt with me, trying to get me to wanna fuck you."
Henry paused, considering this. "Does that ever work?"
"Yes," she said, eying Henry appreciatively. "Sometimes."
Then she was gone, headed out to lunch, hips swaying, ass looking like a wonder of the modern world. Henry stared, awe-struck, wondering why he couldn't have met somebody like this in high school. He would've lived between her legs all four years.
"She's as bad as you are!" Mark exclaimed.
"Oh, really?" Henry asked casually.
"You- have you seen her?" Mark demanded. "Have you seen the two of you? You spent the whole morning eye-fucking each other."
"Mark, about the lousiest place to fuck a person is in the eyes," Henry answered. "You can't go in very far, she'll never stop whining about it-"
"You know what I mean!" Mark snapped irritably. When he saw Henry starting to laugh, he tried to glower but didn't quite make it. "I hate you," he added, still wanting to appear angry with Henry.
"She's a total gym rat," Henry said. "She's all about confidence and power and fucking the people she wants to. She'd be the perfect huntress if this was a couple hundred years back. She's Atalanta without the virginity."
"Oh, very nice," Mark replied sarcastically. "So, are the two of you gonna bone before shooting wraps up or after?"
"After, Mark. Definitely after."
Mark lowered his voice. "You've found the next one. I can tell. I can see it."
"Sure have, Mark. It has to be her. It's gotta be her." Henry's pulse quickened and he felt a surge of hunger, a kind that had nothing to do with food. "Yeah. Her. I want her."
"You'll have her," Mark said with supreme confidence, "No one ever says no to Henry Evans."
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Before leaving for a protein-heavy lunch, Henry and Mark sent a few text messages to Tyler. They exchanged a few more with him while they ate, and by the time they got back the arrangements were all made. The sportswear shoots wrapped up by the early afternoon, and in a last-minute change of schedule, some nude modeling was put on the docket instead.
And Henry and Mark had been specifically and adamantly requested for it. Entirely by coincidence- entirely- Gwen Larsson had her schedule changed, too, and the result was that she and Henry spent almost the whole afternoon naked in the studio, striking various sensual, evocative poses, and throwing virtually-endless glances at each other
Mark watched the whole thing with growing amusement, interest, even fascination. Those two were ego-maniacal gym rats to the core, both flexing their many toned muscles impressively for the other's benefit whenever they could, stealing looks at the other as long as they could. They spent a lot of time trying to be sneaky about it or pretending not to notice what the other was doing, but eventually gave that up as the afternoon went on.
This was the crudest, most obvious flirting Mark had ever seen. He'd seduced dozens of girls and women since 9th grade, raped his share of them, too, and he'd still never seen anything like this. Gwen was like a female Henry, at least in terms of the cockiness, the obvious inner and outer strength, and the stunning good looks.
Mark wanted her bad, but watching the way she and Henry kept swapping those glances, the way they kept insinuating things when they talked or competitively arguing over who could run faster, lift more, fight better, Mark had to admit that Gwen wasn't meant to be his trophy. She was meant to be Henry's.
So it wasn't any great surprise to him when Henry, still naked, immediately went over to Gwen at the end of the day's shooting and spent a good ten minutes chatting her up. The blond couple then dressed, and Henry came over just as Mark was making final arrangements in his little talk with a scared intern, just barely out of high school. She was terribly nervous around his unbelievable muscle and good looks, and probably a virgin, too, but Mark enjoyed that.
"Hey, man."
Turning away from the intern, who had just agreed to spend the night with Mark at the Waldorf-Astoria with open awe in her eyes, Mark smiled at his brother. The intern hurried off, looking overwhelmed by the towering, heavily-muscled young men standing so close to her.
"Hey. So, can I guess what you and Gwen have planned?"
"Sure."
"You're gonna go to her place."
"Uh-huh."
"And you're going to fuck. A lot."
"Uh-huh."
"And you, Henry, are going to make a 'mistake' because you never wear condoms."
"I'm too big for them."
"They make them pretty fucking big these days, Henry."
"So what?"
"So, enjoy Gwen tonight," Mark said encouragingly. "Tell me every detail tomorrow. I mean it. Everything."
"As long as I hear all about you and Little Miss Virginity over there," Henry snickered. "Gwen's… oh, man, she's perfect, Mark. I can't stand it. She's too much. She's perfect. I haven't even fucked her yet and she's gonna be the best I ever had. I know it."
"Fuck, Henry, you sound like you're in love."
"I'm just looking forward to it."
"Sure thing, man." Mark grinned. "Have fun making another boy tonight."
"It's going to be awesome," Henry said. "Better than anyone else I fucked. Even Lisa."
"You got a plan for keeping a professional fitness model pregnant, by the way?" Mark asked. "She's a total career chick, anybody could tell."
"Yeah. I'll go to Tyler with her, insist she's beautiful no matter how far along the baby is, and remind him fitness matters whether you're pregnant or not, male or female." Henry smiled. "I think I'll even star in some shoots with her, you know, me behind her, holding her belly and shit. She'll think it's about her. I'll be thinking about my boy."
"I like it," Mark said approvingly.
"Hey, Henry!" Gwen called from across the studio. "Stop flirting with your brother and let's go!"
"Enjoy," Mark said one more time.
"Oh, I will," Henry replied, a hungry look in his eyes.
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Gwen Larsson had expected Tyler would find another cocky, obnoxious jock sooner or later, and she'd been right, as she so often was. The worst were the high school boys, all teen ego and testosterone. Only in her early twenties herself, Gwen had been impressed enough with a few that they'd gotten what they all hoped for when they saw her. Not many had been ready for how intense Gwen wanted things, though, and so most of the 18-year-olds were one-night-stands only.
The college guys were better, but Gwen had exceptionally high standards for them, too. Just like the high school guys, they had to be extremely fit, regardless of their exact build, and they had to be supremely confident, even arrogant. They had to be athletic as a way of life, devoted to everything fitness could bring. They also had to be ready for her brash way of flirting with guys she actually liked, and be ready to offer that in return.
Having heard about the Evans brothers over the years, having seen many posters and magazine pages devoted to showing off their awesome physiques, Gwen had hoped one of them would sooner or later be at Premiere for a shoot on the same day as her. The day had worked out very nicely, and the night was going to be much, much better.
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The evening had started with Gwen and Henry arguing over where and when to start. Henry, surprisingly, was strictly devoted to fucking only in fine beds, whereas Gwen enjoyed the fun and even the exercise opportunities of trying out just about any spot at all. They had argued while making out quite pleasurably by the door, but Gwen had dealt with guys like him before, so pampered and vain they were almost fussier than women were supposed to be.
Gwen had considered talking it out more, but eager as she was for the fun to start, she had decided to cheat. One lengthy blowjob later, Henry had been glad to do most anything she asked for the next half-hour. She had him on the kitchen floor, on the couch, on the carpeted floor next to the couch. And Henry just kept on smiling the whole time, just like she was.
When they finally did go upstairs, Henry and Gwen both vied for dominance. Both of them were used to getting their way, used to being in charge. Gwen rode Henry for one round, but right after that he put his head between her legs, using the same trick she'd used on him. It worked, and Gwen got action she'd never dreamed of, plain old missionary style, again and again.
Henry wasn't just extraordinarily hot, or fit, or muscular. He was better than any guy she'd ever had. It was like a guy had been made somewhere to be literally perfect, not one flaw or weakness. The sweatier Gwen and Henry got together, the more Gwen was convinced Henry was him.
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Henry lay on the damp sheets of the king-size bed, one hand behind his head, balls aching pleasantly as he texted Mark about the evening. True to his usual style, Henry hadn't worn a condom once. He'd never put one on in his life, never even tried. To go to such inconvenience, to compromise his own pleasure for the sake of some disposable toy… Henry couldn't comprehend it.
The evening with Gwen had been exhausting. Henry had thought nothing would ever top Prom Night with Lisa, but the fierce competition between him and Gwen had done that easily. Henry had run his hands over every inch of Gwen, caressed her with his closest imitation to real love. And in a way, he was in love; Gwen's body was a thousand times better than Lisa's. Henry's senior year trophy had been a delicate princess with minimal interest in athletics. Gwen lived for it, and it made her almost as arrogant and pushy as Henry was. He'd been so sure he only wanted submissiveness for so long, but this…
It was better. Much better. Gwen was strong, confident, afraid of nothing, and mind-shattering in bed. Henry needed every ounce of his immense strength, prowess and stamina to match her, something he'd never experienced before. Henry had taken up plenty of male-dominant positions tonight, but Gwen had wanted him to every time. When he'd resisted her wanting to take charge, she'd wrestled with him, fought him, made Henry so intrigued that in the end she won out more often than not.
Gwen's going to give birth to my strongest son, Henry realized suddenly. We're both so powerful. We clearly have superior genes. Hers aren't as good as mine, obviously, but they're good enough that Brandon's going to be damn strong.
Henry hadn't forgotten his real goal, of course; having another son was vital to his and Mark's plans for the future. Their ever-growing number of sperm donations wasn't meant to make up for raising their own heirs, and two boys each had been agreed upon. Brandon's mother was an amazing, breathtaking woman in every way possible, though, and Henry wondered briefly if he would have been falling in love with her right now, if he were capable of it.
In the bathroom, Gwen was singing something to herself. Henry had showered first, and now that she'd taken her turn, even catching glimpses of her through the open doorway was intoxicating.
I oughta go in there. Show her some fun like I did with Lisa.
With that idea now dominating his thoughts, Henry set his phone down, stretched, and headed for the bathroom.
"Hey," Gwen said over her shoulder.
"Hey, yourself," Henry said with one of his charming, brilliant smiles. He drew close, put his arms around her, put his groin so he brushed up against her ass, his intentions clear. Just as Henry was going to position himself, expecting her to grip the edges of the sink and get ready like so many of his other partners did, Gwen ducked out of his embrace, turned, somehow shoved Henry hard enough that he crashed to the tiled floor, then planted a foot on his chest and stood over him, looking amused.
"Damn, what the fuck?" Henry demanded, getting angry. "I was just-"
"-trying to get some," Gwen said with a grin, crouching so she straddled his waist. She sat down, sliding him into her. She started humping him, grinning at him. "Well, it's my turn."
"Bullshit," Henry blustered. His ego under attack, his mind demanded that he get up and resist, but Gwen began shifting her hips around with astounding dexterity. Left, right, forward, back, these semi-circles that made Henry's eyes roll back in his head.. then she was humping him again, her ass slapping against his groin, making the pleasure of all his previous trophy girls look like nothing.
Putting her hands possessively on his chest, one palm to each pectoral, Gwen leaned down and kissed Henry, humping him harder still, faster than ever. This was better than anything Henry had ever experienced. The best he'd had in his entire life.
This.
Is.
Perfect.
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January 2004
After two hours at the gym on Saturday, Gwen was moving right along with her fitness goals for January and for the new year. It was hard to believe it was the 17th, but things moved pretty fast like that sometimes.
Merging her insatiable passion for fitness and her love of the limelight into a career as a fitness model had been the best decision of Gwen's life. Deciding to develop probably the ultimate taste in guys was another. After a long string of fun one night stands, weekends, and month-or-three-long affairs, Gwen had finally caught the perfect guy and let him go after a week of the most breathtaking sex she'd ever had.
The plan hadn't started out that way. It had been "Fuck him for one night" and then she'd stopped Henry at the door in the morning with a simple "Stay for the weekend." Then they'd both wanted even more time, so Henry had stayed for a week. All the while they appeared for hours of shooting at Premiere. Henry and his brother Mark being around the studio for so much longer had surprised and delighted Premiere's management, and Gwen had been quietly paid a generous bonus for her role in that.
Sitting at a booth at her favorite bar with Christie and Janice, her two best friends and gym partners, Gwen delightedly recounted her latest steamy night with Henry. He'd driven all the way down from Maine for another day alongside Mark, flirted with her all day, then kept her awake almost the whole night without either of them pausing for more than a few minutes.
"It's not just how big he is," Gwen sighed, smiling at the memories of him, the many, many memories. "It's what he does with it. He fucks like he started a porn career in high school. He probably first had sex in 6th grade."
"You seriously think he's actually that long?" Christie asked over a beer. "No exaggeration this time?"
"None," Gwen said firmly. "Hey, and since when did I exaggerate?"
"You like to make men out of little college boys," Janice snickered. "Boys aren't always fully grown yet, you know?"
Gwen laughed. "Shut up. Seriously, Henry's the ultimate hunk. He's got everything. Rock-hard muscle head to toe. He never gets boring. He's always got something new."
"Doesn't he make you sore at all?" Christie asked. "If he is that big… I mean, I've had some regrets about guys like that."
"Trust me, Christie, you've never fucked a guy like Henry," Gwen said. "He knows positions you've never heard of. And he's amazing at the classics."
"How does Friday compare to the other… visits?"
"Better than ever," Gwen sighed. "I'm starting to think this is gonna get serious. We can't stop. We have to get together again, and when we do, all we do is fuck. We can't get enough of it."
"I mean, do you even talk to each other?" Janice asked, laughing as she said it.
"He's a Marine, Janice, and he was a superstar in high school with football and hockey," Gwen responded. "He goes to the gym so much he basically lives there. He's really kind after we have fun for the evening. He likes to talk and he's a great listener."
"But does he like to talk about what you wanna talk about, or just the usual guy stuff?"
"Both. He's fine with it either way, he says, and talking after we're done helps us both relax."
"Sounds like a great catch."
"He is."
"Has he been wearing condoms all these times?" Christie asked.
"I told you he never wears them," Gwen said. "He says they don't make 'em big enough for him."
"Are you sure that's not just his ego talking, Gwen?"
"He's huge, Christie. Any other guy I'd probably think you could be right, but Henry might actually be serious."
"Just be careful, Gwen, okay? You've had him over a lot for a month now."
"I'm always careful," Gwen said, more defensively than she'd intended.
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After unwinding for a while longer at the bar, Gwen finally drove home and took a shower, doing her best to forget Christie's words of caution all the while. She was by far the most cavalier out of the three of them when it came to guys and sex, and while that meant she also had the most exciting stories and experiences much of the time, there was always a certain risk…
Gwen ran the conditioner through her hair again, smiling as she remembered bracing herself between the tiled wall and the glass sliding door the last time Henry had been here. The water running just like this, steaming up the room, his groin slapping against her ass over and over, that deep, manly grunt he made when he came...
The only thing better than Henry during sex was Henry afterward. He'd gently drawn her into his arms, pulled her to his chest as the water poured down on both of them, and just held her, leaving the best things unspoken. He was so strong, so relentless and pushy, but also so kind, so gentle. Gwen had been seeing him for a month and she hadn't found a thing she disliked about him yet.
But what about Christie?
Goddamn it. I'm fine, I've been careful, Gwen thought with a rush of irritation at the interruption of one of her most sensual memories. I've always been careful.
When she turned off the water and dried herself off, Gwen couldn't quite shake the idea, that nagging doubt. She was late on her period and she hadn't told Janice or Christie that. They hadn't thought to ask, and she hadn't volunteered the information.
With an exasperated sigh, Gwen went to the sink and got out one of her pregnancy tests. She set it next to the toilet, then got out her phone and sent a few flirtatious texts to Henry while she urinated. He responded in kind, clearly having fun, so Gwen sent a few more messages.
But the disposable test was still there, and finally Gwen had to set her phone down so she could use it. She did what she needed to, wondering all the while how it could be that she was late on her period, a month late, when she'd never been late on her period in her life.
Gwen brought the test up to look at it, sure she knew what the result would be. There'd be no problem and she'd go on fucking Henry consequence-free until she got bored or something. She'd lost her virginity in the 8th grade, for God's sakes, and never yet had she caught anything, let alone gotten-
Oh, shit.
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Sitting in one of Fleetwood Hall's many luxurious bedrooms, blood spattered on his face and a pleasantly dull ache in his balls, Henry picked up his phone again, glancing over at Mark, who was busy with the dead girl's pretty friend. Her jugular hadn't been cut yet, but it would be. Mark was huffing and puffing, really having a great time, so Henry waited until his brother finished, stuck a knife in the second girl's neck, and stood up with a grin on his face to share the good news.
"I got something to tell you, Mark," Henry announced in a sing-song voice, holding up his phone.
"Why don't you tell me?" Mark replied in the same tone, looking mildly irritated.
"My dick's bigger."
Mark glanced down at himself, then at Henry. "No, it isn't! We're the same size, and that's fucking huge!"
"So defensive, Mark."
"Fuck you!"
"Mark, I said I had news."
"Yeah, and then-" Mark sighed in exasperation. "Well, what? What is it?"
"Gwen just told me she's got a problem, Mark."
Mark instantly grinned. "So she's pregnant?"
"Yep."
The auburn-haired young man came over and squeezed Henry's well-muscled right shoulder. "Great work. Congratulations, Daddy."
"Thanks, Mark."
"So what're you gonna tell her?"
"The usual shit. I'll be there soon, it's gonna be okay, don't worry. She's pretty upset but I'm gonna calm her down."
Mark laughed. "Oh, I can't wait. You're gonna have to do what I had to with Julie! You're gonna have to woo her day and night, man, all the ultra-romantic shit you always gave me hell about? Enjoy, man, because now it's your turn. Mark my fuckin' words."
"You're Mark, Mark."
"Don't you even try distracting me," Mark said. "I'm telling you, your turn's here."
"Like hell it is."
Mark snickered. "Oh, so you're telling me you're not gonna talk this bitch into keeping the kid, carrying him nice and safe, modeling for the next nine months with you right there with her… ready to help her get through this, whatever it takes?"
Henry, who had been preparing to say some of those very things to Gwen once she realized she'd gotten pregnant a month ago, felt his pale face flush with irritation. Mark saw it and laughed delightedly, prompting Henry to fling a pillow at him. Mark dodged it, still laughing.
"Did I tell you what I saw at the grocery store today?" Henry asked, trying to change the subject so he didn't have to attack his brother.
"Nah."
"I saw a little boy, like a toddler. Blond hair, blue eyes. He looked like a picture of me from way back. This chick had him riding in her shopping cart."
"Hey, you think he was one of yours?"
"I've made a shitload of donations since we started, Mark, and all the stuff they listed about me as a donor is perfect." Henry smiled. "I knew it the second I saw him. He's one of mine."
"Pretty sure I saw this girl with my auburn hair the other day," Mark said speculatively. "She'll do some great work breeding eventually if she's mine."
"Too bad we can't just make them all ourselves," Henry sighed.
"Hey, you had plenty of fun making your second heir," Mark pointed out. "Just enjoy her, all right? She's gonna be all yours for the next year, pretty much."
"I will. Always do."
"I wish I could be there every time you two talk," Mark gloated, that grin coming back. "You're gonna have to bullshit her just like I did Julie, Mr. Romantic's here, Mr. Henry Evans-"
Henry threw another pillow, and thankfully Mark ended up dodging to the left and caught this one on the face.
A/N: 8-16-2020.
EDIT: 8-17-2020. AM83220 helpfully pointed out some oversights in the original chapter and I went back, did some more proofreading, and uploaded the new chapter.
This is not *technically* one of my active stories, but I'm having fun with it and AM83220 have been doing our best to keep some ideas going. AM83220 is the one who gave me the idea of Gwen and the details of her character as a fitness model that Henry meets during a visit to Premiere. Credit for inspiring this OC and the overall featured events of Chapter 5 goes to him.
Henry and Mark are strictly speaking on active duty with the Marines, who aren't known for having a lot of bases up near Canada. I haven't quite decided how to explain their ability to spend that kind of free time in Maine and New York yet. It could be that they did manage to get some kind of assignment closer to home, like an ROTC unit or recruiting station, although that would have to be through their considerable connections and ability to charm and manipulate rather than through experience. Normally the military would never give ROTC or recruiting postings to new Marine officers, as they have no real experience in the service to draw from in either role.
As I wrote to AM83220, I think Gwen would have been the woman of Henry's dreams had he grown up as a young man with a conscience instead of being born devoid of one. Had Henry gotten a real chance at life, had he been able to be a decent and earnest person like Mark was, he would have proposed to Gwen within a year of meeting her. She'd be the perfect match for his egomania and love for fitness, if only he could actually love anyone besides Mark. As it is, since he can't, Henry will just use her the way he has used all the young women in his life.
Henry and Mark would obviously have not need the additional money they'd earn staying with Premiere after their senior year in high school, but to them it's an ego trip, a way to showboat and to easily meet women at the same time. They enjoy the superficial nature of modeling, its inevitable emphasis on outer beauty, and the growing attention it has brought to them as more brands and magazines notice them and request that Premiere get them in for a photo shoot.
The next chapter is going to be devoted to Mark's reluctant marriage to Julie, featuring the bachelor party Henry will throw on Mark's behalf as well as the wedding itself. Chapter 6 will also be showing some of Henry's management of Gwen's pregnancy, and his laying on the ultra-romantic wooing just as Mark predicted he would.
All feedback is welcome.
