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Ryan's Competition

Karl was preparing his equipment for the day ahead. But he kept looking up and checking the door, keeping a look out for her, knowing that she was due back in today. He couldn't wait to see her again. It surprised him just how much he was looking forward to it. It was not like him at all to think twice about any particular model. Unless of course it was about how to crack the resistance of one that he was trying to bed that was playing hard to get. But somehow Marissa seemed to have crept under his radar and he had to admit that he was really excited about the prospect of her returning. Put simply … he had missed her.

Sure he had happily filled his bed with others while she was away but he was starting to think that just maybe, Marissa was better than a casual fuck. It wasn't that she was all that great in bed. Hell, she was a complete novice compared to someone like Sasha. He couldn't help but smile as he thought back to the weekend that he'd just had. Saturday night, Sasha had turned up at his place with a girl friend. Erin, he thought her name had been, although he wasn't really sure and in all honesty he didn't really care. All he knew for sure was, that she was pale as milk and Sasha was dark as honey and between them they had managed to spend a very energetic few hours between the sheets. It wasn't as if he hadn't had three ways before but these two were insatiable. So much so, that when the two girls had worn him out and he'd been completely exhausted, he'd had to ask for a rest, at which point Sasha called a male friend of hers to come over and pick up where Karl had left off. Marc had arrived and quickly got amongst the two girls.

Karl had thought that he was finished for the night, and had settled in to watch the girl on girl action. The artist in him appreciated the contrasts of their skin colours as they moved over one another. But then, whilst playing voyeur as Marc joined in and kept the girls busy, Karl realised that he felt like he was missing out and he wanted to be part of the action again. Marc had invited him to join in and while Karl was initially a little hesitant at first, a line of coke had proved to be all that he needed to get over his resistance and get amongst them and he had to admit that he had experienced pleasure of a level that he never knew was possible. He hadn't been at all sure about doing things with another guy, but Marc had made it easy for him and so with a little encouragement from the girls, the four of them had continued on throughout the night, pleasuring each other until they were completely spent. He didn't think there was anything that they didn't try.

He couldn't help but smile as he thought about what James would think if he realised that Karl had tried a little man on man action on the weekend. And more importantly, that he had actually enjoyed it. It would never replace straight sex for him, he liked girls way too much, but as an extra, he thought he could get used to it. Hell, who was he kidding? If the other three called him tonight, he'd be there in a flash.

But he would have to keep that to himself. James would never let him live it down if he knew. Plus there was always the chance that James might then think that Karl may be up for some hanky panky with him and his friends. And Karl liked girls way too much to ever consider going for males on their own.

He tried to get his mind back on the job at hand. The thought of Marissa being involved in something like what had happened on the weekend, whilst appealing to him, he knew would be totally impossible. It's not that she was a prude exactly but he'd always had to work really hard just to get into her bed in the first place. If he was honest with himself, he would have to admit, that he would have probably never succeeded without Julie's help. She had taught him how to pick up on Marissa's moods, and to know when Marissa was at her most vulnerable. When she was feeling lonely, she would drop her guard and that was the right time to approach her and have her give in. He'd learnt, again with Julie's help, that if Marissa was happy then he had no chance of getting between her legs. Keep her miserable and with just a few drinks to take the edge off her inhibitions and she could perform quite admirably. And what was even better was that she could actually hold a decent conversation with you in the morning when you woke up, unlike some of the others that he would have preferred just crept away during the night.

Marissa was different.

Who knows? Maybe she could actually become a more constant companion in his life. He was nearing 30. Maybe it was time to think about getting a partner and not just a fuck buddy. He knew that he would never be able to stick to just one girl. Not with the smorgasbord that was on offer to him. But that didn't mean that he wouldn't mind having a back up plan at all times. Someone to fill his bed on the days when he couldn't be bothered chasing someone new. He would have to talk to her about it. Of course not in quite those terms. He figured that she was the sort of girl who was hanging out for something more permanent. Even though she had told him before she left for LA that she wasn't interested in anything serious from him, he was pretty sure that that was just her way of trying to get him to commit to her. Hell … girls had been trying that one on him for years. He knew it was a little game they liked to play; to try to get you to think that they weren't interested and didn't really care just so that you would have to try a bit harder and take the initiative and show your hand first.

Of course he would still need to keep an apartment of his own for his trysts like last weekend but maybe it could work. Plus he travelled so much with work that Marissa would never know exactly what he was up to. And what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. All he knew for sure was that he was looking forward to her returning. Hopefully she would have missed him as much as he'd missed her. And it would be even better if she'd had a miserable time making the film. Then she might be feeling down enough that she could be up for a little welcome home action tonight. After the weekend, he had a few new tricks to try out on her. If only he could convince her to 'need' his company tonight.

Marissa walked in the door of the studio and was still positively glowing. She hadn't been able to take the smile from her face after leaving a naked Ryan in her apartment. He was all she could think about. Her mind was still focused on imagining just what they would do when she finished up for the day and they could spend some time together. She was looking forward to catching up with her friends but she couldn't wait for the time to go by, so that she could be back in Ryan's arms once again.

Karl heard some commotion near the door and turned to see her walk in and stop near the door talking to some of the other girls. He stood for a moment taking in the smile and radiance of her and was surprised at just how amazing she looked. She was positively glowing. Whatever she had been up to, obviously agreed with her. He knew that with some women, he would have interpreted it as a post coital glow but he knew from experience that Marissa wasn't one of them. She'd never looked like that after they had finished their business, no matter how good the fuck had been. Hell … if she did, he'd never have let her out of bed. And much as he was saddened that he didn't think that he'd have any chance getting her on her back tonight … not while she was obviously so happy, the photographer in him wanted to try to catch that glow while he still could. Whatever had caused her to look like that; he knew that it couldn't last. It was rare. He wanted to get her in front of the camera lens as soon as possible before it faded.

When she'd finished talking and was making her way towards the dressing room, he quickly made his way over to her to take her in to his arms. "Rissy" he said as he picked her up and twirled her around moving his head in to take her lips in a kiss.

Marissa moved her head to the side so that his lips barely brushed across her cheek. She hoped that he was just being friendly. "Karl. It's good to see you."

Karl placed her back down, surprised by her reaction. Obviously she was intending on playing the hard to get card. "It's good to have you back." He stated simply.

Marissa just smiled. She knew that he was probably expecting her to say that she was happy to be back, but in all truthfulness, she wanted to be with Ryan. Modelling had lost all its appeal. And the sooner she could complete her contractual obligations and could give it away completely, the happier she'd be.

"Rissy darling." James called out rushing to her side and enveloping her in his arms. "We've missed you. Things here just haven't been the same without you around. I need to know all about just what you have been up to. You naughty, naughty girl ... You didn't keep in contact at all while you were away."

Marissa laughed and returned the greeting. James was a dear friend and could always brighten her day. "I'm sorry about that. I was just … busy." Marissa added.

"But let me look at you." James exclaimed pulling back and casting his eyes from head to toe over her. "Whoa. Judging from that glow … something has obviously agreed with you. Or should I say someone?" James enquired quirking his brow at her.

Marissa blushed and James let out a squeal. "Oooh. Come on let's go get you ready and you can tell me all about him." He said as he pushed her off towards the dressing room.

"But I didn't say …" Marissa started.

"You didn't have to." James replied as they moved off into the adjoining room.

Karl stood where he was, not at all happy with the exchange that had just taken place before him. That was not the greeting he had been hoping for from Marissa. Hell … it could hardly be called a greeting at all. He needed to find out exactly what had gone on while she was away. He had no intentions of losing her to someone else.