Vicky had a problem. One that was in the form of her boyfriend. More accurately, her ex-boyfriend, who had just dumped her over a message because his father threatened to cut him off. Apparently, destroying a full apartment building was too much, ignoring the fact that she had explained to him many times that it was Empire's fault. Apparently, this time, the reputation damage was too much.
Vicky could call him and explain that the evidence of her side of the story was about to be published, but she was too angry to do so.
Instead, she stood up, giving Marcus a show. Dean wanted to wash his hands off her because of his precious father, so be it. It wasn't like she had any trouble replacing him. She already had a candidate in mind, one that was looking at her adoringly. She wanted to keep her aura down, but she always had trouble doing so when she was angry.
And, she was furious.
She thought about sending him away … but then decided against it. After all, it wasn't like she ambushed him with the idea. Her aura was not mind control. And, even before she started using it, he was already in her bedroom, taking pictures of her while she wore nothing but her underwear, trying to convince her to get rid of her bra.
An act she had no intention of committing no matter how tempted she was — Marcus was certainly sexy enough — but then, her ex-boyfriend chose to turn that determination pointless. So, she let her bra fall down, his gaze devouring her tits.
Then, he shocked her with his daring and took another picture. Sexy, but dangerous. The only reason Vicky smiled rather than smashing the camera was its analog nature. As long as she kept track, there would be no inconvenient leaked pictures.
She was glad for it, because letting her half-naked pictures taken gave her a thrill she had never felt before. Shivers went through her body as her breathing quickened. "It's your lucky day," she whispered even as she put her hands into her panties, fingering her. "Tonight, you get to picture Glory Girl naked."
He didn't answer, but that didn't surprise her. Under her aura, he wasn't the only guy that got tongue-tied. It was a small miracle enough that he was still moving around, taking pictures of her.
She couldn't help it. She ripped her own panties, putting her strength to good use even as she put her naked body on display. She was nervous but excited, wishing for more than her own fingers. However, she kept her mouth shut on that, knowing that If she had, she would lose any control.
Instead, she just stood on her knees on her bed, playing with her breasts while he took her pictures. It was better, right.
"You don't mind wasting another film or two on ugly old me, do you?" she whispered. A bit narcissistic on her part, fishing for compliments, but it was exactly what she needed.
"Waste is such an ugly word when the most beautiful woman I had ever seen decided to get naked in front of me," he whispered, his voice more alluring than she expected even in his daze. Between his photos, his gaze was moving across her body in admiration. "But, I wouldn't say no if you give me an even sexier pose. Why don't you get on all fours."
She felt her pulse speed up. Even with his lust, she could see that he wasn't entirely lost in her aura, showing that his willpower was stronger than she expected. But, the fact that he was still somewhat in control made him even more attractive.
Vicky was conscious of her involuntary response. Her nipples tightened in excitement in a way they never did while she played with Dean, even when their kissing sessions turned into heavy petting. So, she followed his directions and turned her back, happy with a chance to hide her expression even as it showed her lower parts in all their magnificence.
His gasp, followed by the click of his camera, was all the reward she needed. She started swaying her ass alluringly. She took a moment before turning back to catch his gaze. He was watching her intently, his fingers tight around his camera as his eyes traveled around her thighs before settling on her wetness.
"Lay on the bed, prone, and look at the camera," he ordered. She did so even as she swayed to a nonexistent song like she was a stripper. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation even as she turned, and lay on her back, giving him an even more incredible display of her nudity.
Her eyes might be closed, but she could feel his presence hovering over her. When she opened her eyes, she found him on top, his knees on both sides of her while he leaned forward, taking another photo.
She was impressed that he managed to refrain from touching. His willpower was impressive.
Hers, not so much.
"Do you mind if I use some props," she found herself asking. As she said that, she cupped her crotch, leaving no doubt about what she was talking about. Also, by cupping, she could see that he was bigger than Dean.
"Go ahead. I love it when my models improvise," he replied.
That was all she needed. She unzipped his pants, freeing his shaft even as her fingers wrapped around his girth. Her legs clenched with excitement even as he took another photo, one that showed her doing something she had never done before.
Vicky wished that it was a digital camera. That way, she could have sent Dean a picture and showed him exactly what he had lost. "Move your hand, and grip a bit lighter," he commanded, and she abandoned thoughts about Dean.
It was easy to do with a throbbing cock in her grip. His moans rose quickly, showing that, while it might be her first time giving a handjob, she was naturally skilled.
"Let's add some more props," he said even as he put his hands on her breast, and squeezed it harder than she expected. Any other time, he would have ended up with a broken arm, but this time, it only earned a gasp. A moan followed as he grabbed her nipple and squeezed.
The pleasure rose. She moved her empty hand to her other breast, gently squeezing, the sensations enough to drive her crazy. Her other hand danced even more.
"Let's try another pose," he said, and Vicky gasped when he moved away. Her disappointment didn't last long when he sat at the head of her bed. "On your knees again, and get closer," he directed.
She did that immediately, happy to show her body from a different angle even as she brought her face inches away from his cock, getting a better view of his size. She was about to grab it again, when a mischievous smile hit her. She wondered how she would look with it in her mouth.
No better time to test it. "Make sure to get good photos," she whispered even as she put her lips around his girth, his warmth filling her mouth. As she pushed herself down slowly to fill her mouth, he reached for her tits again with one hand, but she cared more about the other one holding the camera.
Filled with an uncontrollable lust that overcame her senses, she moved, her lips sliding across his skin. "Oh, fuck," he grumbled even as her lips moved deeper. Encouraged by his reaction, she slammed her head down, taking more than half with one move.
It was uncomfortable, but his reaction was worth it. He pushed his hips, pushing himself even deeper. A bit more aggressive than she expected, but her rising arousal made it easy for her to forgive him.
With the pleasure filling her, it was easy to dismiss the fact that she was sucking the cock of a virtual stranger. It wasn't even twenty-four hours ago they met, and they talked even less. But, as the pleasure hit her, that kind of detail was easy to ignore. She had more important things to worry about, like the way his cock felt under her tongue.
Her hand joined, stroking the base slowly while her saliva covered his length. His moan was helpless enough to give her a sense of control. She wanted to push even more. She grabbed his hips with both hands, and pushed even deeper.
The sensation of his cock filling her throat was surprisingly incredible. She stayed there while he moaned helplessly, his hands tight around her tits hard enough to hurt.
Pain only underlined her pleasure more.
She could have probably stayed there until he exploded, but she decided to give one last gift, one that worked to his fascination considering the desperate way he played with her tits. She rose, immediately replacing her lips with her tits.
"Tell me, do I look good with my tits around your cock," she whispered.
"You look magnificent," he answered, his voice tight with desperation. Though, Vicky had to admit, she was impressed that even now, he was taking another photo. She gave her best smile as a reward.
She rose up and down, giving him something every man of the city had dreamed. A tit job from Glory Girl herself. But, his throbbing suggested that he was close. "Not bad, right," she said smugly even as she lowered her head back to his cock, taking the head back to her mouth.
Combined, she wasn't surprised when his grunt had a final quality. "I'm cumming," he warned.
She pulled back, but just enough so that his cum was hitting her face and tits. "Excellent pose, right," she whispered, already at the edge of an orgasm even as her face was covered with his cum.
"True," he said even as he took another photo. Vicky moaned as her insides tingled, wondering how to reach her own climax. Should she handle it herself, or should she ask for some assistance from his tongue? Or, even better—
With her luck, she shouldn't have been surprised to hear the footsteps at the stairs. They were more like stomps, telling Vicky that not only her sister was back, but also she had a particularly bad day at the hospital.
Meaning, she would barge in after a quick shower. "Fuck, you need to leave," Vicky gasped.
He smirked. "Not without returning the favor," he said even as he pushed her on her back. Vicky was shocked enough not to react, even when he passed her a pillow.
Then, his fingers landed on her wetness, dancing along her drenched lips. There, she understood the point of the pillow. She pressed it to her face desperately to suppress her moan, while his fingers worked on her wetness with an incredible accuracy.
She climaxed, her thoughts flying away. As she lay on her bed, he fixed his pants and moved to her window, ready to climb down. "Should I destroy the last set, or…" he said.
She should ask him to destroy it. That was the safest option. However, by reminding her that even as he chased her away — and reminded, he did, as she was not in a mood to think the implications — he showed that he could be trusted with them.
"Or…" she replied listlessly. "Keep them. I'll visit to pick them up tomorrow."
With that, he climbed out, leaving her alone in the bedroom. Vicky floated toward her bedroom, glad that she didn't have to walk to the bathroom.
She doubted she could do that without collapsing…