Thirteen: The Photoshoot

Tommy wrapped a large black towel around his waist. He had a full body wax the day before, his skin was smooth as a baby's. He didn't enjoy it at all, it was one of the worst things he had ever endured in his life. But at that point, it was only the beginning of hundreds or probably thousands of body waxing he had to go through in his career.

Benji put on some powder over the foundation he had smeared all over him. The side of his ribs was the part where he worked the most. Benji recognized the self-inflicted wounds, he kept it to himself. He put some on Tommy's face too, 'to reduce the shine' he said. He knew exactly what was needed to enhance the end result at the other end of Maxine's camera.

"You are going to love her ... she looked incredible," Benji was referring to Charlie.

Tommy smiled, "She always does ... do I look compatible with her?" he turned in front of a mirror.

Benji took a step back, "You two are going to be my favorite couple in Goldstone ... absolutely delicious," he said with a hand gesture. "I wish I can be in there and watch ... but ... that's against the LAW."

Tommy let out a soft laugh.

"Are you ready? She's ready for you in there," Benji cocked his head to one side.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he sighed.

"Good luck," Benji opened the door into the studio and closed it after Tom.

The air conditioner was much lower than the first time he was there. Or maybe because he was walking in there half-naked and hairless, his nipples got hard.

It was black, the only thing white was the backdrop sheets with studio lights pointed at it. Charlie sat on the metal table wearing a sheer black kimono robe, her feet dangled over the table. He didn't see anything different from her, she was stunning as she always looked in his eyes. She was talking to Maxine, smiling and laughing, not knowing that he was already in the room.

Her eyes found him when he was closer. Maxine took a few steps back. There was hunger in their eyes, the sight of each other was appetizing. "Hey," she greeted him softly. He stood right in front of her, she touched his firm chest and felt his abs. "I miss you," she whispered.

He took her cold hand, "You're freezing."

She smiled flirtatiously, "Not for long."

The look in her eyes sent his mind wandering to a filthy place he wanted to take her.

"I'm gonna put on some soft music in the background ... just pretend I'm not here, and you can begin whenever you're ready," Maxine's voice can be heard, even though she was no longer in sight. She had disappeared into the blackness of the surrounding area, it felt like they were the only people there.

His expression changed, all his nervousness dissolved in her presence. She looked at him with glittery eyes, and he with his deep dark desires. As the music started to play, he caressed her cheek all the way down to her collar bone and moved her hair to the back of her shoulders. "You're so beautiful," his voice was barely audible.

The things he wanted to do to her was lining up in his head. They were all private, it was their sacred bond, but that won't be the case anymore. They were letting Maxine Roberts in to witness their passionate lovemaking and turned it into something that wasn't theirs anymore. He didn't like the thought, he took a deep breath and leaned closer to her. "I love you," he whispered into her ear. It was the only reason why they were there.

His face grazed against her cheek. She caught his lips with hers. Those thick plump red lips she craved for the entire week. He pulled back a little, touched her cheek then kissed her, and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He moved in hard with his kiss, a breath escaped between their lips. She closed her eyes to feel his touch.

He pulled down her robe to fall off her shoulders, the hairs on her body stood up. He looked down on her chest, she was kissing his face. He parted her robe just enough to see the middle part of her entire body. He was hard under his towel, she wasn't wearing anything under the robe.

His hand caressed her legs as they opened up to pull him closer. He kissed her neck while his hand squeezed the sides of her thighs.

She pulled the tie on her robe to let him see everything without taking it off. " I want you so bad," she said in his ear.

He pushed her on the table, his mouth quickly made its way to her breast. She let out a sigh, folded her knee to expose herself to him. She touched herself, split her lips open for him to kiss it. He went down on her, she moaned his name.

He held on to her waist to keep her still. She twitched and wriggled in deep pleasure, his kisses made her clench with a loud whimper. He trailed his tongue all the way up to her ear, "Sshh ..." he shushed. He picked her up, her head slumped on his shoulder, then he laid her on the bed next to the table.

She rolled over and had her back to him. She parted her legs and bent over. She looked over her shoulder, reached for his towel, and pulled it off. She smiled and bit her lower lip.

He hovered over her and kissed her shoulder. He coaxed the inside of her thigh, pulled it apart just a little more to make way for his entrance. He teased her, as he rubbed himself on her front. He was rock hard. He dipped inside her and pulled himself out, he paused and repeat.

"Tommy ... please," she begged him after a few times. Then he pushed all the way in, she can almost feel him in her stomach. She felt dizzy. She felt him everywhere. In her center, on her breast. He grazed his teeth on his shoulder as he moved faster, her body shivered.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly and kept moving at a fast pace. Her walls closed in on him more than once. She didn't want him to stop, she wanted to be in that place where he took her, a dreamlike state in total ecstasy. He was her drug, the quench of her thirst, he was her man. He knew her body as if it was his own, the paces they needed to keep their highs as long as they could.

They slumped on the bed upon his release, their moans were buried under the music. He kissed her dry mouth as he pinned her arms on the bed, she burst three times before he was done with her. Her face flushed, she was panting. She whispered, "Do it again, baby."

He looked at her with a wistful smile, she was feeling really good and that made him happy. "Not here," he said. Then she remembered where they were.

Maxine stepped out from the dark, looked at both their naked bodies with starving eyes. "Magical," she said with a satisfied glow. She took a deep breath, her camera was still in her hands. "I need a cigarette break and check on my shots." She looked a bit distracted when she walked away. She stopped after a few steps, "Thank you," she added, and finally left the room.

They were catching their breaths and didn't know how to respond to Maxine. Charlie burst out laughing after Maxine was out of the room, she couldn't believe she actually forgot where they were for a moment.

"Why are you laughing?" Tommy was bemused.

She hovered over him, "She's checking her shots, that'll take a while, right?" Her breast perked up, her nipples were pointy from the chill.

Tommy laughed softly, threw his head back on the bed. She wanted him again. "You're going to kill me, Charlie."