Ricardo didn't have the dignity to tell me what the job of the day would be. Like all the other employees of the Station, he was doing everything to stand out as the most indispensable photographer. Ruth, however, was already back.The company was paying for her course, but now she was taking the lead again of the station, wanting to be aware of everything that happened before taking on the position that was offered to her.She was in the studio when I arrived, coordinating the team and observing the way we worked, not only to know which of us would be ready for another chance, but also to ensure that moral abuses did not occur anymore.That morning, Ricardo even shared a piece of his sandwich with me "and being a man of the same physical size as mine, the fact that he shared with me was something that should be taken into account ", in addition to avoiding calling me his usual derogatory nicknames. A look in general made me understand that Ruth or any other coordinator could have cau
That photo shoot was something organized by Gabbie and my mother. The two really made me believe that a station was the best place to have a photo studio, and that the portfolio of the photographer named Ricardo deserved a test before he was sent to Jackie's team. So, I was already aware of where I was going before I left home. The anxiety was making me sweat cold, but I stood firm as I entered the station. Everyone recognized me, everyone began to comment, but I kept my chin high and didn't dare think if Hazz could have acted like an ex-shole and talked about me in all corners. A moment later, I noticed that the looks were one of admiration, and I allowed myself to relax. He wasn't anywhere until the beginning of the rehearsal. He should have been late, or simply been too busy with the rehearsal preparations. Anyway, there was a moment when he showed up and saw me, very close, but so far from my reach that I could only stand still and keep taking pictures.When it was all over, Hazz
"The only good people around me are my sisters and my mother," I spoke in a fragile tone, without wanting him to interpret the interruption as a lack of patience. "The fact that they liked you terrified me a little, but made me see how willing you seemed to put me as the center of your world.”"Are you afraid that I would steal my attention? "He suggested, innocently.I giggled low.”“No. I was afraid that they wanted you to really become a member of the family. And I was afraid you wouldn't want to.”" Why would I refuse?”"For my status" I shrugged, making a small face. "For my lifestyle being different from yours. Because if you agreed to be with me, Hazz, you could never continue with this simple life and having only what is necessary. You would have to adapt to luxury. To my common standard of living. And I was afraid that you would retreat if I proposed something like that. You saw what happened on our first unprotected date. I have a target on my back for my fortune, and if you
I didn't know that the sex of a reconciliation could be so intense. So excessively crude. So animalistic and fierce. Jessy grabbed me by the collar of her shirt, holding me between her legs and pulling me to her body. She hugged me with legs, arms and mouth. She kissed me as if all the longing for the world wanted to escape from her chest.And I didn't have the courage to do less than repay that. I wouldn't ask for a conventional love, for a normal sex. My body was at the height of those longings too. Jessy was everything. The center of my whole world. And she could do what she wants with me. I didn't care anymore. Since we were together, I was more than satisfied.The wood from Jessy's dressing table creaked when she pushed me towards the mirror, forcing me to sit partially on the furniture, so that she wouldn't get so small, moving away to interrupt the kiss. With a predatory look, as if she was going to eat me alive, she stopped me with one hand. Jessy studied me, like an animal, w
We didn't have time for provocations. Jessy moaned slylyly, the way she did when she couldn't contain herself, and I knew she was so involved in what she would cum before we could even play. And I really didn't want to be late. We would have time for that later. But now... I couldn't wait for her to adapt as I put myself whole inside her body.She was tighter after a month without using that part so much favorite for me. I penetrated to the bottom with all my will, all my extension entering at once, without any warning that I would do it that way. I seemed even bigger to Jessy after that whole month, as if even her body had been closed to no longer allow anyone to enter.She moaned when she felt the pain, but the moan became a whining when she felt the pleasure, and her body understood who was coming and gave me space for it. It was beautiful how she adapted, how she prepared for me. Your heat and humidity enveloped me, numbed me. And I let out a moan as I pressed one knee against the
“And how would you describe as a reason for all the acquisition between fame and money you recently earned, Miss Jones?” asked the interviewer in a casual and rehearsed tone.I could clearly see all the words he hadn't used, but that I would really like, if I wasn't rich and famous enough to take his job with a snap of his fingers. It was the third interview in a single week. His luck was that we were live, and I couldn't send him to shit for his ridiculous expression and derogatory questions.My fame and money were not recent gains. I worked since I was sixteen, I just had more opportunities than most. However, while I invented an answer not to let go of the countless swear words from my head, the man threw a look at me from head to feet that made me understand where all that veiled poison came from.Fat. Witch. Ridiculous. That's what he intended to insert at the end of the sentence, but he had to be content to call me something else. Not that those adjectives were a reality in my l
It was the third time I was late that week.I could never find on the Internet any explanation of why a nap in the afternoon was so invigorating, but four hours of sleep at night were worse than just not sleeping. There were theories, of course, but I've never been too attached to them. Even because if it were, I would choose much more to look for a job at night and at dawn, and leave the afternoon to rest with the angelic harps that played at the time of the nap, unlike the night when insomnia knocked on my door and only allowed me to sleep after the late hours at dawn.If I had a choice, I would have preferred not to fall asleep, since this would imply the fact that I would erase to the point of not seeing if a herd of mammoths would run over me. But my body, despite the usual years of waking up early and sleeping late, still surrendered to fatigue when my daily tasks were over, and I barely noticed when I was already falling into that sleep of the dead. Therefore, the delays were c
“Where is that asshole?” shouted someone in the back of the studio, being reprimanded at the same time. That place was chaos, a joke. I've never seen a more disorganized team. “Can anyone call Hazz? Why doesn't that sonso answer this cell phone shit?”“He's late” shouted a female voice, followed by a chorus of boos. “I've already warned him that he should leave the house two hours in advance, if he has so much capacity to be late. But does anyone listen to my opinion in this place?”“Keep checking the sound, Amelia” cursed the first voice, and I moved my eyes to the man with headphones and black robes, who shouted orders and pointed everywhere. “I want to know why that guy hasn't been sent away to this day?”“He is protected from Ruth” joked another man, messing with the big cameras that made the live broadcast. “She will only send that scam away when there is no longer a single soul that does not complain about his delays.”The place looked like a pandemonium. In fact, everyone seemed