The Foremes Modeling Agency Building, Grand Street, Southport, New Jersey.....
Bright lights flashed all around as Ron Hemming stood before the cameras this time dressed in the latest in suit wear fashion in the form of a dark blue suit with a long sleeve firmly pressed white shirt unbuttoned at the collar and tilted to show off his bad boy chest while Corey snapped shot after shot. Ron posed putting his hands in to the pockets of his trousers and did his best not to roll his eyes at the direction he was given by the photo happy Corey in terms of good posing. The shiny black loafers were a nice touch to complete the over all look as he stood beside a marketed bottle of men's cologne which was clear in color and seen through a thick glass bottle with a gold top that seemed to suggest expensive as the various angles of the camera brought it to life.
Talia had been present standing amid the crew with her arms folded across her chest. She was as lovely a sight as she'd ever been with her long brown locks down her back and her white french tipped nails and long healthy legs semi exposed due to the tight turquoise dress that hugged her curves and brought attention unwanted or otherwise to her shapely hips. She wore white strap on shoes that wrapped around her ankles and made her feet which were elegant and lovely stand out.
Ron noted the toned shade of red on her lips and smiled recalling just how much he loved that color on her and how many times he had kissed her only to have her leave behind a red smear on his neck and attire whenever things got hot and heavy between them. He knew all too well that Talia was furious with him for getting her to indulge him like he had so many times before. She swore she wouldn't go back to him, no matter how good the sex had been due to his terrible reputation and attitude concerning women but she had let him back in just the same.
"Alright Mr. Sexy." said Corey with a smile as he took several more shots of Ron. "Pose or me."
Ron did just that teasing Talia from where he stood for good measure as he watched her pout and fold her arms across her chest as she attempted to will herself to give him a piece of her mind after he'd taken her body yet again and took off like nothing had ever happened.
Talia rolled her eyes fed up with Ron's teasing and took off toward her dressing room. Ron smirked and followed after her having finished up his shoot. Corey seemed happy enough with the shots he had taken so far and went off to get the photos developed. The rest of the crew were busy making sure the other models did their job and looked well enough in the light to pass of professionals.
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Talia's Dressing Room, The Foremes Modeling Agency Building, Grand Street, Southport, New Jersey.....
The moment Ron rounded the corner and stepped foot into Talia's dressing room, he was treated to a resounding smack across the face via her open hand as she glared murderously at him for several minutes before she started shouting and calling him names that were none too flattering. Ron ignored this, as he often did and grabbed her via the waist pulling her into his heated kiss as she attempted to pull away. He managed to pin her up against the wall again much like before and she valiantly attempted to resist the urges that plagued her ever since she met him. With little in the way of objection, Ron swiftly unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down her panties discarding them as she began to breathe harshly as a result of her inner struggle.
She had hated Ron Hemming with every fiber of her being, but her body craved him between her thighs like so many other women whom had fallen prey to his lustful advances. Talia gasped when she felt the familiar intrusion as her back hit against the smooth portion of the wall that lined her dressing room.
"Bastard." she hissed as he thrust into her deeply.
She hated that she craved him this much. His scent was intoxicating and his body well toned and heavy against hers as she felt her breasts which were still covered via the top portion of her dress and the bra she wore were firmly pressed against his shirt covered chest. The end of her dress was bunched at her thighs due to Ron preferring it that way as he continued to have his wicked way with her. She clung to him like she had before closing her eyes when she felt him delve too deep as she attempted to stifle the moans that threatened to escape her pretty mouth as before.
Ron's suit trousers dropped down to his ankles as he pumped his hips into the pelvis of his on again off again lover enjoying the precious moments they shared like so many before ever since she'd come to work for the agency.
Talia couldn't hold back as Ron felt the slick warmth inside her that signaled her first measure of release and smirked pumping his hips faster and faster. She opened her eyes gasping for breath as he continued to jolt her body along the wall and took notice of his smugness and rolled her eyes.
"S-Stop s-smiling...you...arse." she said before his thrusts restricted her communication center to sending out only moans due to the fact that it could no longer work properly in the wake of the overloading sense of pleasure coming from their act.
Ron grunted as his hips continued to move pumping faster and faster as she once more bit down on his shoulder to stifle a moan and cling to him tighter. Outside of her dressing room, much of the crew and staff remained oblivious to the goings ons between Talia and Ron, despite there being some speculation and the obvious wishes of their many fans.
Talia hissed as she felt Ron drilling her insides with maximum force and speed just the way she liked it when they were rolling around in each other's beds. She didn't know what it was about him, he was every bit as addictive as a drug and just as bad for her in the long run but she couldn't seem to help herself and spread her legs for him more often than not if only to feel that all too familiar intense pounding that she had come to enjoy from the first time it happened.
Ron let out a groan and she felt the pulsing from his enormous appendage that signaled the onset of his release as she gripped him tighter as he filled her, the sweet rush of a heat indescribable as it coated the back of her very womb despite not having much to work with in terms of a possible pregnancy.
Panting and sweaty beyond belief, Ron slowly eased Talia back down to the floor withdrawing his slick cock as it continued to pulse and drip the remainder of his release onto the ground before he pulled up his trousers and tucked it back inside. Talia pulled down her dress and pulled up her panties glaring at Ron whom seemed quite pleased with himself at the moment.
"Just go." she muttered annoyed that he'd still been there to see her a mess after what he'd done.
Ron swiftly pulled her into a heated kiss before taking off this time stepping out into the hall and closing her door behind him. Talia sighed as she stood with her back pressed up against the wall, this time to support her weight as her knees were much too weak in the wake of their act for her to stand on her own.
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The Main Hall, The Foremes Modeling Agency Building, Grand Street, Southport, New Jersey.....
Ron was halfway toward his dressing room when Heather stopped him about a phone call from a girl that sounded as if she'd been a mere teenager. He sighed and took the call straight away with Heather staring at him as if to question why he'd been speaking to a girl that young and what she'd been doing out of school as it were.
"Ron speaking." he said alerting Savannah to his presence on the phone.
{"Sorry to bother you, but could you bring back some pizza?"} she asked. {"I've been looking through the fridge and there was nothing here that I want and I just really want some pizza."}
Ron sighed looking every bit as annoyed as he felt in that moment, but he was of the mind to comply nonetheless.
"Alright." he said. "I'll pick some up on the way home, anything else?"
{"Would it be too much for you to stop and get some strawberry soda?"} asked Savannah with an inquisitive tone.
"Strawberry soda it is." said Ron wishing she'd get the call over with so Heather could stop staring at him.
{"Thanks Ron."} said Savannah pleased about their measure of cooperation thus far.
"No problem." replied Ron before hanging up.
Heather continued to stare at him for a few moments.
"She's family." said Ron annoyed about her staring at him. "Part of the reason my father dropped by the other day."
Heather seemed to get the point and smiled. It was very rare for Ron to speak about his family, and now she'd managed to meet his father and talk to another member of the household in the span of a few days.
"At least you're making an effort to be kind." she said. "More than I can say for your usual brand of decency."
Ron rolled his eyes knowing full well what she'd been alluding to.
"Whatever." he muttered before making his way back to his dressing room.
It didn't take him long to discard the suit and dress shoes in favor of his jeans and boots. He pulled on his white tight fitting t-shirt and walked out the door after gathering his things. He stopped off at the local market despite hating to do any sort of shopping unless he really needed to and grabbed the largest bottle of strawberry soda he could find and stopped in for the pizza Savannah requested before heading home.
The prospect of him, a grown man twice over running errands for a teenage girl was something he had not in the least enjoyed, but he indulged her only so much as she'd just lost her father and had her world shattered in the span of a few days.