Chapter 2: Building Tension
Ah, those candidate models. All Gisele Bundchen or Claudia Schiffer-wanabees. Meh, all just whores willing to sell their body to whoever has something shiny enough to give them.
I've seen them all, used them all. But this one, this Polish vixen, she was different. She had a spark, a fire in her eyes that told me she wasn't just another pretty face. I had already seen it as I browsed through her portfolio.
A smoldering gaze, a perfect body, and that Polish accent that dripped like honey from her lips. I knew she was going to be trouble the moment I laid eyes on her. And trouble was exactly what I needed.
Angelika, that was her name. I had seen it scribbled on the application form she had filled out. I made a mental note to remember it, though I doubted I would need to. A name like that was hard to forget.
My office was set up in an old warehouse downtown. The kind of place where the rent was cheap and the neighbors didn't ask questions. Perfect for a quick fuck, and I've had quite a few in here.
Don't make me wrong, I am no pervert and I do not fornicate with every candidate model. But well, sometimes, my position allows me a few treats.
And today, Angelika was the cherry on top of my cake. I knew she was trouble, but I didn't care. I wanted her, and I always got what I wanted.
I sat down at my desk, flipping through her portfolio. Her pictures were stunning, each one capturing her unique beauty.
But it was the last one that caught my eye. It was a close-up of her face, her eyes smoldering, her lips slightly parted. It was the kind of picture that made you want to reach out and touch her, to feel the heat radiating from her body.
I heard the door to my office creak open, and I looked up to see Angelika standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a colorful, and short, summer dress.
The fabric clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and mischief. She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up and creating a tantalizing cleavage.
"Like what you see?" she asked before any kind of greeting, her voice laced with amusement.
I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving her body. "You know I do," I replied, a smirk playing on my lips. Even from there, I could already smell her perfume lingering in the air. It was a sweet, exotic scent that made my cock twitch in my pants. "Come forward, and please have a seat.", I offered her, pointing at a small sofa in the corner of the office.
She sauntered over, her hips swaying seductively with each step, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She perched on the edge of the couch, her legs crossed, her dress riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her toned thighs.
"Good," I said, "You know, this was a bit of a test, I like to see how models move around and sit gracefully, tells a lot!".
She laughed, a sound that was as husky as it was sultry. "Well, I hope I passed the test," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
I chuckled, leaning forward in my chair. "Oh, you passed with flying colors. But there's still one more thing I need to see."
Her eyebrows shot up, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Oh, really? And what might that be?"
I stood up, walking around my desk until I was standing in front of her.
I could see her pulse quickening, her breath hitching as I loomed over her. "Well,", I whispered naughtily while undoing my belt, "I'm a male producer, your a hot female candidate...". I inched forward, her face was level with my fly. "Girl, I'm sure you already know how to get bonus points on your file.", I said, my hand gently caressing the back of her head through her silky blonde hair.
Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, a mix of surprise and excitement dancing in their green depths. She knew exactly what I was implying.
She hesitated for a moment, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. I could see the gears turning in her head, weighing the pros and cons of what I was asking. But I also saw the hunger in her eyes, the desire that was slowly overtaking her initial shock.
I decided to give her a little nudge, pushing my hips forward slightly, my bulge now right in front of her face. I could feel the heat of her breath through my pants, and it sent a shiver down my spine, which amplified as she finally extened one of her delicate hands, and inserted it in my open zip, touching gently the surface of my stretched undies.
She slowly rubbed it, causing me to exhale loudly, my cock already throbbing with anticipation.
Angelika licked her lips, her eyes fluttering up to meet mine. "You want me to suck your cock, don't you?" she whispered, her voice a husky purr. It wasn't a question, but a statement, a challenge even.
I smirked, my hand still caressing her hair. "I thought that was implied," I replied, my voice low and laced with desire. Her hand got a little more insistent, rubbing back and forth, and more intensely my crotch through my trunks' fabric.
I could feel my cock getting harder, straining against the confines of my underwear. Angelika's eyes never left mine, her expression a mix of defiance and desire.
"Well," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "I guess I should give the producer what he wants, shouldn't I?"
Before I could respond, she leaned forward, her hands reaching for my partially undone belt. She undid it with practiced ease, her fingers brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. She then unbuttoned my pants, her knuckles grazing my hardening cock, making me hiss in anticipation.
With a sly smile, she pulled down my pants and boxers in one swift motion, freeing my aching dick. It sprang up,standing at attention, ready for her.
Angelika took a moment to appreciate the sight, her eyes widening slightly as she took in my length and thickness. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them, her green eyes never leaving mine.
Then, she leaned in, her breath hot on my skin, and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. I groaned, my hands fisting her hair, guiding her as she took me deeper into her mouth. "Good girl", I hissed, in between the first spasms of pleasure.
Angelika's head bobbed up and down, her lips creating a tight seal around my shaft. She was fucking me with her mouth, her tongue swirling around my cock, tasting every inch of me. I could feel the moisture building up, her saliva slicking my member, making it easier for her to take me deeper.
I looked down, watching as she swallowed my length, her nose brushing against my trimmed pubic hair. She pulled back, her lips popping off the head of my cock, a string of saliva connecting us. She would then flicker her tongue around my cockhead, then slightly bend in order to lick the bottom part of my penis, the glans almost touching her forehead. She then even tasted my balls, swallowing each of them for a few seconds at a time.
She was a professional, I had to give her that. Her tongue was like a little snake, exploring every inch of my scrotum, making me squirm with pleasure.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at me. "I'm going to cum, Angelika," I growled, my voice laced with desire. "Are you going to swallow it all like a good girl?"
She looked up at me, her eyes watering from the effort, but her expression determined. "Mmm-hmm," she mumbled, her lips still wrapped around my cock.
She didn't even bother to pull back, just nodded her agreement, her throat vibrating against my flesh.
"Fuck, yes," I hissed, my grip on her hair tightening. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up, my cock pulsing. I thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.
She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she reached up, her hands gripping my ass, pulling me even closer, taking me even deeper.
I felt her throat relax, allowing me to slide in further, my balls now slapping against her chin.
"Fuck, yes," I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. I could feel my orgasm approaching, my cock throbbing, my balls aching. I was ready to explode, and I couldn't hold back any longer.
I grabbed her hair tighter, my hips bucking as I started to cum. I felt my hot seed pulsing into her mouth, filling her up. She swallowed it all, her throat working to keep up with the flow, her eyes never leaving mine.
I could feel her lips stretch wide around my shaft, her tongue lapping up every last drop. When I finally pulled back, my cock slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop, she licked her lips, a satisfied smile playing on them.
"Good girl," I praised, my voice still ragged from my orgasm. I tucked myself back into my pants, zipping up and buckling my belt. She stayed where she was, her legs still splayed, her dress still hiked up, leaving little to the imagination.
I could see the glistening wetness between her thighs, a testament to her own arousal. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her green eyes still smoldering with desire.
I walked back to my desk, my steps slow and deliberate. "Alright, let's talk business." I mentioned casually. "Have you thought about your stage name darling? Not sure you want to use you real name for what's in the pipe for you.", I added with a grin.
She looked at me, still disheveled and confused, but the lust in her eyes was undeniable. Her pornstar name, she had never thought about that. She whispered she had always been Angelika, plain and simple. So, I helped her with a suggestion, some kind of tribute to today's quickie: "What about Angelika... Sucka?".
I suggested, my grin widening at the thought. "Catchy, don't you think?" "Well, I guess that's one way to make sure people remember me," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
I chuckled, my eyes never leaving hers. "Trust me, darling, with a body like yours, they won't need a reminder."
She blushed slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "So, what now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.