If you haven't read Part 1, you can find it here.
Victoria went back to the estate and the shoot she was on with visions of her master and the role play they had done flashing through her mind. It made her wet as she thought about servicing him in the airport parking lot as life went on around them; it also was a distraction that more than one person commented on, including Valentino. “Victoria, where’s your mind; we have one more day and I want to get everything I can out of you”
Victoria thought about what her master had said about seducing him and wondered if Valentino had any idea as to what he would get out of her with a single command from her master. She was wearing a skimpy little thong , laying in the warm surf as it rolled between her legs and under her torso; she moved as if her master was under her, thrusting his cock deep inside. Each time a wave climaxed on the beach she felt it slap against her ass and cunt and she imagined his hand. She ground her hips against the pliable sand as if grinding them into him and began to feel her own climax swell.
“That’s it, now you’re getting hot. Make the camera love you; tease it, taunt it, c’mon give it to me”
She couldn’t hear Valentino though, instead it was her master saying ”Give it to me” and so she did; right there in front of the photographer, his assistant and several other people, she came.
“Very nice, if I didn’t know better I’d swear you were fucking the beach. Now be a good girl and get ready for your next shot”
He had her move down the beach to a pier and work around the pilings; she concluded by wrapping a single arm around the piling, pressing her hip into it and laying her torso back. Valentino and his assistant loved it and continued to shoot as she ground her crotch against the weathered post. Everything she did that day had the same result and for the same reason; she was her Master’s slut and he had told her that he wanted her to seduce Valentino at the party, this was in her mind foreplay and she was enjoying it.
He finished shooting her and said, “I don’t know what you were thinking about, but if this had been a video, it would have bordered on porn; not that I’m complaining, it was very hot”
“Well I guess I got his attention” she thought.
Valentino let her go shower while he continued shooting the other girls, but she had planted thoughts that were a definite distraction and when the other girls didn’t give it what she had, he let them know that he was disappointed.
The shower felt good after being in salt water, she lathered her hair and used a gel on her body. While laying in the surf may have aroused her to orgasm; it also left sand deposits in her lower orifices. She used the hand held shower massage to remove the tiny grains between her cheeks, but when she brought it to her cunt she changed the setting from “shower” to “pulsating massage” and held it high enough to pulsate on her already abused and aroused clit.
“I’m a dirty little cum slut” she thought, but as the words formulated in her mind she imagined her Master holding the shower massage and manipulating her orgasm. “I am His dirty little cum slut. Fuck me Sir, fuck me” She came repeatedly, until her clit became so sensitive that she had to remove the pulsating water. Her knees were weak as she finished her shower; she wrapped her hair and body in towels and laid on the bed with legs spread. “God that shower felt good” she thought, as she drifted off in erotic thought. She fell asleep with those thoughts in mind and her dreams were as delicious as her day had been. When she woke up, she drug her forefinger through her cunt and then tasted the silken fluid on it ,“My God, I am a slut even in my sleep” she said out loud. She went back to the bathroom and cleaned up her wet pussy, vowing not to start playing with it again.
Valentino wrapped up the shoot at 3PM, thanked the models and let them go. Victoria approached him before heading back to the house, “You are coming tonight, right? My (she almost said Master) Jarrod wants to meet you, he’s very interested in your work and will be disappointed if you don’t show up.”
Valentino looked at her and almost sensed desperation in her eyes. He wasn’t accustomed to partying with the models; unlike most of his colleagues/other photographers, he liked to separate his private life from those he worked with, so his first inclination was to just say “No”. But this woman was special to him and her pleading eyes reminded him of a little girl asking her father for something special; he could almost imagine a shrill “Pleeeease!” coming from her mouth and the thought made him smile. “I don’t usually attend parties after a shoot” he started and saw her frown, “But I wouldn’t want to disappoint your Jarrod. I need to do some work so may be a bit late and really can’t stay long, but I’ll be there”
Victoria smiled and quickly kissed his cheek. “Thank you, I know you’ll have a good time and I can’t wait to introduce you to Jarrod” She left his side, went to her room, grabbed her bags and was heading to her car when one of the other girls approached her. Gabriella (Gabby to her friends) was in her early 20’s, tall, lean, with a dark complexion and dark hair; this was her first shoot with Valentino and she (like others before her) had quickly formed an attraction to him.
“Is he coming?” Gabby asked.
“He said he would, but it will be later and he won’t stay long” Victoria knew why the young girl had asked and was concerned Gabby might scare him off if she came on too strong. “He promised he would come to meet my boyfriend (the term was almost repugnant to her, because it didn’t really describe what Jarrod was to her) and I believe he will come.” The word had barely left her lips when her cunt twitched. “I think Master wants him to cum, not just come” she mused and smiled.
“I just want to get to know him better; I’ve enjoyed the shoot, but haven’t really had an opportunity to talk to him, because he’s always busy”
“I’ve done over a dozen shoots with him and can honestly say, “He seldom spends time with the girls”. Before you ask, let me say “No he’s not gay”, he’s just very private, so his presence tonight will be a real treat.” Gabby nodded as if to show understanding, but Victoria knew she didn’t have a clue as to what she meant by “treat” “Well I have to run and help Jarrod, get this together; I’ll see you tonight” Victoria put her bags on the back seat and got in the car. She looked over at the passenger seat and the white ring that had formed on it; her cunt twitched again. “Not now” she said looking down at her crotch.
On the way to the hotel she pulled into a gas station, grabbed a couple of things from her bag and went into the ladies room. She entered a stall and removed the sun dress she had been wearing as well as her bra and panties and put on her Daisy Duke shorts and the shirt she had been wearing when she picked up Jarrod at the airport. She exited the bathroom, went back to her car, got in and started to leave when two men stepped in front of the car. One was older, maybe in his late 40’s with a beer belly and stubble on his face; the other was in his late teens or early twenties clean shaven and was wearing a white t-shirt and tight blue jeans.
“Whoa, what’s your hurry babe?” the older guy said, “My boy and I were wondering if you’d like to double date” The younger man was leaning into the car on the passenger side. Victoria’s heart started pounding, she knew exactly what they wanted and that the only reason they had approached her was because of the way she was dressed. Usually when she was in this situation Jarrod was right there playing with her, so she could play the role of the cheap whore without worrying about being assaulted; this time she was on her own.
“So you guys would like to double team me, huh. Maybe have me suck one cock while the other one fucks me or have me give you both hand jobs and catch your cum on my face? Is that the idea?” Both men were visualizing the events as she described them and both were getting hard as they listen. “Well, I think I might just enjoy that. Is that your rig?” she asked, while pointing to the eighteen wheeler parked behind the station.
“Yep, that’s mine and there’s a bunk in the back” the older guy said.
“Good, then we don’t need a room. You guys go get in the truck and get naked so we can get started right away, because I don’t like to fuck around; I’ll need to go clean up. I mean, you wouldn’t want my last client’s cum dripping out on you, would you?”
The men looked at each other and nodded, “No Mam, you just go wash up and we’ll be ready” the younger guy said. Victoria exited the car; her heart was pounding as she walked to the restroom and watched the men, walk toward the truck. When she got in the stall she reached into her purse, pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911.
“I want to report two men in an eighteen wheeler behind a gas station that exposed themselves to me and my children. I think they’re perverts.” The 911 operator told her a car was on its way and would be there any minute. When the police car pulled up it blocked the truck in, allowing her to exit the bathroom and get in her car. She watched the troopers get out and approach the truck’s cab with guns drawn. The trooper on the passenger side pounded on the side door leading to the sleeping area.
“This is the police” he said as he opened the door exposing the two men who had stripped down to their socks. As she drove off she could see them being cuffed in her rearview mirror.
“Master is going to love this” she thought as she got back on the highway.
She arrived back at the hotel around five and pulled her bags out of the car; the bellhop eyed her suspiciously. “Take these to the penthouse” she said. She had the valet park her car and walked through the lobby. She looked over at the check-in and saw the same clerk that had been there when she left. She winked at him and yelled across the lobby, “I guess I made a good impression on him, he asked me back” The clerk blushed as every head turned to face him. She got in the elevator with the bellhop and rode up to the penthouse and then followed him to their suite. Victoria knocked on the door and waited for her Master to answer.
When he did, he looked at her and then the bellhop. “I see you brought the baggage up” he said with a very stern expression on his face. “Put her in the bedroom and leave the suitcases” The bellhop was confused and just stood at the door looking at him. “Oh very well, I’ll put her in the bedroom” Jarrod said shoving $5 into the poor confused bellboy’s hand. Victoria stepped through the door as Jarrod picked up the bags and kicked the door shut.
They headed for the bedroom as she told him about her gas station adventure. “You’re lucky that worked out for you; if I had been one of those guys, I wouldn’t have left you alone. If you went to the bathroom I would have been right there and if you tried to call the police I would have kicked in the stall door, dragged you out and raped you on the bathroom floor”
All Victoria said in response was, “Let’s go to bed, you’re making me wet”
Jarrod reached down and felt the thin denim seam that parted her labia, then ran his finger under the cloth and into her pussy. “So you are” he said as he pushed her onto the bed. He looked down on her and pulled a pocket knife out of his pants pocket. He loosened his belt and dropped his pants as he opened the knife and sat next to her on the bed. “Time for a little nip and fuck” he said as he slowly brought the knife over her leg, under the fabric to a point just under the bottom of the zipper at the beginning of the seam. He twisted the knife under the fabric so that the edge pressed against the cloth and began to apply pressure; as the thin strip dug deeper into her cunt, the blade cut deeper into the seam, eventually cutting through it.
Victoria had closed her eyes and was imagining her two would-be assailants tearing her clothes off as they prepared to rape her. She could see the knife in the older man’s hand, as he encouraged the younger one to penetrate her. As she fantasized, Jarrod plunged two of his fingers into her; she put her hand to her mouth imagining the sordid scene and her inability to fight her assailant off. Jarrod could tell she was fantasizing and could only imagine what it was. “Fucking slut, give me what I want or I’ll kill you” he said while putting the knife to her throat. She could feel him straddle her and spread her legs with his feet, but it was the younger trucker she imagined on her while the older guy held the knife at her throat. Jarrod brought his hardened cock to her wet parted lips and pushed it in. He said nothing and focused his energy on the forcible rape of his girl. Victoria’s imagination brought it all together; she fought the urge to cum, because it was a rape and “good girls” fought off rapist. But she wasn’t a good girl and they both knew it, so she enjoyed the whole scene; even when he rolled her over, she imagined the gross older man fucking her ass and as Jarrod came she squirted her cum onto the bed.
“You bastard! I love you!”
“Of course you do, now go wash your slutty body off; we have work to do”
While Victoria showered yet again; Jarrod arranged to have a caterer take care of the food and beverages, then he pulled his I-pod out of his suitcase and plugged it into the room’s sound system. He programmed it to play the equivalent of “lounge” music; that music no one really hears which gets better as more alcohol is consumed. As Victoria did her hair and make-up; Jarrod showered and shaved.
It was shortly before 9PM that people began to arrive, several of the models brought dates as did Valentino’s crew. Valentino showed up just before 10, with a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne. Victoria flew across the room, gave him a peck on the cheek and thanked him for coming as she put her arm in his and guided him towards Jarrod. “I want to introduce you to the other man in my life” she said in the way of an introduction.
“Victoria has been bragging about you and I must say it made me a bit jealous, I’m Jarrod”
“Please, I never mix work with play; I know others who have and it usually ends in disaster and though your Victoria is one of my favorite models, I have always known that she is yours first. I am Valentino and very pleased to meet you” The photographer presented the Champagne to Jarrod, who immediately put it in an ice bucket and hid it under the table.
“We must let that chill and keep it away from the bourgeoisie; I’m afraid they could not appreciate it as we will. May I offer you something else?” Jarrod asked.
“A red wine would be nice” Jarrod apologized for the quality of the wine as he handed it to Valentino, noting he was not prepared to entertain a connoisseur or fine wine. “Hardly a connoisseur though I do appreciate quality in most things.”
“To quality” Jarrod said raising his glass to Valentino.
“Quality” the photographer responded
“I should tell you that I threw this party so that I could meet you. Victoria has talked a lot about you and the quality of your work. I have looked at some of the shots you have taken of her during other photo shoots and I was really impressed with what I saw. Later I would like to talk to you about a shoot I would like to have done and I am willing to pay, but not now. Now is a time for enjoying the end of a week and the end of this shoot. He directed Victoria to take “her favorite photographer” and mingle as he had a bit of work to do in the bedroom. “We will pop the cork on the Champagne a bit later”
Gabby joined Valentino and Victoria as they talked shop and future projects with another model. The young girl was drinking an apple martini and doing her best to act mature, but it was obvious that she was limited. She had grown up in a small town in Idaho, had finished high school with two ambitions; to become a model and escape the town she grew up in without becoming pregnant or a drug addict like so many of her friends had. She had gone to Seattle a month after graduating when she heard the William Morris agency was recruiting; she spent most of her money to have some professional head shots made and had managed to be selected for other testing, but nothing came of it. She had the right look to appear in an Abercrombie and Fitch ads, but had to be a store model first. She was able to get on at their Seattle store and eventually made it as a store model, but age is the enemy of most models and within four years her time in front of their cameras was dwindling. She went back to William Morris with a portfolio and experience and was picked up by the agency; it was through that agency that she made her initial contact with Valentino. She had achieved her two primary goals and had set a new goal; she wanted to marry someone who could support her for the rest of her life and she considered Valentino as a viable candidate for matrimony, but her lack of maturity and guile were drawbacks in her quest. Gabby was obvious about her admiration and after 2 apple martinis was practically throwing herself at the photographer who was becoming uncomfortable with the situation.
“I think I may need to leave soon”
“Can you drop me off?” Gabby asked. Victoria could see the affect Gabby’s behavior was having on Valentino and called Jarrod over.
“Valentino, if you have a moment I’d like to talk to you in private. Victoria get gabby a cab and join us in the other room once she’s on her way” Jarrod said. He took the photographer by the arm as Victoria took Gabby aside.
“I’ll get you a cab; he is going to be a while.”
“I can wait”
“I don’t, think so. You are blowing it and if you continue I can almost guarantee you’ll never work with him again. I told you earlier he doesn’t get involved with his models and you could find yourself with greater problems if word of your behavior tonight got out. I strongly suggest that you take a cab now while he’s talking to Jarrod and I will smooth this out” The girl looked at Victoria and though intoxicated knew she was right. She thanked Victoria and went to the lobby to wait for the cab.
Jarrod had grabbed the Dom Perignon and 3 glasses as they moved toward the bedroom. “She’ll take care of that situation; Victoria’s maturity is a god send after having known girls like Gabby.”
“I know what you mean, it’s one of the reasons I don’t get involved with my models; they may be three dimensional physically, but mentally they are two dimensional. You are a lucky man; Victoria is a gem”
“I know and that is why I want you to do a private shoot for me. I would like to have our relationship documented on film; you are an artist and I believe you can capture the raw sensual nature of that relationship” Jarrod was staring the photographer directly in the eye when Victoria entered the room, grabbed a glass of champagne and sat down.
“I got Gabby a cab and calmed her down. She apologized for her behavior; she’s young and enthusiastic, but needs to develop some control of it. I hope you give her another chance” Victoria hadn’t heard an apology, but she didn’t want to see Gabby’s career ended by a silly event. “So what are you two up to” Jarrod told her what he had told Valentino and she smiled.
“He’s wanted this for some time. We’ve tried taking photo’s ourselves, but I’m afraid it’s difficult to be in the moment and behind the lens at the same time” she told the photographer.
“I can understand that, but exactly what kind of photos are we talking about?”
“Erotic, sensual, artistic photo’s of us, for us. We are more than just boyfriend and girlfriend, but our lifestyle is not is not one everyone understands. Victoria had concerns about asking you to do this; she values your friendship and professional opinion of her, but I insisted because she has talked about your passion for your art” Jarrod could see that the photographer was still trying to grasp what he wanted. “I am asking you to photograph our passion in bed and out. To photograph Victoria as she experiences pain and pleasure at my hand and I am willing to pay whatever you ask.” Valentino put his glass to his mouth and emptied the champagne from it.
“I am not unfamiliar with erotic photography or BDSM, but I try to keep my personal life and professional life separate. I could lose some of my more conservative ad clients if my name became associated with what they may consider to be pornography, but in this case Victoria runs even a greater risk since she will be exposed on film and my name will not appear anywhere. So I will ask her, is it what you want?” Victoria looked at Jarrod and smiled.
“My personal and professional life are his and I know neither of you would do anything to destroy me. I want this.”
Jarrod filled the three glasses and proposed a toast, “To life and living it” The three drank the champagne and discussed where and when the shoot would occur.
“I have the estate through the weekend and my equipment is here; I suggest we start tomorrow” Jarrod was both shocked and pleased with the photographer’s desire to start immediately; he had anticipated being put off. “I have sent everyone else home, so it will just be the three of us and I have a feeling that a lot of “Life” can be captured in 48 hours” He got up and moved to the door; Victoria gave him a kiss on the cheek and he was out the door.
It was 2:30 in the morning and the party goers were either gone or passed out. One couple had moved into the second bedroom and the girl’s cries and moans could be heard through the wall. “I am not going to interrupt them; they will find their way home in the morning. Right now all I want is our bed and you.” Jarrod pushed her toward the door, “Now be a good little slut and make your Master happy”
“Always Sir” she said walking through the door. Soon the few stragglers who remained in the main room were being bombarded by the sounds of sex coming from both walls and decided it was time to move on.
Jarrod and Victoria arrived at the estate around noon. Valentino was finishing a late breakfast and offered them a bite to eat, but Jarrod declined. “We will eat later” He was shown around the property and the three decided which areas would be used during the shoot. They went to their room and removed their street clothes. From that point on Victoria was completely exposed; Jarrod knew that having her naked in this way humbled her, making her submission complete. He also wanted the photographer to see her as he did and in some twisted way wanted him to desire her as he did; Jarrod believed that desire would be caught during the shoot and capture the passion they shared.
Jarrod was right; Victoria, who was shy by nature, became even more submissive to both men. Jarrod and the photographer would talk about how she was to pose, but it was Valentino who demanded even more from her. She was humble, but aroused by what was happening as he posed her while masturbating or being taken by her Master; more than once he captured her during an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough he wanted more.
When Jarrod felt it was time, he told her to grasp the rail of the bed; when she did he bound her wrists. He fucked her in front of Valentino and while her cunt still was still dripping wet with his cum, he began to beat her (knowing the marks he left would fade before any future shoot.
Valentino photographed her and as he focused on her cunt began to think about his own cock penetrating her warm, wet, pink slit. He no longer was uninvolved with his model; he wanted her, if only once. Jarrod watched him and noticed the bulge in the photographers pants. “She fucks like a beast in heat” he whispered in the photographer’s ear.
“I think it’s time to stop; I need to prepare for tomorrow” The photographer felt as exposed as his model and it made him feel vulnerable knowing Jarrod was aware of it. It was obvious to him that his decision to do the photo shoot, had been a bad one. It was not the fact he was taking erotic photos that bordered on pornography; he had taken hundreds of such shots using a variety of models, but had always been able to view his model as nothing more than that. Victoria was now more than a model; she had become the object of his desire and he knew he could not have her. “I will process what I have, so that you can view them tonight and then we will complete the shoot in the morning. I would like to finish by noon”
There was an uneasiness in his voice that Victoria had never heard and though Jarrod was aware of the photographer’s new found desire; Victoria was oblivious. “Is everything alright?” she asked. Jarrod looked at the photographer and waited to hear his response
“Everything is fine. I’m just tired; it’s been a long week.” was his response, though what he wanted to say was “You are no longer my model; you are my inspiration. I want to take you in ways he can’t imagine and if given the opportunity I will” Jarrod listened, but he knew what the photographer was thinking.
“He’s right. We need to wrap this up. Let’s look at the proofs tonight; if what you’ve taken satisfies my needs, there may be no need to do anything tonight. Go slip something on and we’ll get a bite to eat.” Victoria went to their room to clean up and get dressed, leaving the two men alone. Jarrod poured himself a drink and offered to get something for Valentino, but the photographer declined.
Valentino looked Jarrod in the eye, “This shoot is done. I can’t continue to remain removed and that will compromise my art; I’m sorry”
“I understand, she does unleash something in a man that even she is not aware of and I can only imagine how that has affected you.”
“I’m not sure you can. I will down load what I’ve shot and you can view them after you have dinner”
“You’re not coming?”
“No I have enough food here and I want to look at what I’ve done.”
Jarrod explained the plan as he and Victoria dressed. She felt bad that the photographer wasn’t joining them, but knew when he was working, that he didn’t eat and though it wasn’t a real shoot; it was still work. She asked if there was anything he wanted while they were out, but he just shook his head and said, “I’m fine”
He took his cameras and removed the memory chips, then inserted the first one into a card reader and waited for the images to download. Photography had come a long way since he started taking photos as a boy. There was a time when he wasted countless rolls of film trying to capture his subject; now it was easy to modify a photo with a computer program and enhance a picture that might have been deemed unsalvageable 20 yrs earlier. He had taken close to 200 photographs that day and as he viewed the thumbnails realized there was very little he would change (with the possible exception of removing Jarrod from any if not all of them).
He brought up the full size images of her and again began to feel the desire he had felt during the shoot. “What have I done?” he thought, “Why did I allow this to happen?” He knew that he would probably never be able to work with her again without thinking about being with her and as he thought of having that opportunity; his cock began to respond like a schoolboy’s looking at a forbidden Playboy magazine. “This is ridiculous; I have hundreds of models, many of whom have come on to me and I’m obsessing about one that I can’t have.” He remembered how obvious Gabby had been the night before and how easily he blew her off. “It just doesn’t work; mixing work and pleasure always causes problems.”
He continued to scan the images and soon came upon the shots he had taken while she was bound to the bedrail and being fucked by Jarrod as well as those of her post coital glistening cunt. His arousal during the shoot could not be satisfied, but now as he recalled the sight and sounds of her sexual seduction; he began to rub the bulge in his pants. He hastily unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and released his swollen cock. He could not take his eyes off of the her cunt and the bead of cum in it that the camera had captured as he stroked his erection. He imagined his hand wrapped in her blonde mane as he pushed his cock deep inside her wet cunt and stroked harder until he could not hold back the wave of cum that had been building since the shoot began. As his cum was released he imagined it flooding her and the cry she would let out; his eyes closed with the image of her freshly fucked pussy locked in his mind.
Several minutes passed before he opened his eyes, little did he know that by cumming to her image he had brought Jarrod’s demand of Victoria to fruition. Valentino had cum, but he was far from satisfied; in fact if anything, he was only more frustrated. He went into the bathroom and washed his hands, then his cock and finally took a cold wash cloth and washed his face. He looked in the mirror and shook his head; “This was a bad idea and I must stop, before it becomes worse” he said to the reflection in the mirror.
When the couple returned, they found him sitting on the sofa in a dimly lit room with a drink in hand. “You missed a good meal” Jarrod said, “How did the shots, turn out?”
“I think I have captured what you wanted and that you should be happy with what we all ready have. There are over 200 photos, each one more passionate than even I could have imagined and I don’t think I can bring anything more out of Victoria” In truth he knew that he could continue to shoot pictures, but couldn’t stand the idea of watching her pleasure her Master. “You may look at what I have and tell me what you think in the morning; as for me I am tired and need sleep. I will see you in the morning.” The couple looked at each other sensing that something wasn’t being said, but agreed to do as the photographer had suggested and wished him a good night. Valentino walked towards his bedroom as Jarrod poured two glasses of red wine.
They went to the computer and began looking at the images as they sipped the wine. The images were hot and vivid, even the black and white images had an illumination that highlighted her sex and power it emitted. “You were right, he is an artist and I think he has exhausted himself seeing you in this way” It wasn’t hard for Jarrod to perceive what the photographer had experienced, his photos exposed him as much as Victoria was exposed. Jarrod was becoming aroused as they looked at the photos and began touching Victoria in subtle ways. Sensing the same thing he was, she reached over and unzipped his pants and began massaging his cock until it was erect. As Jarrod looked at the photo of her bound; she dropped to her knees, positioned herself between his legs and took his cock into her mouth. Jarrod wrapped his hand in her hair and as she sucked, began to bob her head up and down on his cock. She knew what he liked and knew when he was about to cum; he pressed her head against his crotch until his cock almost gagged her, but she didn’t gag and when the flow of his creamy cum came, she swallowed and felt his cock’s warm content wash down her throat. “Good girl” he said patting her head. “Time for bed” he said as he stood and brought Victoria to her feet.
Valentino was up early the next morning; by the time Jarrod and Victoria came out of their room he had coffee ready and had packed up his equipment. “Well what did you think of the pictures?”
Victoria smiled as Jarrod responded, “You are every bit the artist that Victoria said you were; a man would have to be dead not to be aroused by those. I don’t know how you could remain focused given the subject matter, but you did and captured what I knew was there. What you were able to do will be worth any price you ask; so what should I write the check out for?”
“I don’t want a check”
“Well I can’t get you cash until I get to an ATM, what is your price?”
“I don’t want a check or cash”
“What then?” Jarrod wasn’t expecting what came next.
“I want her, one time and the photos are yours. As you said, I captured her raw sexuality and would have to be dead not to have become aroused by it. You said they would be worth any price I demanded and that is my price.”
Victoria didn’t know how to respond, her Master had wanted the artist to be seduced by her and it was clear that he had and that he had gotten the photos he wanted, but for him to share her with the photographer was out of the question. She looked at Jarrod who was obviously angered by the photographer’s response. “That is a bit more than you should expect; there was never a question that I was talking money and not whoring out my girl. Now name a price and I will give you the money!”
“I gave you my price and will accept nothing less than her for a day!”
“You are insane!” Jarrod’s temper was faring, something Victoria had never experienced; he had never lost his temper and always exhibited the control of a true Master.
“Not insane, not at all. I have always respected Victoria and though I recognized her beauty had maintained that it was not a good idea to become involved with my models; you involved me and now I can only be satisfied one way. So will you pay the price I demand as you said you would, or shall I just keep the photos for my own pleasure?”
“I will sue you!”
“I doubt that, if you did you would ruin her career and expose her to ridicule. You have two options and I can tell by your demeanor that neither will make you happy” Victoria could tell that Valentino was not going to bend nor break. She also knew he was right with regard to a law suit; it would end her career and she was not willing to give that up.
“Sir, I will do anything you ask, but please don’t make this any worse than it is.” She looked at Jarrod and feared he would become violent if the confrontation continued.
“Get dressed we’re leaving” was all he said to her. She went to their room sobbing, and dressed. Suddenly being a slut wasn’t a game; he had always enjoyed having her entice other men and now there was a price to be paid. He came in while she was dressing and berated the photographer, but she knew he was more upset about being bested at his own game. There was nothing she could do, but finish dressing and pack her bags. Once he was dressed Jarrod grabbed the bags and headed for the car without saying another word to the photographer.
As she headed for the door Valentino stopped her, “you were always my favorite; I am sorry it came to this, but if I can’t have you in reality I will have to satisfy that desire in other ways. I will not share those photos anymore than he would share you. Be well my love, as far as I am concerned this will remain between us.” She tried to smile, but knew she would never work with him again. Jarrod was screaming for her from the driveway, she had to go.
“I’m sorry, I would have given myself to you, but only physically and I think you would have been disappointed. Please don’t hate me.” She put her head down and went to the car and her Master.
Nothing was the same for anyone who was involved in that shoot from that day on. She never worked with Valentino again; not because he wouldn’t use her, but because her Master refused to let her. Her Master never mentioned the photographer or the shoot again, but he also never had her play the role of the trampy little slut again. Valentino began cultivating Gabby in more ways than one and often featured her in his shoots. She never could understand why he developed a sudden interest in her, but was glad he did. She willingly submitted to any suggestion he made on and off a shoot. She even submitted to his desire to take erotic photographs of her knowing they would never be shared; she was his Victoria.