by R. C. Curtis
“I wear a robe?” said Kelly.
“Yes,” said Louis. “The vestments, or whatever you call them. You know, the angel’s robe. It’s all filmy though, kind of see through. You’ll have wings too, maybe not in the photo shoot. The might put those in afterwards. We’ll see what the art guys think.”
“I don’t know,” said Kelly. “See through? How exposed am I going to be?”
Louis smiled reassuringly. “On the cover we’ll just see one nipple through the robe. We have to see one nipple, the cover has to be sexy.” He leaned back, evaluating Kelly. He gestured casually to her breasts. “You have nice nipples, I hope.”
I glanced at her breasts involuntarily. Her nipples, as always, bulged slightly against the thin fabric of her sundress. Kelly shrugged, lifting and dropping her breasts slightly in one motion. Mesmerizing. “I guess so,” she said.
Louis looked to me. “You must know. How are her nipples?”
I was on the spot. “Oh, um, well you won’t be disappointed.”
Louis smiled. “I’m sure I won’t be.”
“No,” said Kelly. “I think they’re a little big, but my tits are still growing.”
“Still growing?” said Louis.
Kelly took a sip. “That’s what my mom says. She says she didn’t get big tits until she was twenty or something, and they didn’t get really big until she had me, and she has great boobs and just awesome nipples, so I probably have that to look forward to.”
“I think we all look forward to that,” said Louis smoothly. “Although frankly I think they are perfect right now, from what I can see of them.”
“Thank you,” said Kelly unselfconsciously, as Louis and I both took a second, appraising glance at her breasts.
“And what’s on the inside?” asked Kelly. “I don’t get the robe anymore?”
Louis shook his head. “No. You see the concept is a fallen angel on the inside, good angel on the outside.” He gestured with his hands as he spoke. “On the outside, you are all innocent and pure, then on the inside, you’ve been seduced.”
Sounds like Kelly, I thought.
“Oh,” said Kelly. “And what do I wear?”
“Well, nothing,” said Louis. “You’re stripped. Your wings are banged up, your clothes are gone, your hair is messed up, and your makeup is all smeared.” He stopped for effect. “You’ll be with the band, standing in the center, with an arm around the shoulders of two of the guys. Your breasts will be bare, and you’ll have this sexy seductive look in your eye, a come fuck me look,”
“Wow,” said Kelly.
Louis took a long pause, weighing Kelly’s reaction, and then pushed it a little farther. “We want it to look like you were this innocent angel, and then the band seduced you and gangbanged you and turned you into a slut. A fallen angel.”
“Wow,” said Kelly.
Everyone was silent.
Kelly took a moment.
I looked at her. Louis looked at her. Kelly looked down, her mind obviously putting it all together.
We waited.
“Okay, that’s sexy,” she finally said.
“It is,” agreed Louis.
“If I’m in the middle won’t people think I’m the lead singer?” asked Kelly.
“Oh no,” said Louis. “There isn’t a girl in the band and no girl lead singers are ever going to pose for a picture like this anyway. They might all be cheap whores, but even they have their limits.” He laughed.
Kelly was still thinking.
“Completely nude?”
“Yes,” said Louis, leaning in a little. “Completely nude. Well, a loincloth or something across you hip, or maybe a drum kit or something in front. We have to sell albums, so we can’t have you showing your pussy hair.”
“No chance of that,” said Kelly coolly.
“No?” said Louis, lifting an eyebrow. “Is that a deal breaker for you?”
Kelly laughed a little. “No, no.” she said. “I just don’t have any pussy hair.”
Louis looked legitimately surprised. “You don’t?”
“No,” said Kelly. “None.”
Louis took a long sip of his drink. He set it down, then picked it up again. He smiled, and pointed a finger at Kelly. “Now that,” he said emphatically, “is something I’d like to see.”
“Yeah,” said Kelly nodding. “I guess it’s a little different.”
“In good way,” said Louis. “In a very good way.”
There was a long moment of silence.
“I still don’t know,” said Kelly. “I’ll guess I’d have to check it out with my agent.”
“Oh,” said Louis. “You have an agent?”
“Yes,” said Kelly. “I don’t think she’s going to like the idea though.”
“No?”
Kelly sighed. “Last year I met some guys on the beach who were making a pinup calendar, and they asked me to pose topless for it, and when I told my agent she said I might lose all the catalog work I’ve been doing. They like their girls to be squeaky clean.”
“They do,” said Louis.
“I’m kind of the ‘All American blonde clean faced teen girlfriend everybody wants to have’,” Kelly continued. “I think that’s how she said it.”
“I think she got that right,” said Louis.
“I think so,” said Kelly objectively. “It seems to be my look.”
“Which is why you are so perfect for the album,” pressed Louis. “Everyone who looks at you tries to imagine what you would be like, well, you know.”
Kelly laughed. “Just fucked?”
Louis smiled. “Well, I wasn’t going to say.”
“No, I understand,” said Kelly. “It’s part of my mystique, or whatever. I guess I have some kind of edge that gives me a little more punch than the usual bland haole girl. “
“It’s her hips,” I volunteered, happy to have a chance to say something pertinent. “She has ‘fuck me’ hips. It’s the way she stands, and when she walks. You can see it. Kelly doesn’t even know she does it, but it’s there.”
“I don’t know,” said Kelly. “I think you see something that isn’t there.”
“I think he’s right,” and Louis. “I saw you on the beach. Lots of pretty girls out there, but you were the only one who gave me dirty thoughts.”
Kelly laughed. “I did not. You wouldn’t look at me twice. I’m too young to catch your eye.”
Louis motioned to the waiter. “You underestimate your appeal.”
Kelly shook her head. “You’re teasing me. How old are you anyway?”
Louis leaned back. “Guess.”
“Oh my, I don’t know.” Kelly scrutinized him. “First of all, you’re black. I don’t know many black guys, so it’s hard to tell. Japanese guys are the same, I have trouble guessing their ages, but I’m getting better I think. Filipinos, I see them all the time and their Dads, so that’s pretty easy. Portuguese too. But you’re trickier.”
“Go ahead,” said Louis.
Kelly took a long look. “You won’t get mad?”
“Not at all. This is fun.”
“You’re in good shape, so not super old I guess. You move pretty good, you dress well, you have a good job.” She stared at him.
“Not all of those things tell a man’s age though,” said Louis, “but thank you for noticing.”
She took one last look.
“You’re forty,” guessed Kelly.
“Forty seven,” said Louis.
“Wow,” said Kelly. “You’re older than my Dad.”
Louis nodded. “And you’re younger than my daughter.”
“You have a daughter?”
“Indeed I do. You’d like her. She lives in San Francisco.”
The waiter brought the check. Louis filled it out and signed it to his room.
“Look,” he said. “You run it by your agent, and see what she thinks. In the meantime, I’ve got a bottle of Crown Royal up in my room. Ever tried it?”
We shook our h
eads.
“We’ll talk more up there. I like you kids, you’re good kids. Refreshing. Come on up and we’ll relax for a few minutes and talk a bit.” He smiled at Kelly. “There’s other projects you’d be good for. I’ve got a list of what we need upstairs too, and I can go over that with you.”
“Sure,” said Kelly, a little dreamily. “Sounds like fun.”
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We rode up in the elevator, Kelly between us. He made a joke, and Kelly lightly pushed his shoulder, but mostly we just chatted about some of the cool places to go on the island.
Kelly has this effect. I feel it, and I’m pretty sure most other guys feel it too, and it’s different from other girls. Other girls are in a sundress, and you are all like “Oh that’s a pretty sundress,” but when Kelly wears a sundress, you just become super aware of how naked she is under it. You don’t notice the dress, you notice her body. It’s right there, just under the wispy fabric. The closer you are to her the more you can just sense her skin, her presence. The physical of her. Just standing next to her is like when you are hungry and suddenly a whiff of someone barbecuing comes over the fence. It inflames everything. Other girls wear clothes and it hides them, but with Kelly the clothes just seem to accent how naked she is under them.
And this wasn’t even her sexiest dress. This one was thin, of course, and barely came down to mid-thigh, but it had a square neckline with dainty spaghetti straps that showed no cleavage at all. Nor was it even a little sheer, like some of hers. For Kelly, this was as covered as you would ever see her. And yet all I could think of was her body, just inches away. Maybe it’s pheromones or something, but she just had an aura all the time of enticement, a sense that her body was ready. More than ready, but eager. Kelly was hot, sexy, but not in that aloof princess way. Whether Kelly knew it or not, her body sent out signals that not only was Kelly fuckable, she was attainable. That her clothes were eager to fall away and expose her secrets to you. That she was only waiting for you to find a way.
She was like that in the elevator.
She was all sex. Magnetic, compelling, irresistible. And yet she was just riding and chatting cheerfully in the elevator, riding on up.
And maybe it was all in my head. I wanted to fuck her.
We got out and headed down the corridor.
“You guys like Elvis?” said Louis.
“A little,” said Kelly.
“Yes,” I said.
“He used to rent this entire floor back when he was filming stuff in Hawaii. “
I was impressed. “Do you work with him?”
Louis shook his head. “Never had that pleasure. Maybe someday.”
He got to the door of his room, and opened it. He ushered Kelly in, putting his hand at the small of her back. I followed them in.
Kelly went straight to the window. “Wow,” she said. We joined her. The night was soft and dark. Lights flickered in the distance.
“Can I go outside?” she asked excitedly.
“Of course,” Louis said. We followed her out. Kelly leaned over the railing of the balcony, looking straight down. Her dress rode up, showing off her long legs.
“Quite the view,” said Louis. Kelly didn’t catch it, but I did.
“It’s beautiful!” said Kelly. We stayed out on the balcony, enjoying the view and the night air.
“I’ll get the Crown Royal,” said Louis, slipping back inside. Kelly and I stood alone on the balcony. I pulled her close for a quick kiss. Her body molded to mine, her breasts soft against my chest. I held her with my hands on her waist. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she whispered. I let her go and let my hand slide across her ass. She wriggled in close for a moment. My cock stiffened. I wanted to drink the Crown Royal fast, and whisk her outside and fuck her. Kelly pressed against my hardening cock. She made a little cooing sound. “I think you want what I want,” she whispered.
Louis called us from inside and we broke apart, and went in. He had glasses set up with ice in them, and began to open the bottle. “This is good stuff,” he said. “Not too much of it though because it can put you on your ass.”
Both Kelly and I tried it. He was right, the stuff was smooth.
We sat down then. The room wasn’t that big, just designed for one or two people I guess. At the foot of the bed there was a low padded bench, with curving arms at the side. It looked comfortable to sit on, although if you leaned back, you were going to all the way back until you were half reclining on the bed. Kelly sat there, at one end, next to the arm. Louis sat down next to her. There was room for me too, but I wasn’t going to sit next to Louis. I sat in the chair facing the bed, right across from Kelly.
Kelly held her drink with both hands. Louis and I both had a second, while Kelly worked on her first. She looked a little flushed, but quite relaxed. Louis was explaining different things about is work, and she listened closely. At times he would rest his hand lightly on her back while he talked. Several times he whispered something in her ear and she would laugh and shake her head.
He got Kelly another drink. She was pretty giggly by now, and laughed at almost anything he said. He was focused on Kelly; very attentive and flirty, keeping her interested with stories, and telling a few terrible jokes that she found funny.
He told her a long story about a band setting a recording studio on fire, then segued into a joke about penis size.
“I found a way to make my cock nine inches long,” he told her.
“How?” asked Kelly with apparent innocence.
“I fold it in half” he answered. Kelly giggled.
“What does a man with a twelve inch cock have for breakfast?” he asked her.
Kelly giggled just thinking about it. “What?” she asked.
Louis grinned. “Well, today I was in a hurry so I just had a coffee.”
Kelly laughed.
He was touching her hair now, admiring her look, complimenting her skin and telling her what a great model she clearly was. Kelly was leaning back against the mattress of the bed now, not fully reclined, but kind of a backwards slouch, with her bare shoulder jutting upwards. Louis slid closer in beside her. I figured he was being smooth trying to get her to agree to do the shoot for the album cover, but I began to be suspicious because he didn’t seem to be steering the conversation back to that, but at last he brought it up again.
He was teasing her, of course, saying how did he know she had pretty enough breasts, and maybe she should show him to prove it.
Kelly shook her head and laughed. “You think I’m going to show you, what with my boyfriend sitting right here and everything?”
Louis saw an opportunity. “Oh, shall I ask him to leave then?” he said lightly.
“No!” said Kelly. “Not at all. You just don’t ask a girl to do that in front of her boyfriend.”
“You don’t?” said Louis, smiling. “Your island customs are so strange to me.”
Kelly giggled.
He continued. “How about if your dress just slipped accidentally and I caught a glimpse?”
“And how would that happen?” asked Kelly, clearly amused.
Louis shrugged. “I don’t know, a little slip, something shifts.” He reached out and hooked a finger under her spaghetti strap, and eased it off her shoulder and down her arm.
“You’re bad,” exclaimed Kelly. She pulled the strap back up again.
The angle she lay at, her breasts tipped skywards, meant there was no danger of the dress slipping down over her breasts, so she moved casually to restore the strap.
“These things happen,” said Louis, smiling. He reached out again and slid the strap off her shoulder. Kelly let it linger a moment, her bare shoulder the focus of attention, then reached over and slid it back up again. She stuck her tongue out at him.
“You do that again, I’ll bite it off,” he challenged her.
Kelly did it again.
Louis made a quick sly grab at her tongue with his hand that Kelly dodged of course. “No you don’t,” she laughed, rollin
g away a little.
Louis reached over and dragged her strap down again. Kelly let it stay down for a long moment, then pulled it up again. “No you don’t,” she chided him playfully.
Louis wasn’t daunted. “You are such a naughty girl, keeping all that beauty hidden.” He reached out slowly this time, slipping his hand onto her shoulder near her neck, then sliding it down and under the strap, and easing it off her shoulder again. Then he let his hand trail down over her chest this time, lightly touching her breast with the edge of his hand, dragging it across her nipple. “What have we here?” he said deliberately.
Kelly shrugged to adjust her breasts. They shimmied under her dress, but the movement highlighted instead of hid what Louis had noticed. Her nipples were rising firm and hard against the fabric. They had stiffened quickly when Louis started playing with her straps, and gave little doubt as to Kelly’s state of mind.
Louis reached out his hand confidently, and tweaked her nipple through the cloth gently with two fingers. “Someone likes to play?” he said.
Kelly turned a little, dragging her nipple out of his casual grasp. She pouted.
Louis reached out again and slid the strap off her shoulder and down her arm.
Kelly pretended not to notice.
She lay back like that, reclining across the bench, her back leaning against the bed. Her nipples were obviously taut, and she made no move to either hide or acknowledge them.
No one said anything.
Louis reached over to the fallen strap and slid two fingers under the neckline of her dress, and slowly peeled the fabric away from her body, exposing a soft quivering mound topped with an extremely rigid nipple.
I expected him to comment. He had been badgering Kelly for so long to show him her breasts, that I expected him to at least tell her that her breasts were perfect for the album cover, but he did no such thing. I think any album cover was far from his mind right now. I don’t even know if he knew I was in the room. I think Kelly did, although she and I hadn’t made eye contact for twenty minutes or so. She was very engrossed in his seduction of her.
Kelly had been aroused on the balcony, when I kissed her and she pressed in against my stiff cock. We were very ready to fuck each other. I could see Kelly was even more aroused now. I was too, my cock uncomfortably tight in my pants, but whereas I still wanted to fuck Kelly, she seemed to have transferred her growing arousal to Louis.
