Up until she met Drake, Cynthia hadn’t really felt like she had any self-esteem issues, but when put into a house with six amazingly beautiful and thin women, Cynthia had started to second guess herself. She wondered what exactly Robert and Samantha had seen in her to pick her to date Drake.
She grit her teeth as she pulled the first dress on. It was highly unlikely that Samantha had grabbed very many dresses that would fit Cynthia. She was more than familiar with people thinking they knew her size but then being well off the mark.
To her surprise, though, the first dress pulled up over her curves perfectly, and Cynthia admired it in the mirror. It was a lovely shade of blue and certainly flattered every curve she had. Cynthia was about to stop trying on dresses right then and there but decided she wanted to see if any of the other dresses fit her.
Dress after dress Cynthia tried on, and they all fit her just right. She was amazed at Samantha’s skills and how she had been able to find such a wide variety of dresses that actually fit her.
She slid into the black gown, and just after she had zipped it up, there was a knock on the door.
“How is everything going?” Samantha asked.
Cynthia threw the door opened and gave Samantha a huge hug. It wasn’t every day that Cynthia felt beautiful when she tried on clothing, and Samantha had just made the moment absolutely perfect for Cynthia.
“Thank you, all the dresses were so beautiful. I picked this one. What do you think?”
“That is one stunning gown, Cynthia; I bet it will knock Drake’s socks right off.”
“Damn, is that knockout my date or a celebrity?” Drake said as he walked in.
“You look pretty good yourself,” Samantha added.
“Can I take a picture of you two?” Samantha asked as she pushed Drake over next to Cynthia. “I might just leak this to a few tabloids so they have a good picture of the true people you like to date.”
“No, please don’t leak anything. We are going to the premiere, there will be plenty of press. I don’t want to seem desperate or like we are purposely trying to hide something.”
Samantha didn’t like it when Drake took a backseat to publicity. She liked to get out ahead of everything and make sure it was all taken care of. But she could tell by the look in Drake’s eyes that he wasn’t at all interested in negotiating or discussing what was going on. Drake always got that look when it was time for Samantha to just go along with whatever he said.
“Well, you two better get going. I have a limo downstairs waiting for you.”
“A limo?” Drake asked, looking annoyed with Samantha. “Was that really necessary? You know how much I hate those things.”
“Yes, you are supposed to take a limo when you show up for movie premieres, that is the way this celebrity thing works. I know you don’t like to be a celebrity, but for tonight, will you please just play along?’
Drake held his arm out for Cynthia to grab a hold as he looked deeply into her eyes. Cynthia looked really nervous, and Drake made a mental note to discuss that with her after they got into the limo. He had been to a few of the movie premieres, and there really wasn’t anything to worry about. They were actually a lot of fun.
“Our chariot awaits,” Drake said dramatically, leading Cynthia down the stairs.
The rest of the women were all in the living room and had already been looking out the window at the limousine that had arrived. They didn’t say a thing as the two descended the stairs, but they seemed a little shocked at how beautiful Cynthia looked and how handsome Drake was in his black suit. The women also looked extremely jealous that they weren’t the ones that got to go with Drake to a movie premiere and get their photos taken on the red carpet with him.
“Wow, Cynthia, you look amazing,” Scarlett said as she broke the silence and tension in the room.
A few of the other women followed with similar comments, but only after realizing how rude they had been not to make a comment in the first place.
It hadn’t surprised Drake at all that Scarlett was the one who spoke up and offered an uplifting comment to Cynthia. Scarlett seemed to be the kind of woman who wasn’t threatened by other women and instead really enjoyed uplifting her peers. That was one of the things that Drake liked about Scarlett already.
“I’m so nervous,” Cynthia said as they made it outside and into the limo.
“Lots of deep breaths and remember, they want to hear from you. If you are asked a question, feel free to respond. It will make the media feel much more human to you.”
“Oh, there is no way I’m talking to these people. Remember I run an investment firm. I like numbers more than people.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be right there with you. I’ll make sure absolutely nothing goes wrong. We are going to have a fabulous time.” Drake flipped his wrist and then fixed his hair excessively.
“You are funny. I wouldn’t do that overly flamboyant wrist flipping at the event,” Cynthia laughed.
“I can’t stop thinking about your bed,” Drake said, letting his hand wander over to Cynthia’s leg. “It was a huge turn on. Maybe we should just blow this movie thing and go back to your room.”
As much as Cynthia would rather go back to her room with Drake, she also knew how important it was to Samantha and Robert that they showed up at the movie. Plus, it wasn’t every day that Cynthia got the opportunity to go to a movie premiere. Her life in investments was very dry and boring, it certainly didn’t include any nights out with cameras or celebrities.
“I think we should stick to the plan. But you should continue to think about my bed all night long,” Cynthia said as she leaned in and kissed Drake.
Her hand found its way onto the bulging cock in Drake’s pants, and it took all the willpower Cynthia had not to unzip him and let her hand wrap around the smooth skin of his body. Drake turned her on more than any man she had been with. The way he held himself, his funny personality, even how he was with his assistant; it was all part of the man that she couldn’t stop thinking about.
“You should keep your hands to yourself unless you’re willing to go for a ride before we get to this event,” Drake said as he placed his hand over Cynthia’s and pressed firmly so she could feel just how hard he was.
“Oh, I love public displays of affection,” Cynthia teased.
They were in traffic by that point and only minutes away from the theater. The lineup of limousines was long, but within twenty minutes or so they would arrive at the red carpet. Drake didn’t hesitate for even a moment after hearing Cynthia’s offer. He quickly pressed the privacy window up between them and the driver, and in one quick motion, he pressed Cynthia’s dress up and pulled her over onto his lap.
“Okay then,” Drake said, pulling her lips down to kiss his.
Cynthia wasn’t bluffing at all either. She quickly let her hands go to work unzipping Drake from the confines of his pants and pulling him out.
“I think you are much naughtier than I first imagined,” Cynthia said as she slid her body down over his cock. “You do know we are almost at the theater, right?”
Drake didn’t answer her. Instead, he grabbed her ass and pulled her hips as close to him as possible. She let out a moan of delight as his body thrust into her and he used his hands on her hips to maneuver her to thrust against his body. Harder and firmer he thrust as Cynthia let out a loud moan.
“Shhh,” Drake said with a smile, reveling in the orgasm he was delivering to Cynthia.
He didn’t slow down at all as she moaned, instead he thrust harder and pulled her body harder against his. Drake felt his body build up to a release, and he quickly pulled her down tight on top of him as he let go. Cynthia felt his release and it triggered her body to give in as well, and she tightened around him with pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” Cynthia said as she wrapped her arms tight around Drake’s neck and shook with pleasure. “How the hell am I supposed to be able to walk down a red carpet now?”
Drake just smiled as the two of
them got cleaned up and they pulled up to the red carpet. There wasn’t a minute to spare before the staff at the movie premiere was opening their door and a hand reached in to offer assistance to Cynthia as she climbed out of the vehicle.
Drake was shortly behind her and instantly wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her as he kissed the inside of her neck. It was a sweet and endearing moment between the two of them, which happened to have been caught by all the cameras that were taking pictures of the red-carpet arrivals.
“You look much more relaxed,” Drake whispered in her ear.
It elicited a broad smile from Cynthia, and she couldn’t help leaning in and kissing Drake right there in the street. They hadn’t even ventured into the theater yet and Cynthia already felt like she was going to have the time of her life on the date with Drake.
“Everyone is taking our pictures,” Cynthia whispered. “Do they all know who you are?”
“Probably not, they usually just take a ton of pictures and then figure things out later. We will just walk slowly, take a few steps and then smile for some pictures. Then we will walk some more and do it all again. Usually, no one asks me questions at these things, but they might today. You can just stay beside me if you don’t want to talk. Okay? Are you ready?”
“As ready as I’m going to be,” Cynthia said as she moved tightly to the side of Drake and held on for her life as they made their way into the fast abyss of the red carpet area.
“Mr. Leblanc, Mr. Leblanc, do you have any comment on the rumor that you are gay?” one news reporter blurted out as they walked into the first area for pictures.
Drake first stood still with Cynthia on his arm and smiled and hugged her as everyone took pictures. Then he casually walked over to the reporter with Cynthia in hand. He wasn’t about to make a scene; although celebrity events weren’t his cup of tea, he did know how best to deal with reporters.
As he stood in front of the reporter, he looked like he was about to make a comment, but instead, he pulled Cynthia over to him and dipped her over his knee as he kissed her passionately. The cameraman panned down, zoomed in on the kiss and the followed the couple as Drake led Cynthia down the walkway to the next set of cameras without even a word to the reporter.
“Wow, now that was a kiss,” Cynthia said as she tried to catch her balance.
“I’ll do it again if someone asks me the same question,” Drake said with a huge grin. “I have a feeling you’re going to get kissed a lot today.”
Chapter 4
After continually being kissed for the entire length of the red carpet, Cynthia wore a permanent smile by the time they made their way inside the theater. It wasn’t every day that she let a man be in control like she had done with Drake. It certainly wasn’t something she was used to, but Cynthia had to admit, she felt happier than she could remember feeling in a very long time.
“Wow, I think I need some chap stick,” she joked as they made their way to their seats for the show.
“Me too, but that was one hell of a fun red carpet.”
Drake held onto Cynthia’s hand the whole time they were in the theater. They walked side by side through the crowd and stopped for brief chit-chat sessions with people Drake knew. When they finally made it to their seats, it was just about time for the movie to start.
Drake felt like their red-carpet walk had been the best it could possibly have been. He really didn’t care that everyone wanted to ask him the same questions, and he sure as hell didn’t care that it annoyed them when he ignored their question and just kissed Cynthia. Drake had learned a long time before that the news cycle didn’t last very long, and people would quickly get tired of a story if you didn’t feed them additional information.
“What is this movie about again?” Cynthia asked as she leaned in close to Drake in their seats.
Cynthia just wanted another excuse to be close to Drake. She really didn’t care at all what the movie was about. They had just walked the most epic red carpet ever, and she was flying high on cloud nine from all the kissing she and Drake had done.
“It’s a psychological thriller and has lots of sex in it,” Drake said with a wry smile at Cynthia.
“Oh, there’s lots of sex? That’s my kind of movie.”
Throughout the movie, Drake found his hand wandering up and down Cynthia’s leg. He gently massaged her thigh as they watched the film, but when the scenes became more sexual, so did Drake. He would let his fingers slide ever so slightly higher up her thigh before Cynthia pressed his fingers back down to a more appropriate location.
When a dark sex scene came on screen that had the female tying up her man and blindfolding him, Cynthia let her hand linger on Drake’s thigh to tease him. She paid attention to the screen and didn’t look over at Drake, but she continued to slide her hand higher and higher until she felt the throb of his body under her fingertips.
Instead of stopping Cynthia, Drake slid his suit jacket off and placed it on his lap to give some semblance of privacy to the moment. Cynthia still didn’t look over at him, but she did quickly unhook his pants button and slide his zipper down. She heard Drake let out a long deep breath as she pulled him out and let her fingers slide up and down his smooth, hard member.
It was hard to repress her smile as she thrust her palm up and down against him and felt his body move under her. He really hadn’t thought the whole thing through, Cynthia considered. She was going to keep playing with him until he exploded right there in the theater, and that was going to be hard to hide from the people sitting next to him.
Faster and faster she moved as she felt the drip of pre-cum slide down her hand. She waited for Drake to put his hand on hers and ask her to stop; Cynthia expected him to shy away from any sort of completion, but Drake didn’t. He moved his eyes to the movie screen and leaned back to enjoy the moment.
It was hard for Drake not to thrust his hips in motion with Cynthia’s hand, probably harder than he had imagined it would be when she first started stroking him. But he had always had a fantasy about having sex in a movie theater, and the fun they were having was about as close as he suspected he would ever get; so, he let her continue.
When his body was ready to release, Drake bit his lip and closed his eyes, and the warm fluid slid down Cynthia’s hand. He had successfully not moved enough to draw attention to himself, but he really needed her to stop stroking his sensitive member or he was going to scream out at any moment.
Finally, she drew her hand away from him and then her dark eyes glanced at Drake to see the power of what she had done. Unable to resist, he quickly grabbed her and pulled her to him so he could kiss her deep and hard. Drake didn’t care at all if his kiss was going to cause a scene with the other people near them.
Kissing Cynthia was filled with tenderness and passion, which Drake loved. She didn’t pull away from him after a few seconds, and instead, she continued to kiss him just as long as he wanted to kiss her.
There was a chemistry and comfort level between the two of them that Drake wasn’t sure he had with any of the other women. Perhaps it had developed from their hour of kissing each other on the red carpet or perhaps the two of them just had a different kind of connection than he had with the other women; Drake wasn’t sure which was the truth. All he knew was that he was enjoying his time with Cynthia quite a lot.
“You know I’m going to pay you back for that,” Drake whispered into Cynthia's ear before settling back into his seat.
Cynthia smiled and slightly bit her lip at the anticipation of letting Drake have his way with her. She had never been so turned on by the idea of a man being in control of her before. She really couldn’t get over just how much she loved letting Drake be in control when they were together. Something about Drake seemed so right to her, and she didn’t feel uneasy at all in letting him take control later that evening. Of course, she still wanted to have him tied up to her bed for at least a little bit.
Seeing Drake spread out on her bed totally naked and waiting for
her was quickly becoming a fantasy she couldn’t get out of her mind. She couldn’t wait for the movie to be over and for them to get back home to his house.
“I still get to play with you first,” she whispered back into Drake’s ear.
Her words elicited a massive smile on Drake’s face as he zipped himself back up and tried to make it seem like nothing had just happened between them. The movie couldn’t finish fast enough for Drake; he was excited to get Cynthia back up to her room and to see what all her toys were used for.
When the movie finally finished, Drake was one of the first people standing, and he helped Cynthia up and pulled her close to him. Cynthia felt her heart flutter at how passionately he was looking at her. It was like he could see right through her and all the way into her soul.
The traffic was horrible leaving the theater, and Drake was considering having another go at it with Cynthia in the limo as they waited. But instead, he decided he wanted to talk and get to know her a little better. So far, he really only knew what was in her portfolio, and that was pretty minimal compared to some of the other women in the house.
It was clear that Cynthia kept to herself and was very private in her life. Although she ran a hugely successfully investment firm, she didn’t have a lot of public information available about her at all on the web. Robert had even included a personal note in Cynthia’s folder commending her for her ability to keep her information private. It was a testament to Cynthia’s intelligence that she knew how to protect herself from the prying eyes of the public.
Anyone who ran a company or had a semi-public life had to keep their information very close to them. Even well-meaning friends and family could let critical information slip to the public that could change your whole business model. Drake had a friend who was developing a new way of recording business expenses. This friend had developed a new app for smartphone users but was then posting a preview of his app to all his followers on social media. Within two weeks, a competitor had dumped a ton of money into developing the same program and actually ended up coming to market before Drake’s friend. It was a huge eye opener about the dangers of social media.
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