by Jaden Tanner
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Caprice — A Glamorous Erotic Series
The Author
Main Characters
Title
Copyright
Red Carpet Rendezvous
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Caprice — A Glamorous Erotic Series
Caprice is an erotic series that follows best friends Maren and Caprice — two journalists at Germany’s biggest tabloid magazine FLASH. Reporting on events around the world, they jet-set to meet celebrities, aristocracy, and members of high society. Maren and Caprice research their stories with hard-hitting dedication and even physically involved …
Each episode is unique: sometimes gentle and other times a little rough. Different writers ensure each story’s individual flair. Since each author maintains her own writing style, Caprice is a completely new erotic experience from one glamorous event to the next.
The Author
Jaden Tanner, born in 1976, discovered her passion for writing as a high school student. The essay she had to write as punishment for a prank was turned into a short story for which she won a prize.
Over time, through authoring multiple novels and short stories, Jaden learned the craft of the written word and has numerous publications under her belt. After Jaden discovered the genre of erotic literature at Bastei Entertainment, she found her niche writing style. The mother of three lives in the North Rhine Westphalia region of Germany with her family.
Main Characters
Caprice LaCroix is spontaneous, domineering, and strong-willed. She’s a confident diva who’s part French and doesn’t hesitate to let everyone know, mon chéri. Having grown up just outside Paris, she learned to fight her way through life. It’s her fight that makes her relish sticky situations. Caprice noticed early on that she could hold men in her spell. Her tenacity got her the job at FLASH. Her reporter’s intuition not only leads her to exclusive and scandalous stories, but also into situations where she can live out her fantasies. Much more exciting than searching for one lone partner for life! Besides, her body is far too special to be admired by one man alone …
Maren Janson is the yin to Caprice’s yang. She’s just a “naïve country girl.” Or at least that’s her act. The boys, with whom Maren grew up, in a small German village, experienced that first hand. After she was drawn to the big city, she landed at Germany’s biggest tabloid magazine, FLASH, in Hamburg. Maren knows that her girly, naïve ways incite mens’ protective instinct, and she takes advantage of this to serve her own needs. Still, one day she hopes to meet Mr. Right. But until she finds him, she likes to have her fun with the city boys …
Red Carpet Rendezvous
By Jaden Tanner
Translated by Anna Matussek
BASTEI ENTERTAINMENT
Digital original edition
Bastei Entertainment is an imprint of Bastei Lübbe AG
Copyright © 2014 by Bastei Lübbe AG, Schanzenstraße 6-20, 51063 Cologne, Germany
Written by Jaden Tanner
Translated by Anna Matussek
Edited by Emma Wallis
Project management: Lori Herber
Cover illustration: © shutterstock: MarishaSha/ HANA
Cover design: Jeannine Schmelzer
E-book production: Urban SatzKonzept, Düsseldorf
ISBN 978-3-8387-5979-1
www.bastei-entertainment.com
Caprice rose as quietly as possible.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she turned to look at Chris. He seemed to be sleeping soundly. His toned chest rose and fell with regularity. His manhood on the other hand, was already wide-awake at this early hour of the morning. His spear was standing boldly to attention.
Caprice LaCroix sighed longingly and glanced at the alarm clock. She’d actually planned on rushing home, showering, and throwing on a new outfit before driving to work. But the thought of her job faded into the background the longer she indulged in the view of the naked sleeping man next to her. She had met him the night before at the opening of a new lakeside bar in Hamburg’s exclusive Alster district. Chris was a thrusting and successful realtor. From the very first moment, he’d had a captivating effect on her that made her go weak in the knees.
Sure, at first she had been busy running through her repertoire of questions to assess her prey. And he'd already let slip the names of a few famous clients, something that made her think he'd make a good informant in the future. It hadn't taken her long to discover the best way to make him talk just as much as she wanted. Although that soon stopped as soon as they got back to his penthouse. Once through the door, he had set about ravaging her with wholehearted concentration.
At the mere thought of how he’d pushed her short skirt up and her tiny panties aside in order to lick her standing up, Caprice immediately became wet again. What had followed afterwards in the bedroom, had felt like something bordering on the spiritual, even to an experienced woman like Caprice. Chris had been a glorious lover — he knew all the tricks in the book and used them to fuck her senseless.
It was still dark outside and the little nightstand lamp had bathed the sleeping hunk’s skin in a soft light.
I’ve still got a bit of time for a quick fuck, Caprice thought and leaned over him.
As she listened to his regular breathing, she bent over his pelvis. His cock seemed overly large now.
Tempting.
Without hesitating for long, Caprice had decided to wake Chris in her very own way and wrapped her lips around his penis. She let her tongue run over his velvety tip. Indulging him like this, she could swear that she could taste herself on his cock and upped her tempo. His cock became even harder, as she continued to pleasure him fiendishly. His breath quickened but when she looked up at Chris, his eyes were still closed. For a few moments, she wasn’t sure whether he was really still asleep or just a damn good actor.
It was only when he put one hand on the back of her head and rammed his cock deeper into her mouth that Caprice knew that he’d long been awake.
She felt her pussy growing wetter and touched her clit, while continuing to pleasure Chris. He was groaning now. It wouldn’t take much longer for him to come, she was sure of that. Yet Caprice was absolutely determined to remain in control.
She slid in between his legs and forced his thighs apart so that she could lick his balls as well. Caprice knew that she was able to push men to the brink of madness with her next move. While she massaged his cock, her tongue now danced across his scrotum.
Chris groaned loudly. “I’m coming!” he gasped.
“No.” She stopped abruptly and rubbed the first drops of pre cum along the tip of his penis, using her thumb and index finger. Just as he was threatening to lose it completely, she sat down on his cock. He slid deeply into her, filling her up completely. Against all his hopes, she remained motionless on top of him and looked deep into Chris’ eyes.
“You will come when I want you to come.” It was only now that she tightened herself around him.
His upper body reared up, and he reached for her plump breasts and twisted her nipples, while ramming his spear deep inside her.
Caprice leaned back far and enjoyed him penetrating her most sensitive spot. Her right hand slid between her thighs and fondled her clitoris.
This man seemed like he was made for her!
She rhythmically moved her pelvis up and down, while her middle finger kept encircling her pearl, faster and faster. When she looked down at Chris, Caprice lost all control. The waves of her unstoppable orgasm crashed down and flooded through her. As she felt him coming deep inside her, she let herself fall back and absorb every last drop of him.
***
Maren noticed straightaway t
hat Caprice was wearing the exact same black designer dress as the night before, when she’d left the apartment. And although her best friend looked a little tired, she was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Hello darling, we’re supposed to go see Walter right away,” Caprice welcomed her friend, while pointedly looking at her watch. “You’re a little late, chérie.”
Maren didn’t let her get to her and walked straight into her office, closely followed by Caprice. “The Smart car is still at the shop, so I had to take the bus,” she said. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t get a ride this morning.” Maren pointed at the office windows. “I’ll be thanking the gods once this winter is finally over and I can ride my bicycle to work again.”
“Mon dieu, it’s only mid February, this time last year we were still snowed under.”
“Still,” Maren took off her knee length coat and tossed it onto one of the office coat rack’s hooks. “I really hate winter!”
“Me too,” Caprice giggled. “I hate that these temperatures force me to wear underwear.”
“Do I want to know what you got up to last night?”
Maren and Caprice lived together but last night Caprice had gone out again. At first she’d tried to convince Maren to join her, but Maren hadn’t been tempted in the least to go and party into the night. So she had spent the night on the couch, with a DVD and a bottle of red wine.
“You know I don’t have any secrets.” Caprice said and clicked her tongue. “Chris is a heavenly lover.”
“So his name is Chris, huh?” Maren sat down at her desk and turned on her computer.
“He’s a realtor.”
“You want to move?” Surprised, Maren turned to her and away from her flat screen.
Caprice shook her head. “You gotta be kidding me.”
“I never know with you.”
Both women worked at FLASH, a well-known German tabloid magazine, along the lines of US Weekly, or People etc.
“Come on now, Maren.” Caprice gestured impatiently. “Walter has been asking for us all morning, and I don’t want to be responsible for his heart attack if we make him wait.”
“He won’t,” Maren replied, laughing. She rose from her seat nevertheless. She could check her emails later on. If their quick-tempered Editor in Chief requested both of them to come to his office, there had to be a very good reason. Maren reached for a pen and notepad and followed Caprice, who led the way to their boss’ office.
“Finally,” Walter Stein barked at them, without his eyes ever leaving the computer screen. “I don’t have all day. Sit down, girls, and if possible, before the day’s over.”
Caprice and Maren exchanged a glance and sat down in the chairs facing the Editor in Chief’s massive desk. Now he looked up at them, nodded, and reached for his coffee cup. He took a sip and then shook in disgust.
“Cold as ice, this sludge.”
“I feel cold too.” Caprice murmured and wrapped her arms around her body. “It would be nice if you could get to the point soon, I need a hot tea.”
Stein nodded and leaned back in his armchair. He crossed his arms behind his head. “It’s the middle of February,” he began.
“I hardly need you to tell me that.” Caprice growled.
Pensively, Walter Stein studied her but didn’t let himself be put off by Caprice's manner. Quite the opposite: If he had seemed a little agitated a moment ago, he was now suddenly the very image of calm. He pulled out a file and flicked through it. For a few minutes, he seemed to have forgotten his colleagues’ very presence. Then he closed the file again and tossed it on the desk in front of him.
“As you know, the Academy Awards are being held next week in L.A.” He said.
Caprice beamed and gave Maren a sideways glance.
Being sent to Hollywood to cover the Oscars for a second time was like hitting the jackpot. Maren could very well imagine how Caprice was already seeing herself strolling down Hollywood Boulevard in some sexy designer outfit and interviewing international movie stars on the red carpet.
Maren considered the upcoming trip more pragmatically: They would be able to escape the cold winter and this Northern German town for a few days.
“And we are supposed to jet across the big pond once more to report on the event exclusively for FLASH,” Caprice surmised euphorically.
“Not quite, I’m afraid.” Stein shook his head and looked at Maren. “This time, only you will fly to L.A., Maren. I’ll send John along, he will have to deliver the best photos he’s ever taken, otherwise he’s fired.”
Caprice’s green eyes seemed to be throwing daggers in Stein’s direction. “What do you mean? I’m staying here?”
“No, not at all.” Stein smiled
“Surely you two have heard that ‘Dreams of Passion’ is being turned into a movie?”
“Sure, that housewife porno is breaking all kinds of sales records, bookstores around the globe are raking in the dough,” Caprice said, with a distinct lack of interest. Maren could see how much her friend would have loved to travel to the States with her.
“Don’t talk about it so condescendingly,” Stein scolded her. “I’ve gotten a hot lead and a very juicy story that’s related to it. And you’ll have full responsibility in making it our cover story.”
“Merde,” she muttered in her mother tongue. “I would’ve much preferred Hollywood.”
“Life’s a bitch.” Stein grinned. “And if this doesn’t please her majesty,” he motioned towards the door using his chin. “The door is over there, Caprice.”
“Well … that’s, that’s just …” She clenched her manicured fingers into fists and shook her red lion’s mane.
Afraid the situation between the Editor in Chief and her friend would escalate, Maren quickly intervened, “As far as I know, the male protagonist Greg Wilson’s quit the movie.”
“That’s right,” Stein nodded and threw her a grateful look. “Rumor has it that the fee he demanded was an astronomical figure. Apparently, he got into a huge argument with the producer and backed out of his contract.”
“Wilson has been in plenty of big budget Hollywood movies, certainly enough to know his market value,” Maren replied.
“These are all just rumors.” Stein dismissed her. “It’s not about the money.”
“Mon dieu, you’re really building up the suspense.” Caprice mumbled and crossed her long legs.
But Stein couldn’t be unsettled. “According to other rumors, Greg Wilson is gay. Allegedly.”
Maren’s eyes widened. She’d seen tons of this particular actor’s movies. He was a womanizer, good-looking, muscular and there was something sort of romantically heroic about him. That man could definitely get her into trouble. She was disappointed that he was gay, which is probably how millions of women around the world would feel if they got wind of it.
“The rumor over his sexuality is a secret in itself and cannot be made public under any circumstances,” Stein added and leaned over his desktop with a glint in his eyes.
“But if there’s any truth to the rumor, it probably wouldn’t be that easy to perform certain sex scenes during production.”
“He could just use a body double,” Caprice commented and examined her painted finger nails. “Where do I come in?”
“Emmi Swanson, the producer and owner of production company ‘Cinema Magic’ has selected two new possible actors to play the role of ‘Christopher Love’. Fans can now vote for their favorite actor and help him land the leading role in the movie.”
“Who are the two candidates?”
“Tom Petterson and Robert Hatch. They’re both still relatively unknown, having so far only starred in TV shows.”
“Mon dieu.” Caprice sounded sarcastic. “Raw recruits in an erotic flick? I can see the film critics trash it already.” As Stein remained silent and Maren nodded in agreement, she continued, “But let’s get back to the subject: What can I do while Maren and John enjoy themselves on Hollywood Boulevard with all the international fi
lm stars and starlets?”
“You’ll fly to London. The production company has invited us to a press conference, where Petterson and Hatch will be introduced to the European audience. The movie production company will cover all travel expenses, so you’ll be there as the guest of ‘Cinema Magic.’” Stein reached into his drawer and pulled out a plane ticket. “Happy trails!”
“Can’t someone else do this one?” Furious, Caprice jumped up. “I hate it when I'm not in on the main action.”
Stein shook his head. “Unfortunately not. But London is great, too.”
“London is shit. It’s cold, smoggy and rainy. I might as well stay in Hamburg.” She said and stormed out of the office, without giving Maren another glance.
Back in the office, Maren examined the ticket, on which the airport acronyms HAM-LAX via LHA were printed. It was a strange feeling to be travelling to the USA without Caprice, she thought. She had hit the proverbial jackpot in the life of a tabloid glamour reporter, the trip to the Oscars, for a second time now. But it would still feel strange to be in sunny California without Caprice. Her French friend would get off the plane in London while Maren would continue on to L.A. with John.
At first she had considered offering her friend the opportunity to switch assignments with her, giving her the far less glamorous trip to London. But Caprice was pissed off with Maren, despite knowing full well that the decision was solely that of Walter Stein.
Maren could hear the now muted voices and ringing of telephones behind her closed doors. She tossed the ticket onto her desk, rose from her chair, and stepped up to the window. The traffic was almost at a standstill, crawling slowly down the main road.
Maren didn’t want to fight with Caprice, but also didn’t want to miss the chance of reporting from L.A. With only a couple of days to go until the Oscars, there were probably countless great stories brewing one could write about. Maybe she would even get the cover story of the next issue of FLASH.
