Immortal Fire Series; The Trilogy ~ Eighteen Summers, Severina, Rising Bloodtide

by K. M. Liss

  He stood and shot, netting the basket neatly. He turned and dribbled the ball, and taking a careful human style running leap, he shot again, tapping the ball in the basket once more. He had a feel for the ball now and it felt comfortable in his able hands. He spent a few minutes more practising, screening out the group of people who were watching him intently.

  “Right Miche love… lets roll,” Xavier said from behind him. “Do what you want. I'll give directions as we go. The usual thing. Hold the poses a little if you can, so I can catch the clothing and the ball.”

  He began his basketball shoot with enthusiasm, encouraged by Xavier's words.

  He shot and twisted in the air and bounced the ball energetically for a while and then suddenly he had an idea. This was a very different angle on the game.

  He jumped and caught hold of the hoop with one hand, and posed on his prop, leaning this way and that, and arranging himself in numerous suggestive positions. Then he hung upside down from the rim using his feet, and indulged his sensual creative spirit even more. He was enjoying this no end! It would seem his audience were too as quite a few members of the general public were now gathered watching his display. He flipped to the ground gracefully, took the ball in his right hand, and began spinning it on his index finger like a skilled professional, as a startled and rapidly snapping Xavier tried to capture every exciting moment.

  I'm not finished yet, not by a long shot...

  With a wicked grin to himself, he sat on the hard pavement, lounging on one hand, the ball tucked under his arm. He rolled on his side and curled up with the ball under his cheek, giving Xavier plenty of sultry eye. After that, he turned onto his back, crossed his legs in the air and balanced the ball on his feet. Then he pretended the ball was a female head and moved it around his body sensuously, between his thighs, under his neck, touching his lips, against his groin, making subtle but erotic poses, rolling on the playing surface as he went with it.

  Xavier muttered and spluttered as he raced and rolled around the floor with him, taking photos like a demon. “Oh yes... So good, excellent... Perfect... Oh mama!” Xavier exclaimed every other second, or so it seemed.

  Miche finally stood up. He was done. He was rather content with his first ever modelling assignment and looked at the silent amazed faces gathered around him. They really did appear to be orgasmic over his little show of basketball passion. He felt he'd won the game.

  “Will that do?” he asked out loud with a wry smile.

  One of the bystanders, a man in a suit, came forward. He introduced himself and thanked him profusely in English, shaking his hand strongly.

  “Steven Blanc, and thank you... Beautiful work Mr D'Angelo. It has given me so many ideas for my advertising campaign. I shall call it 'Passion for Sport'. That was most entertaining.”

  “I'm pleased to be of assistance, Mr Blanc,” Miche replied graciously as Mercedes appeared at his side.

  “Remind me to accompany you to all your shoots,” she said with a very pleased grin.

  “So, was I good enough?” he asked.

  “Top class. Maybe a touch too hot at times, but it worked so well for this shoot. Keep it low key, this sexy style of yours. Oh yes... you're going to do so well for me. I'm putting you up for urban streetwear next. You know... statement jeans, hoodies, graffiti T's, and chunky shoes and boots. Mmmm, you'll look perfect in backstreet grunge. You have a certain look about you that is sexy, soft, hard as nails, and very appealing all at once.”

  “Whatever you say Ms Benoit. You're in charge. I place myself entirely in your capable hands,” he said, his words laced with double meaning and accompanied with a deep look into her impressed eyes. He'd do well to keep her happy if his career took off as a result of it.

  “Go and get changed. I'm taking you out for a bite of lunch,” she said with a naughty smile.

  He wandered back to the trailer, looking forward to Traci's hand exploration session. He stepped inside and planted himself in her chair.

  “I was watching you,” she announced breathlessly, subtly locking the door behind him. “From the window.”

  “And... What did you think of my lovemaking with the ball?”

  “Mmmm, you really got me going baby. I'm so turned on I can hardly keep my hands off you.”

  “I'm not stopping you. Go right ahead.”

  Chapter 2

  He looked around the top floor apartment with pure delight. It was white walled with wooden floors and beautiful modern fittings. It had a masculine, simple feel to it, not so fussy like so many of those 4th Arrondissement places were. God, he'd seen a lot of unsuitable ones, and nothing was as perfect as this was.

  “I'll take it,” he said to the male estate agent who was showing him around. "I'll pay six months in advance.”

  “You will? And what an excellent choice Monsieur D'Angelo. I shall prepare the papers. When would you like to take it from?”

  “Tomorrow?”

  “Oh, so soon? In that case I shall begin right away. I'll call you with my progress later.”

  “Thanks, I'm sure I'm going to love it here. It's a beautiful place,” he added, looking out of the window at the view. Being on the 5th floor meant he had full length doors and a small balcony outside, which the other floors didn't. Beyond the building lie a paved square, dotted with trees and some more attractive buildings facing his. This was such a perfect spot.

  “It is that. I am most envious myself,” the estate agent enthused with a deep sigh.

  Miche knew what that sigh meant. It was beautiful, but at a price. It was a very expensive lease. Still, he was doing exceptionally well in his new line of work over the past eight weeks, and could easily afford it. He had very few things to spend his money on, and was tired of living in the hotel with the ridiculous wasted expense that was. He'd taken Mercedes up on her offer for the first two weeks he worked for her, as he had no means to do otherwise, but after that he'd paid his own way. That was the kind of man he was at heart, independent and self-sufficient.

  * * *

  The next afternoon he opened the door with his key, and stepped inside his apartment with a satisfied smile, carrying his newly acquired oil painting. This was his own little place in the world. Not that it was that little. It was quite spacious in fact. He liked the way it was sparsely furnished and that suited him down to the ground. He wasn't a fussy person at all. He had ordered a new state of the art TV, a surround sound system, and a massive circular bed. Those were the total of his personal contributions to this space of his. That, and the glorious sunset over the Seine painting. A beautiful red, black, and orange blast of colour in a wild style that he had fallen in love with on sight. It was by a local, fairly well known Parisian artist. He positioned it on the hook on the white wall above his sofa and stood back to admire it. Then he flopped onto the dark brown leather sofa and stared at the ceiling blindly, thinking. This was the second thing on his to do list, since he had arrived in Paris two months ago. Getting a job was the first. Getting a place of his own was the second. A car was his third. He was taking driving lessons already, jumping straight in the deep end with a French speaking instructor. In general, his French was coming along fairly well which was good as he would need to have some understanding of the written test as that would be conducted in French too. The Prefecture recommended a minimum of eight weeks regular driving experience in the capital before considering a test. He had a few weeks to go but was progressing steadily. He could already imagine the car of his dreams and driving it. It was all becoming a reality. Life was good. Especially good.

  Apart from one thing.

  Mercedes.

  She seemed to think she owned him. He had to accompany her everywhere she went socially, like a piece of arm candy. She insisted he wore this or that, and stand here or there. He was given instructions on what to say and what not to say. She often arrived at his hotel room unannounced for what had lately become very unsatisfactory sex. Unsatisfactory for him that was, in the mental sense an
yway. She was such a cold vampire. He didn't know her at all, despite their intimacy. She wouldn't open up to him. Or maybe she couldn't. He was beginning to wonder if there was anything inside her, other than the burning desire to make 'Parfait' as successful as she could and make a lot of money doing it. That seemed to be her entire reason for existing. That and ordering all her male models around like she was the general and they were just mere privates in her army.

  He was, and always would be, grateful to her for offering him the chance to work in such a well paid job, but she more than benefited from that arrangement too. He was trying to think how to end her overly personal hold on him without offending her. It was a tricky situation. He had no idea what was going to happen now that he had his own place. He didn't want her turning up at all hours, especially if he had someone else to play with for the night. This brought his mind back to the present. He smiled to himself and put the Mercedes problem out of his mind for a while. This was his new home. He would move in properly tomorrow, and get all his things from the hotel.

  The next morning he stood at reception talking to Cass about cars, revealing to her his burning desire to own a Porsche 969 once he passed his driving test. He admired her sleek little body in the process. Her tight, deep blue dress perfectly accented her figure, and the split up the front provided him with a most excellent view of her appealing inner thighs. He kept imagining them wrapped around his hips. He tried not to stare too explicitly, but it was difficult not to.

  It appeared that she was a luxury sports car addict.

  “I'd love a new model Aston Martin Vanquish. A lovely silver one. It's one of my favourite cars. That and the Ferrari 1000,” she said wistfully, gazing at him intently.

  “Nothing too grand then?” he chuckled.

  “I can dream, can't I?” She smiled beautifully, her dimples appearing as if by magic. How he wanted to kiss them. Actually, he wanted to kiss all of her, and do a lot more besides that. Her eyes took on a dewy, damp look that was far too appealing to ignore. He was taken over by a strong urge to carry out his desire. He leaned across the reception desk and kissed her quickly, giving her curly blond ponytail a flirtatious tug.

  She gasped and pushed him back. “Miche!... Remember where you are! D'you want to get us both fired?”

  “I couldn't help it. You're quite irresistible... Far too gorgeous,” he growled out sexily.

  “Sshhhhh, no... Not here. Come with me.” She turned the phone system to auto-answer mode and beckoned for him to follow her. They walked around the back of the reception area and she opened a door and ushered him inside. She turned on the light.

  “This is my stationery room. It has a lockable door. Do you want me to lock it for a few minutes?”

  “Miss Moreau, what a naughty girl you are.”

  “I'll take that as a yes then.” She turned the lock and stood with her back to the door, smiling and fluttering her eyes at him.

  “Come here, our time is precious.”

  He pulled her close and kissed her face and neck all over, breathing in her perfume and tasting her soft skin. Her breathing was as ragged as his, their chests rising and falling rapidly with excitement. He kissed her mouth and she responded with so much pent up passion he was rather overwhelmed. Her hands ruffled his hair madly and her sweet little tongue played wildly in his mouth.

  “Miche.... Ah baby, you are so hot!”

  “So are you sweetheart.”

  “I've got a boyfriend. I live with him.”

  “Right... And?”

  “Nothing. Just thought I'd let you know.”

  “So now I know. Does that dress come off easily?”

  “Zip.”

  “Can I?”

  “Be quick.”

  He unzipped and dropped her blue dress to the floor.

  “Well, well... I'll have beautiful dreams about you.” His eyes were wide with the sight of her sexy blue lingerie encasing her ample curves.

  “I'm dying to have you,” she whimpered, openly shaking with desire.

  “Right now? This very second?” He was so ready and hot for her as well he couldn't believe it.

  “Oh yes!” She dragged off her panties and pulled him back to her, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  He picked her up and sat her on the countertop in the midst of the stationery supplies. He was inside her the next second and they clung together savouring the moment.

  “How I've wanted this. We should do it often,” he admitted in rapture.

  “We definitely should.”

  They suddenly exploded in a wild passion. Heat ran through him as they forced themselves together, working towards a sizzling climax. Their hands explored and touched freely as they gasped and sighed with pleasure. They took all they could from each other in the short time they had, and finally groaning and holding tight, they came to their ecstatic end. They rested their heads on each others shoulders for a moment and they both sighed shakily.

  He gently helped her back on her feet and into her dress, zipping it up and kissing her beautiful neck, tasting her skin with his tongue and inhaling the underlying scent. He was tempted to bite and feed, to taste her warm silky blood and continue with their erotic experience, but he restrained himself. He wasn't that hungry, he could wait. He would do that another time.

  “I shall never look at stationery in the same way again,” he smiled wickedly at her.

  “Take an eraser as a souvenir,” she giggled and placed a green piece of rubber in his hand.

  “Well, I do need one of those. They're very useful. And a notebook, pencil, and a pen would be good.”

  “There,” she said, supplying him with a small pad of paper, a pencil and a blue pen. “Will blue ink be okay or do you like black ones?”

  “Blue is fine,” he chuckled at their ordinary line of conversation, considering they had just screwed each other so wildly. “You're too sweet for words.”

  She unlocked the door, opened it, and turned. “Wait for a minute and then come out,” she advised quietly.

  “Before you go... Quick, come here.” He kissed her again, passionately and hard. She was more than irresistible.

  He waited for a minute, and then, carrying his small stationery collection, he left the room. He walked around reception and sat in the chair to wait for Mercedes. His eyes slid up to Cass again.

  She laughed out loud. “Your hair needs urgent attention.”

  He quickly sorted out his untidy hair, smoothing it back into place with his fingers. They both sat quietly, staring, serenely high on each other, until the door swung open and she arrived, and the spell was well and truly broken.

  He sat in her office as she handed him details of his next assignment. Then she started dishing out the orders, slapping a page of written instructions in front of him. He was becoming more than fed up with all this. Now she was controlling his creative spirit in front of the camera as well as his social life. His annoyance dam broke and he made a pointed comment. He couldn't stop himself.

  “This is quite unnecessary. I can manage very well without all this interference Ms Benoit.” That was another thing that annoyed him. She expected him to call her Ms Benoit, but she called him Miche all the time nowadays. It was a very one sided relationship they had, and this latest unwanted development he was putting a stop to, right now.

  “Just read it won't you. It's important,” she insisted in an impatient tone.

  “It's a cosmetics shoot for crying out loud! I don't need instructions.”

  “READ IT.” She raised her voice and adopted her usual demanding tone.

  “No,” he said simply and firmly.

  “No?” Her eyes widened at his impertinence.

  “That's what I said.”

  “I see.” She gave him a hard glare whilst she decided what to say next. She obviously wasn't used to having rebellious models in her stable.

  “Is that all for now? I have a few things I would like to do in my new apartment. I'm moving in today and my bed and T
V are being delivered later,” he explained politely.

  “Oh yes, your new apartment... Write your address down will you. I'll be over later to visit, with a house-warming surprise for you.” She pushed a pad and pen across the desk.

  “I may have company or be busy.”

  She raised her eyebrows at that, as if to say 'who are these friends of yours?' and 'how dare you be busy without asking my permission first?'

  “To be honest, considering your strange uncooperative attitude today, I'm now not sure whether to come at all!”

  “All I'm saying is try to take it easy with this controlling behaviour,” he said in a conciliatory manner.

  “You can be far too suggestive on camera. I was merely trying to tell you how to play it for this particular assignment.”

  “Let Xavier tell me that. He's the one I'm working with, not you.”

  “It's not a sexy product.”

  “It is. All male cosmetics are sexy. I'm male so I hope I know better than you. I promise you I won't overdo it. I know I need to appeal foremost to men in this instance. Please let me get on with it Mercedes. I don't tell you how to do your job, and I don't need you to tell me how to do mine.”

  He wrote down his address on the pad for her and pushed it back.

  “I shall think about it. You can go now. Perhaps I'll come over later. I really don't know.”

  * * *

  He sat happily watching soccer on his new TV when the doorbell rang.

  Oh damn...

  He had hoped she might not visit tonight after their little disagreement and his lack of enthusiasm earlier. He switched the TV off, got up and opened the door. She stood in front of him with a big bottle of champagne and an unusually sweet smile on her beautiful, but cold face.