“Remind me again why we have to leave here on Sunday,” Jeff asked.
“Because I think Rafe Santori is going to kick your ass off the boat if you don’t leave willingly once the shoot is over,” John told him.
“Okay, I have changed my life’s goal. I want to earn enough money to be able to afford something like this. I’ll sail around the world, enjoying everything life has to offer,” Jeff declared.
“That’s a nice game plan, but do you have any idea how much something like this costs to buy, let alone maintain on a daily basis? Let’s just say you better be Donald Trump in order to get started with your new goal for life.”
Vivi nodded at John’s assessment of the yacht. From what little she knew about the yacht and most of it from Googling the boat and its owner the previous night, John was correct in what he had told Jeff.
“I hate to disturb your gathering, but Mr. Santori’s helicopter is about to land and the wind it generates and the loud noise is quite discomforting. Would you mind stepping into the lounge for a few minutes until he is on the deck?” Roland asked.
“Sure thing, it’s not a problem.” Jeff and John grabbed their drinks and headed inside.
Vivi followed along behind, but what she really wanted to do was see the helicopter land atop the yacht. She lingered for a few minutes in the lounge, and then ducked back outside. Shading her eyes with her hand, she watched for the chopper. The breeze began to pick up and Vivi heard the roar of an approaching engine.
She watched the chopper circle and then land on the red landing pad atop the highest deck. She saw Rafe climb down from the front seat, grab his briefcase, and head for the staircase.
The pilot lifted off as quickly as he landed and was gone in seconds.
Rafe Santori is here.
Vivi clenched her hands into fists at her side and willed her nerves to steady. She was a grown woman for heaven’s sake, not some lust starved teenager.
Correction, she wasn’t lust starved, either. It had been a long time since she’d last seen the man and a lot had changed.
Before he could see her, Vivi slipped back inside the living room and headed for the bar. The last thing she wanted was for Rafe Santori to see her openly gawking at him. That would never do.
After greeting each person in turn, Rafe headed in her direction. Vivi took a sip of her wine for courage.
“Vivian Bloom, I must say you are a sight for sore eyes. It’s been a long time.”
“Yes, it has Mr. Santori.”
“Please call me Rafe. We’re beyond the formalities at this point, aren’t we Vivi?”
Vivi merely nodded, at a loss for words.
Rafe accepted a glass of scotch from the bartender and turned back to Vivi.
“You probably don’t even remember our last meeting.”
Better than he could imagine, Vivi thought.
“Not really I’m afraid. It was what six, seven years ago?” She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing she knew every single second that had occurred. Every single word, every single action, every single moment reliving the night repeatedly over the past years.
“Well, I most certainly do. You were wearing a fire engine red dress, with four-inch high heels. And your toe nail polish was called Seduce Me Silly.”
“It was?” Vivi frowned. Okay, that part she didn’t remember that at all.
“Though at the time I was in a relationship, or I might have taken you up on your offer.” Rafe took a sip of the scotch.
“My offer?” God, now she was sounding like a parrot repeating everything he said.
He nodded. “That I could have had you, though looking back I’m sure you meant for the magazine and not for me personally.”
“Oh, right.” At a loss for words, Vivi could hardly put two words together, let alone form a coherent sentence. If only Rafe knew.
“As I recall, your parting shot was Your loss, I’m afraid, and that was right before you kissed me and then left like Cinderella in the night,” Rafe finished with a smile.
And of course that part he had to remember with total clarity. Not sure what to say, Vivi wisely chose to keep quiet, lest she say something stupid.
“I am quite pleased you accepted the offer to do the shoot this week. I’ve enjoyed following your work over the past years. You’re going to be a fabulous addition to Out of Bounds magazine. I see great things in store for both of us when this issue goes to press.”
“Thank you. It was quite an honor to be chosen. Along with Jeff and John, of course.” So he really did remember that night. Especially the part about her age. Now that she was twenty-six.
Damn the man.
No matter how hard she tried, Rafe Santori was going to haunt her dreams tonight as well.
Chapter Four
Standing on the terrace, Vivi shaded her eyes with her hand and stared out at the miles of bright, blue Caribbean Sea in every direction. Overnight they had traveled from the harbor to here and she’d slept through the majority of the journey.
Vivi tugged the cotton robe’s sash tighter about her waist and headed over to join the crew.
“My staff will be on call all week, but they will remain out of the photo shoot,” Rafe told the gathered group of people.
“No problem, boss.” Paulie Porchette, Out of Bounds premier crème-de-la-crème photographer moved like a hummingbird across the deck. Flitting back and forth, he arranged and then rearranged the backdrops, making sure everything was in readiness for the shoot.
“Ah, there you are, Vivi. Good morning, my darling. Did you sleep well? I would have said hello last night when I got in, but I didn’t want to wake you from your beauty sleep.” He kissed her cheek, then stood back to survey her with a critical eye.
“Good morning, Paulie. I think the bigger question is how do you think I look? Am I well rested enough or shall we get out the war paint?” Vivi turned her face from side to side for his perusal.
Paulie pursed his lips and then tapped his fingers against his chin. “My god woman, you are as sexy as ever, with only the basics on.”
Vivi smiled and kissed his cheek. “You are such a fabulous liar. Is it any wonder why I love working with you.” She was beyond thrilled with the thought of having Paulie do the shoot.
“Only for you, babe. Only for you. Okay people, let’s get this party started.”
“We’ll do the first shoot on the bridge. Vivi, let’s get you and the boys suited up.”
Minutes later, Vivi stepped out from the makeshift dressing room set up on the main terrace.
“Sweetheart, you are a teenage boy’s wet dream,” Paulie cooed, taking her by the hand and leading her to the navigation station.
Vivi took that as a major compliment. She looked down at the white Captain’s jacket with the gold braid on the shoulder and the six brass buttons running down the front, to her white high heels. The jacket barely covered her ass, but with the pair of gold bikini panties, she wouldn’t run the risk of flashing anyone.
“Vivi, come over here. I want you standing right here and don’t forget your hat.” Paulie perched the hat on Vivi’s head and moved to place John and Jeff into position.
“Guys, I want the two of you lying on your sides on the ground behind Vivi. Jeff, here you hold the spyglass as if you’re looking up her jacket. John, I want you to wrap your hand around her calf. Love the look of the white on white uniforms. Such a clean look.”
“For the first shot, I want you standing here with one hand on the wheel and the other on the throttle.”
Vivi did as he asked and stepped forward, positioning her hands on both objects.
“Perfect.”
She looked down at her two friends, positioned on the floor.
“Wait, we need more skin showing.” Paulie undid a couple more buttons on the jacket and parted the collar. Then he tipped back the hat on Vivi’s head a bit, shook his head and unbuttoned one more button on the jacket so the swell of her breasts were showing.
“Come o
n, baby, give that smile I love to see. Show me what you’re offering, Vivi. Tease me, torment me, and make me want it.”
Vivi did as Paulie asked. Smiling for the camera, flirting for the man holding the camera and most of all making sure Rafe Santori was watching her every move.
She leaned forward over the console, showing the tops of her breasts. Vivi lifted her hand to her brow, as though searching for something out the window. Then looked down at the two men on the floor at her feet and gave them a smile that offered up more than just hello, how are you.
“That’s it Vivi, I’m loving it. Okay guys, move those hands up her legs. Under the jacket, touch her skin, show us how much fun you’re having playing with the Captain,” Paulie encouraged.
Vivi couldn’t believe she was getting paid to have this much fun and it was only the first shoot of the day.
“And we’re good. Okay gang, onto the next shot. I want to do as much as we can while the day’s still cool. Too hot to work when the temperatures start frying the lens.”
“This one is going to be a little sexier, Vivi. John, I want you to get in the pool. Jeff, you’ll be out of the pool in this shot. Vivi, I need you to drop the robe and sit down on the edge of the pool. Gentlemen, you’ll be her beard, making sure nothing gets seen that we don’t want to see. Oh I know we want to see it, but we’re going to make this shot just shy of porn if you catch my drift.”
Vivi sat down and tugged open the sash on her robe. John moved to stand between her legs, his head covering her pussy from view.
“Jeff, step up behind her and kneel down. I want you to put your hands over her shoulders and cover her breasts. Just enough so that we can’t see her nipples, but leave some flesh exposed.”
Jeff moved into position and draped his hands over her shoulders as Vivi dropped the robe and tossed it to one side out of camera range.
“Vivi, I want sex, oozing sexuality with this shot. I want you to take it and run with it when I saw go. Can you do that?”
Vivi raised her eyebrow at Paulie. “Is there any question?”
Paulie laughed and lifted the camera. “You’re on, sweetheart.”
Vivi leaned back against Jeff, and then arched her back, pushing her breasts more fully into his hands. She closed her eyes and wove her fingers through John’s hair in front of her, pushing his face closer to her pussy.
“Honey, you’re going to make men explode in their pants before they ever get through the spread.”
“That’s what I’m being paid for, Paulie. To be every man’s private fantasy.” She kept her eyes closed and concentrated on her own personal fantasy.
“You already are, Vivi. You already are,” Paulie replied, lifting the camera. “John, lift her legs and put them over your shoulders. That’s it, keep that pussy covered. No visible body parts showing. Not this time at least.”
John did as requested, his warm breath fanning the inside of Vivi’s thighs. “Nice Brazilian, Vivi,” he said softly, for her ears only.
She smiled down at him and quivered, knowing the only thing keeping her from being exposed to Rafe’s searing gaze was the two men in front of and behind her.
God this would be the perfect male or female fantasy. A man pressed up tightly to both sides of her body. What more could you want or need?
“Lean her back as though you’re going to pleasure her, John. That’s it. Now, Jeff, you lean back as well. Take her with you. Keep those nipples covered. Kiss her neck, give her little love bites. Yes, perfect. John, feel free to do whatever you want with her from that angle,” Paulie practically yelled his enthusiasm.
The rest of the crew groaned and several of the men turned away, hiding obvious erections. Vivi merely laughed and went back to posing for the camera. It was all in a day’s work.
Even though the two men were gay, they had no trouble doing whatever was necessary, within reason of course, for the camera. It was just one of many things Vivi loved about the pair. They had no problem suffering for their craft. A craft that paid extremely well and today would be no different.
“Say orgasm, people. You know you want to come, I know I do. So let it happen,” Paulie called out as he circled the trio, taking shot after shot, yelling out directions.
Vivi opened her eyes and stared at Rafe, locking her gaze on his. She licked her lower lip and then tipped her head back on Jeff’s shoulder. As if on cue, the younger man palmed her breasts and Vivi fought down a groan. She flexed her fingers in John’s hair, feeling him nibble on her thigh and fought down a giggle. Now was not the time to start laughing. What she would have preferred was John to finish what he started and lick her pussy. But she knew that wouldn’t happen in this lifetime or any other. The man was head over heels in love with Jeff. And for that Vivi was thrilled.
Yet, it still didn’t soothe the ache raging between her thighs at the moment.
If only it were Rafe Santori touching her. If only it were Rafe between her legs. The if onlys went on until Paulie called it quits for the day due to the extreme heat from the sun.
“I don’t want my models getting sunburned or heat stroke. That’s not part of the game plan for this week. Everyone inside and start drinking water. Lots of water. I want you hydrated.”
* * * *
Rafe shifted uncomfortably and kept himself stationed behind the lounge chair. He’d thought he could handle it. The sight of Vivian Bloom practically naked wearing nothing but a pair of man’s hands and the other man’s mouth almost buried in her pussy nearly put him over the edge. He could have shot his wad right there on the deck.
When he told Paulie he wanted something daring, something to ramp up the anniversary edition of the magazine, something that would showcase Vivi’s talents to the hilt, Rafe had no idea the photographer was going to come up with something like this. It was just shy of pornographic. But it was exactly what Rafe wanted. This would sell thousands of copies.
Problem was, Rafe had three more days of the shoot to get through and if Paulie kept putting her in positions like today’s, Rafe was going to have to either make himself scarce or figure out a way to keep his cock at ease. And neither one sounded like much fun.
He walked over to where Vivi stood, sipping a bottle of water. The sash on her robe hung loose and Rafe could see the swell of her cleavage between the folds.
Summoning the last bit of courage and decency he had left, Rafe leaned over and tied the sash tight. “Careful, you wouldn’t want to get burned out here. The sun’s brutal on untried skin.”
She looked at him oddly, her lips parted and a drop of water lingering on her bottom lip.
For a brief second Rafe wondered what she’d do if he were to lean forward and lick it off.
Then again if he were less of a man, he would have already done it.
“Thank you. Maybe it would be better if I went and got dressed.”
What he would have preferred was that she accompany him back to his stateroom and he’d show her what fun they could have without the rest of the crew looking on. The possibilities were endless. But he couldn’t and he wouldn’t. It just wasn’t going to happen. This was business and Rafe Santori never mixed business with pleasure. He never dated an employee and he wasn’t about to break his own rule just to satisfy an itch. Regardless of how much he wanted to.
* * * *
Vivi ladled a helping of fruit on her plate and headed back to the shade of the terrace.
Lowering herself to her chair, she sipped the cool water as promised. The last thing she wanted was to get sick from either affliction. And there were too many days left of the shoot to jeopardize it.
“Well, that went well, don’t you think?” John sat down in the chair opposite her.
“I think if you were a straight man I’d have been begging you to do something with your mouth other than smile at me in the pool.”
“Damn, darling, are you telling me you’re horny? Anyone in particular you’re lusting after, as if I didn’t know?” John popped a grape into his mout
h and smiled.
Vivi glared at him across the table. “You’re so cute when you’re being a jerk. Anyone ever tell you that before?”
“Practically every day of my life someone says those exact same words to me. Seriously though, what’s stopping you and Santori from hooking up? Nothing I can see from where I stand.”
Vivi shook her head, and then looked around to see where Rafe was. “Not going to happen.”
“Why not? You want the guy and if he’s as smart as I think he is, he wants you too. Who wouldn’t? You’re amazing, and any man would be lucky to have you share his bed.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I don’t think it’d be a good idea.”
“So you’re telling me you’re not going to do a thing about that past kiss? You’re going to let it ride and possibly miss the best opportunity of your lifetime?”
Vivi nodded. “Yes.”
“Honey, look around you. We’re in paradise. Take a chance on the brass ring and see where it gets you. If I’m wrong, then what happens in the Caribbean stays in the Caribbean. What have you got to lose?” John speared a piece of watermelon and put it in his mouth.
How about my heart.
That’s what Vivi was afraid of losing. And Rafe Santori was just the man for the job. Suddenly her Plan B was looking shaky.
Vivi pushed the idea from her head and focused on her lunch.
Chapter Four
“Okay people, it’s a new day and a new shoot. Work with me on this one. The idea came to me in the night.”
Paulie grabbed the life preserver ring and walked over to Vivi.
“Honey, I want you wearing nothing but those gold panties, the Captain’s hat, this ring and a big smile. Cover your breasts and your hootchie.”
“You’re the boss, Paulie.” Vivi smiled and headed off to change her clothes.
“Don’t you forget it, sweetness. Let’s rock and roll. Turn on that stereo. Get some Carlos Santana on the stereo so we can set the stage for some hotness.”
Within minutes Vivi reappeared in her robe. “Ready, Paulie.”
“Let’s roll.” Paulie handed her the ring and stepped back while she positioned herself at the railing and dropped the robe.
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