Hard & Fast_A Hard Thrusting Racing Heart Billionaire Romance

by Vivien Vale

  I feel proud of myself. If I do well today, then it could really facilitate things moving forward. I can make a name for myself.

  I do wish my new agent Harry had given me a better idea of what this video would entail. I haven't known what to prepare for or anything. But I guess I just have to trust him.

  "Hey, Allie," an assistant says as she approaches me and leads me quickly toward some chairs. "Let's get you straight into hair and makeup."

  Ah, my favorite part. What woman doesn't enjoy being pampered, especially for work? I truly feel like I'm living the life.

  If things continue this way, then my dreams will most certainly come true. And I really have Xavier to thank for all of that.

  "Allie, hi. I'm your makeup artist. Name's David. It's a pleasure to work with you."

  Already, this is more professional than any other shoot I've worked on. I'm getting excited.

  I sit in the makeup chair, and just as he starts to work his magic on my face, someone comes behind me with a blow dryer and begins to do my hair. Then a manicurist sets up shop next to me and works on my nails.

  I'm being primped from every angle. This is a professional team in a professional setting, and I try to act nonchalant, as though I've seen it all before.

  In truth, my old agent only got me the shadiest shoots in even shadier parts of town. Often, they would take place in someone's cramped apartment and I never felt as if I was going anywhere.

  Hard Pressed is big. I feel like a real model. I feel like this is what I always envisioned when I thought about this career. And finally, it's all coming together.

  I just have to calm my nerves and know that whatever the shoot is about, I can handle it. I know how to be charismatic and how to get the job done. If anything, I'll just fake it until I make it.

  "So, have you ever worked for Hard Pressed before?" David says, bronzing me to perfection.

  "Only once before. I did a little something for them and it was really great. So, I'm really grateful to have been asked back."

  "Yeah," my hairstylist says. "If they asked you back that means they must've really liked you. This company doesn't just hire anybody. You have to be good."

  They're making me feel more confident by the second, and I guess that's what a glam squad's for.

  "I bet you say this to all the new models," I say, laughing.

  "No, girl," David says. "You've got it all going on. You have something really special. Doesn't she, Maureen?" he asks the person doing my hair.

  "Yes, honey, you're really beautiful and you should know that."

  "Thanks, you guys, you don't know how good it is to hear that."

  Their words and praises really do lift me up. I allow myself to sink into the salon chair as Maureen gives me a fragrant scalp massage and pulls conditioner through my hair.

  I let myself be primped and preened and then I close my eyes and try a little visualization technique. I try to imagine every part of this video shoot going well, whatever it's about. I see myself feeling confident and ready. I think about how the camera loves me, and I do so well that they keep booking me for more events.

  I'm so into my exercise that I nearly fall asleep.

  The assistant comes in and tells me that they're ready for me on set. David applies some false lashes, and I open my eyes to see a stunning image of myself in the mirror. I normally don't look this good. God, I wish I could take this glam squad home with me.

  Instead, I leave the makeup room and walk into the big set where the shoot will take place. It all seems very expensive and important.

  It's intimidating in here. My agent isn't here, and I don't have any friends or family supporting me. It's just me, and I have to make this happen. It's time to shine.

  A huge white screen falls from the ceiling over the floor and I see where I'm going to be on camera. A simple black stool is the only accessory.

  I take a seat in front of the camera and try to angle my super tight jeans right. I want to look good and like I've done this before.

  There's all manner of lighting prep going on around me and people holding microphones.

  "Are you ready, Allie?" the director asks.

  "I am."

  "Okay, take one."

  The cameras roll, and this is my moment. The interviewer asks me a series of questions that I try to answer to the best of my ability.

  "Hi, Allie, how long have you been a model in the industry?"

  I decide not to detail my sordid past with Cheri and keep things simple.

  "Um, about five years now."

  I smile bright.

  "And do you have a strong social media presence?"

  "Yes," I lie. "Well, it's building."

  "Can you please describe your thoughts on how you think videos go viral?"

  I'm still not sure what the shoot is for, but maybe it has something to do with social media? I know these types of shoots try to get candid, unrehearsed answers, so I try to answer the question with grace and poise and as much knowledge as I can muster.

  "I think videos go viral when they have a lot of meaning for various groups of people. When more than one person can relate to something then it creates a unifying effect that has the power to reach a lot of people."

  "Can you be more specific?" the interviewer says.

  "Okay, well, for something to go viral, let's say a person named Jamie has the video. He then hangs out with Sarah and shows it to her. And then Sarah shows it to Charles, etc. this is how things get spread. Before you know it, it's spread around to everyone you know and everyone they know."

  It seems like they just want to get a model's perspective on how you can get famous or something. Maybe this video will go viral and people will know my face and name.

  It’s a little bizarre, but I just hope whatever it's for is a good cause. I know Xavier wouldn't put me in a compromising position. At least I don't think he would.

  The interviewer asks me a series of similar questions, and I answer them all with truth and honesty. I try to move my body and make the lighting work for me and not against me. I try to come off as a real professional model.

  At the end, it feels like a really long day, but I got to do what I love and so it didn't feel like work at all. This is what life should be about, doing what you love. I feel like I'm finally in the right place at the right time.

  I'm excited I actually got to do a video shoot and speak my mind instead of just having photos taken. Don't get me wrong, I love doing photoshoots but I also like other work. And in the end, it's about rounding out my portfolio. And this could definitely be a portfolio piece.

  The glitz and the glamour of the day feel like second nature to me. I have no doubt I'm in the right career, and now that I've meet Xavier, I might even be in the right place romantically. We’ll have to see. He hasn’t mentioned seeing me again, but I’m hoping what happened between us was on the beginning.

  As I head home, still in full makeup and hair, I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. I think about Xavier again. His gorgeous body and dark nature thrill me. But there's also something dangerous about him that I can't put my finger on.

  I always go for the bad boy. And I always get hurt. I'll have to watch my step with Xavier, but in the end, he's too hard to resist. I know I'll give in to anything he asks of me.

  I want to.

  Because I want him.

  Xavier

  I'm spending the day in the editing room going over footage of Allie's video shoot. Being in the editing room always fulfills me. I get to be a voyeur of all the new talent and thus have first pick of any new models or actresses that catch my attention.

  In the end, I tell them who I am, or they already know, and it's over before it begins. I have them in my bed by nightfall. It's almost too easy.

  Watching Allie, though, gives this a whole new meaning. Yes, she's fucking gorgeous. She always has been, but dressed to the nines for this shoot, well, she really stands out.

  I imagine all the things I woul
d do to her if she were here in the editing room with me. I'd spread her out over all this equipment and have her calling my name in no time.

  It's funny how I've got her eating out of my hand. For a second, I picture what life would look like without all this underhanded manipulation on my part. Maybe we could happy?

  I'm definitely not tired of her and that's what's different. I never expected she'd be anything except another woman to me. And so far that's what she is, but damn, when I imagine her lips straining to take in the girth of my cock, well, it nearly sets me over the edge.

  I will have more of her sexually, but not until I toy with her first.

  This video is the second insidious thing I've done to get back at her. The shoot she sat for was a setup. I made sure they asked her a series of questions in which I could trap her. She doesn't know it but I'm gonna flip it around and edit that footage into a totally different video. By the end, it will look like she's a spokesperson for people with STDs.

  I know it's a premeditated and awful thing to do, but what can I say? She deserves it. She deserves everything she gets.

  I've never had a girl be so cruel to me as Allie was. Hopefully, this will make her understand that she can't treat people that way and get away with it.

  I watch the footage and I see her beautiful face on camera. She's shifting on her stool trying to cast herself in the best light. She really is a natural model and apparently a natural spokeswoman because everything she says is on point.

  I'm impressed by her. But that's Allie's charm. She gets you to love her and then she destroys you. Not this time. I cannot let that happen again. I’ll be the one doing the destroying this time around.

  I sift through the footage for something I can use. She's answering questions about how videos can go viral. I love the idea that she doesn't realize this little gem is gonna fly around the web and pull her name through the mud.

  I have the power to make it be so. I practically own the internet with this company. It's everything my nerdy genius mind in high school could've imagined. I always knew I'd make it to the top and it definitely doesn't suck up here.

  Hey, she should be satisfied that she even got more work with Hard Pressed . We're the biggest firm in town after all.

  I toss my black hair out of my eyes and unbutton my shirt to get some air. Looking at Allie turns me on no matter how much I hate her.

  I know my actions are shady and a part of me wants to go back or just refrain from posting this, but another part can't resist humiliating Allie.

  To see her suffering gives me some sick sense of pleasure. I know it’s fucked up, but what she did to me was fucked up too.

  I find a scene where she finally speaks the perfect line for me to use against her.

  The interviewer asks her to be more specific about something and this is where Allie says verbatim, "Before you know it, it spreads around to everyone you know and everyone they know."

  I couldn't ask for a better lead-in to the fact that she's posing as the STD girl. This will ruin her career for sure.

  I twist the video into my own contorted image of Allie having an STD. It's so good, and so seamless, that I know a lot of people are gonna see it and recognize her face.

  I look at her on-screen and she seems beautiful and yet so vulnerable. Something about that vulnerability makes my cock harden and throb with the idea of taking her.

  I do feel glad that Allie's gonna get hurt, but a part of me knows that this is not filling me with as much satisfaction as I thought it would. I should be elated that I'm finally exacting revenge.

  I've been dreaming for years of hurting her the way she hurt me. But having it happen at last doesn't feel as great as it should. Something is lacking and I can't put my finger on what it is.

  I guess I'm having second thoughts. But I don't let them linger. I may be an asshole playboy to women but I'm not malicious. Being this way towards Allie goes against my nature.

  Still, it has to be done. She needs to learn.

  All I have to do is remember how she took my virginity and how she abandoned me. Lied to me. The bitter emotions resurface and I'm able to go forward with my plans.

  A few clicks on the video and it's ready to go to press. I'm very good with programming and computers, so getting this shit done is no big deal.

  I hit "Send" to my publicist and I know it's on it’s way to the public. It’s times like these being a genius comes in very handy. I can do my own dirty work so easily.

  Even though I want to humiliate her publicly I still want to fuck her privately. At this point, nothing will get that out of my system. She's a damn good lay. The best I've had in a long time. Maybe ever.

  I decide to make things interesting for the night and I text her to invite her out to dinner.

  Hey, Allie, it's Xavier. Can you meet me for dinner?

  Her response comes quickly.

  Hi there, I'd really like to. But I'm just in a really bad place. I’m still upset I lost the chance to do that huge video app. And I lost it because of that awful contract from Cheri. I don't think I'd be very good company tonight.

  Man, this girl's life is rough and it's about to get rougher.

  No, just come out with me. It'll take your mind off things. I promise to make it worth your while.

  She can't resist me. I know she can't. I know she's feeling things for me already, but what she doesn't understand is that it's totally unrequited love. I will not love her back. Not this time.

  She doesn't deserve to have even a piece of me.

  I send her another quick text when she doesn’t respond.

  Meet me at the club Minx downtown.

  Okay, Xavier. I really do want to see you so I'll come .

  I smile. Perfect.

  Yes, once again I have her right where I want her. She did the wrong thing by admitting her disappointment about that shoot because I will totally capitalize on it.

  I think of a way to use that information to my advantage. Allie really needs to learn not to trust a bad boy.

  I call my assistant and find out exactly who was booked for the app release that Allie wanted.

  I find out it's a girl named Olivia. Perfect. I'll invite her to be my date.

  Imagine how Allie's face will fall when she sees me with Olivia, the girl who stole her spot.

  Enacting revenge on her is just too easy because she's way too open with me. Hasn't she learned that she needs to have her guard up with people?

  I look over my editing job again and check with my publicist to make sure the video is to ready to be released. Then I close up, though this firm never really sleeps.

  I go to my penthouse downtown and prepare to make myself look better than ever. Having Allie's hungry eyes on me is all I ever wanted. And it still gets me off, no matter how pissed at her I am. I gotta admit, I can't wait for this night to begin.

  The hot shower water does nothing to suppress my nagging desire for her. And fuck, as much as I don’t want them to, feelings of regret threaten to wash over me as I think how I may have ruined Allie's life.

  Is it fair what I've done? I don't know. But someone has to show this girl she can't just treat people like trash. And I guess it's gonna be me who does it.

  I dress in my best Gucci pants and a crisp white shirt. I also want to look so damn good that other women salivate for me right in front of Allie.

  Jealousy is the theme for this evening. I want women gushing over me. And I know that my white shirt contours me in such a way that my shredded abs will be visible. I want to get all the women wet with just one lingering stare at my body.

  Like I said, it doesn't take much. Especially when you're one hulking Viking of a man within a sea of lesser men.

  First, I have to go pick up Olivia so that I can arrive with her on my arm. Nothing will make Allie more envious and distraught than this. She has to think I'm fucking other women. That's just how it is.

  Allie

  I'm getting dressed in my little apartment to go d
owntown and meet Xavier. He's invited me to a club called Minx that I've never been to before.

  I'm hopeful about tonight. I've been feeling so blue since losing out on that major app commercial. I mean, I'm satisfied with the one I did, but I still have no idea what it's for and thus no idea if it will propel my career forward or not like I hope.

  I'm excited, though, to get out of the house and to shake things up. Xavier is still somewhat of a mystery to me, but he's the hottest guy in town, there's no denying that.

  Butterflies are swirling around in my stomach as I think about seeing him again. He's so tall and domineering. His very presence makes me weak in the knees and so fucking wet.

  I'm trying to rummage through my closet and find a decent outfit. As soon as I get paid for this last gig I’m going on the biggest shopping spree.

  I decide on a simple black dress. You can't go wrong with that. It's tight and will hug every curve in just the right way.

  I've always been slim but being a model has taken that to new heights. I'm so good about watching what I eat, eating clean, and going to the gym. The gym is one membership that I can't afford not to splurge on.

  I hope tonight all my hard work counts and that Xavier notices my tight little body and appreciates it.

  For a minute, my eyes glaze over as I imagined him taking me in the club bathroom or somewhere else equally as public and risky.

  All I want to do is be around this guy. It's so not like me. But with Xavier, there's this carnal, raw passion that cannot be denied. I want to get to know him, sure, but more than that, I want his rock-hard body on top of mine. Inside of mine.

  I curl my blonde hair so that it cascades elegantly over my shoulders, slip on some heels, and am out the door.

  I grab a cab and am soon downtown. The club appears to be in the same building as Xavier's penthouse. How obvious of him. I smile, hoping the evening ends up in his penthouse.

  There's a line down the block to get into Minx. I walk to the front of the line and give them his name and am led right in. Knowing people in high places has its perks for sure.

  The club isn’t huge. It has more of a boutique feel. There are plush, cozy places to sit and lots of sexy magic going on.