by Ruby Madden
Chapter 1
Bernadette
Bernadette Michaels hopped up and down in her five-inch platform heels, firmly gripping her best friend’s hands as she screamed silently in the parking lot of BBW Runway magazine.
“I’m movin’ on up” she sang as she pressed Olivia Moore, her best friend and fellow fashion reporter to tell her more about the good news. “What else did you hear?”
Olivia put on her know-it-all smirk and leaned forward to tell Bernadette what she knew.
“When you walk into the building today the Executive and Creative Editors are going to pull you immediately into a meeting. Guess what? They’re going to give you one of the biggest stories of the year. It’s the interview with Blaze Sparks!
Ou-Ouch! You’re squeezing my hands too hard Bernadette!”
Bernadette started jumping up and down again, still gripping Olivia’s hands, but with slightly less force.
“I can’t believe my ears. This is a dream come true. I’m finally going to meet photographer Blaze Sparks in person. And lucky me, I’ll be the one to interview him. His photography is the most artistic, innovative and amazing work in print today. It’s a crime that he’s come in second place in the International BBW Fashion Photographer’s Awards four years in a row.”
Olivia shook her hands free from Bernadette’s grip and wrapped them around her shoulders in a congratulatory hug.
“You’ve finally arrived girlfriend. Tomorrow you’re going to be promoted to Fashion Editor and tonight, well tonight you’re going to meet the billionaire photographer dreamboat that you’ve been lusting after since…well, ever since I’ve known you. Maybe after the interview, he’ll give you a night to remember him by.”
“Ah, a night with his muscular body pressed against mine would definitely be a night I would remember for the rest of my life. I heard that last year’s photographer of the year winner Mr. Maxwell gave Jamie Adams the night of her life after her big interview with him. He took her to one of the most exclusive restaurants in San Francisco for their meeting and then back to his hotel and made mad passionate love to her. Maybe Mr. Sparks will give me the same treatment tonight, if I’m his type. Cross your fingers for me.”
Olivia's curly head flew back, and her throat released a roaring laugh. “Stop talking crazy girl; you’re every guy’s type. With your long wavy auburn hair that trails down to the curve of your ass, your sun-kissed skin, dazzling green eyes and curvaceous size 14 frame there’s no man alive that could resist you. Don’t forget, most of these BBW photographers are in the business because they have the hots for big girls. And you’re one hot big girl.”
Bernadette breathed a sigh as she leaned back, resting her body against Olivia’s SUV. “How did you hear about all of this before I did?”
Olivia smirked again. “Mark, the Director of Marketing, told me over midnight cocktails and morning coffee.”
Bernadette was the friend to throw her head back this time as she laughed. “Whoa! You did it. You’ve finally worked your way through the entire marketing department. But Marketing Mark looks like the athletic type who would keep you up all night. How are you even functioning today?”
Olivia wobbled in her heels for effect. “You’re right he did keep me up all night. I’m barely standing on my feet, but I wanted to make it in early to tell you the good news.”
Bernadette took Olivia by the hand and started walking her towards the high-rise building. “Let’s get you inside before you collapse. But tell me, how does Marketing Mark know about my interview and promotion?”
“You’re still talking crazy girl. Don’t you know? Marketing knows about everything,” Olivia said with a chuckle.
***
Olivia had gotten most of the information correct. Bernadette was indeed being offered the promotion to Fashion Editor. Or to be correct, she was being offered the chance to compete to become the Fashion Editor for BBW Runway magazine, the most widely read and profitable BBW magazine in the world. But, she still had to prove herself.
BBW Runway magazine always ran an article on the two front-running photographers in competition for photographer of the year at the International BBW Fashion Photographer’s Awards.
Bernadette, the internal candidate for the Fashion Editor position, was given the opportunity to write the article on the previous underdog and current front running photographer Blaze Sparks.
There was also an external candidate for the position of Fashion Editor, current fashion reporter for BBW Wow magazine Marie Robbers. She was assigned to write an article on another top contender for photographer of the year, the renowned photographer, and notorious bad boy Antonio Perez.
Bernadette took the fact that she was assigned to write the article on the front running photographer to be a good sign that the editors had confidence in her abilities and that she was the front-runner for the Fashion Editor position.
Both she and Marie were to present their finished articles to BBW Runway magazine’s Executive Editorial Board by 12noon tomorrow.
Before the end of the business day at 5 pm, the editorial board would make its decision and announce who would be offered the job of Fashion Editor for BBW Runway magazine. Either way, win or lose both articles would appear in the magazine, and each writer would receive a massive career boost.
Olivia walked up to Bernadette, her face wearing an exaggerated frown. “Sorry girl, I just heard about the competition for the job.” She let out a nervous chuckle. “I guess marketing doesn’t know about everything.”
Jutting out one hip, Olivia placed her hand at her waist and started to tap her fingers. “Mark made it seem like you getting the job was already a done deal. Sorry to get your hopes up. At least you still have a 50/50 chance of getting the job, right?”
“Don’t beat yourself up about it. Marketing Mark was probably so blinded by your booty beauty last night that he couldn’t get his facts straight.” Bernadette said smiling at Olivia.
She then sat down at her computer, put on her serious work face and pulled up her research notes on photographer Blaze Sparks.
Bernadette pulled up a picture of him, his sculpted muscles glistening with water as he stood by a swimming pool wearing nothing but low-waisted swim shorts and a smile.
In another picture, he was standing by the water wearing his regulation swim cap, swim shorts, and his famous open mouth smile.
“Did you know that he used to be a professional swimmer?” Bernadette said.
Olivia bent down and took a closer look at the pictures on the computer screen. “Yeah, I remember his swimming exploits. But, isn’t he just a rich trust fund baby? His daddy gave him a few billion dollars. And first, he played around at being a swimming star, and now he’s playing around at being an award winning photographer.”
Bernadette spun her chair around, her mouth open in shock. “Wow, I never knew you were such a snob Olivia. You’re being awfully hard on him. Mr. Sparks was an exceptional swimmer, and now he’s an exceptional artist. Sheesh! He couldn’t help being born into wealth any more than we could help being born into the middle class. He has worked hard for his professional success. Please, give the man credit where credit is due.”
Olivia held up her hands in joking surrender.
“Sorry, I forgot you’re a card carrying member of the Blaze Sparks fan club. Every time you see him flash his boyish smile and hard chiseled abs in one of those photos you fall head over heels in love with him.
Be careful when you meet him face to face Bernadette. He has a sweet smile in his pictures, but he may not be so sweet in person – powerful men like him rarely are.”
Bernadette didn’t have a chance to respond to Olivia before her phone rang.
Buzz buzz “business call” buzz buzz “business call” a pleasant female voice announced as Bernadette’s smartphone rang. Bernadette answered the call in her most professional and gregarious tone.
“Hello, you’ve reached Bernadette Michae
ls staff reporter for BBW Runway magazine, how may I help you today?”
Silence. She introduced herself again.
“This is Bernadette Michaels speaking. Can I help you?”
Frustrated by what she thought might be a problem with her smartphone, she adjusted the volume on her device and said “Hello?” still trying to sound professional amidst her growing frustration with the current state of cell phone technology.
“Bernadette Michaels!” A booming male voice spoke her name with a roaring growl.
The sound of her own name rang loudly in her ear as she snatched the phone away from her head and abused eardrum.
She moved her fingers with lightning speed, rushing to decrease the volume on the device and switched the phone over to her other ear.
“This is Blaze Sparks.” Now the voice on the phone was at normal volume, but the tone was still dark and commanding. “I’m calling personally to confirm the details of our dinner and interview tonight.”
Bernadette’s heart boomed and thundered inside her chest as she realized that she hadn’t checked her email yet and had no idea what details Mr. Sparks was talking about.
“Allow me to open my email and confirm the specifics with you, sir,” she responded without missing a beat.
Her heart was now pounding so loudly in her chest that she couldn’t be sure if the swoosh swoosh sound she was hearing was background cell phone static or the sound of her own terror rushing through her veins.
She popped her Bluetooth headset in her ear, opened her email inbox and scanned the incoming mail looking for Mr. Spark’s message.
“I’m opening your email now,” she said aloud as she clicked open his message and read the details aloud to him, trying to hide the fact that this was the first time that she was reading the email herself.
“Yes sir, I confirm that I am to attend the Children’s Hospital charity gala tonight as your guest.
Your private car will pick me up at the BBW Runway building at 5:15 pm and drive me to the gala which begins at 6 pm. We will make a two-hour appearance at the gala where we will take promotional pictures together and enjoy dinner at your reserved table.
Um…no, I’m not vegan. The Beef Wellington dinner option will be fine.
I’ve just included that information in my email reply to your assistant as requested. I also just signed the electronic release authorizing the limited business use of any promotional pictures of us taken at the gala per your email attachment.
Following the gala, I confirm that your private car will drive me to your beachfront home and photography studio in Alameda where you will give me a one hour tour of your studio and workspace.
During and immediately after the tour I will have the opportunity to complete a formal interview with you regarding your work as a photographer and the upcoming International BBW fashion photographer’s awards.
Lastly, I confirm that I will be available to be picked up by your private car outside the BBW Runway building today at…10am…in…um…40 minutes from now to be driven to a dress fitting for the gala tonight.
I confirm that I will choose my preference of one of ten gala appropriate dresses to wear to the event. I understand that the dress and accessories are mine to keep, compliments of Blaze Sparks Photography.”
After Bernadette had finished reading the email aloud, Mr. Sparks addressed her again in his raw and powerful, throaty voice.
“Good Bernadette. I’m pleased that you understand our arrangement. I look forward to meeting you in person tonight.”
Click. Silence. With the word “tonight” he disconnected the phone call.
He didn’t give Bernadette the opportunity to ask questions or provide any input. He’d merely confirmed that she understood what he wanted.
Bernadette felt uneasy with that, like maybe Olivia was right, and she needed to be cautious because billionaire Blaze Sparks might not be such a nice guy after all.
Bernadette suddenly became aware of a new friction beneath her skirt as the fabric of her cotton panties pressed down and rubbed against the slickness of her growing clit.
Since adolescence, her large and unwieldy clit had been the bane of her existence. She knew from experience that it would continue to grow and harden and rub up against her panties until she gave it the release it desired.
“He’s definitely going to give you a night to remember!”
Olivia’s voice came out of nowhere.
With wide-eyed excitement, Olivia leaned forward, gave Bernadette the thumbs up sign and then high fived her.
Their hands clapped together, and Bernadette’s heart skipped a beat.
“It sure sounds like it,” Bernadette said, hearing an uncharacteristic and unexpected timidity in her own voice that shocked her.
She quickly excused herself and discreetly adjusted her skirt and panties as she walked down the hallway to the seldom used ladies bathroom at the back of the building that faced an old unused conference room.
Chapter 2
Bernadette
Bernadette snuck into the tiny three stall bathroom and bent over, individually checking each stall to see if it had an occupant.
All three stalls were empty.
Good. I’m alone, she thought.
She entered the third largest stall and closed the door behind her.
Bernadette pulled out her smartphone and clicked through her collection of pictures of Blaze Sparks.
Most of the pictures were the same, with Blaze smiling sweetly next to a pool or laughing with a group of friends.
To her surprise, Bernadette didn’t want to look at a picture of Blaze smiling or laughing like she usually did when she made her secret trips to the bathroom.
Instead, she clicked open the single picture she had where Blaze wasn’t wearing his signature smile.
In this photo, he was standing alone with his back to the ocean barely dressed in a skin tight speedo that hugged the hard curve of his cock. His eyes were focused like laser beams on the camera, and the corner of his mouth was turned up slightly in a confident cocky half-smile.
This was the Blaze Sparks she had just spoken with on the phone.
She stared at him, looking deep into his dangerous and commanding eyes – the eyes of a powerful man who gave orders and expected them to be followed.
For years, Bernadette had carefully nurtured her nice guy mental image of Blaze.
He had always been her secret crush and the go to good guy that she fantasized about whenever she had a rough day.
Blaze’s sweet smile and rock hard pecks had gotten her through more tough times than she cared to recall.
Like Olivia said, she was indeed a card-carrying member of the Blaze Sparks fan club. In fact, she had the official club card in her purse right now to prove it.
She had followed his swimming, and then photography exploits since both she and he were teenagers.
Every new piece of information she gathered about him, from his hospital charity work to his foundation to save endangered animals only added to her mental image of him as the ideal man. He gave her hope that there were still nice guys in the world and that one day she might meet and fall in love with one.
Her heart longed to meet the sweet Blaze Sparks that she had fantasized about for years, but her core burned with desire for the dangerous new Blaze Sparks that she had spoken to on the phone today.
Bernadette felt a liquid heat slip between her thighs as she thought about Blaze – the one who didn’t smile, but scowled instead and spoke to her in a commanding tone. She hoped that he would be the Blaze she would accompany to tonight’s charity gala and later follow to his house for a private studio tour and an evening of passionate sex.
Balancing on one heel, Bernadette stepped out of her panties and stuffed them inside her bra for safe keeping. She slid her hand between her thighs, dipped her fingers into her wetness and started to massage her growing clit, which was now standing erect, a
bout as tall as the first joint of her ring finger.
She felt a twinge of insecurity as she thought about what Blaze might think of her big clit.
Some guys in the past had been cruel and told her that it was big enough to be a small dick. Of course, she knew that was complete BS, but it had still been painful to hear, and she worried that she actually might have some defect in her most private parts that could cause Blaze to reject her.
For the moment, she cast aside her fears and stared into Blaze’s icy blue eyes, which stared back at her through her cell phone.
She fantasized about him breaking his icy hot stare to walk up behind her and wrap his powerful arms around her body as she rubbed the tip of her clit with her index finger and massaged its length with her thumb.
She imagined that her hands were his hands, both of them strong, muscular and dexterous. One hand playfully twisting and tapping her nipple, as the other forcefully kneaded her clit.
In her mind, Blaze held her immobile in his strong arms as he brought a single finger from her clit up to her mouth, gently parting her lips and pushing its length towards the tip of her tongue.
“Taste,” he commanded as he touched the tip of his finger to the tip of her tongue. She obeyed and tasted the salty flavor of her own sex. The naughty licking was something she had never done or even fantasized about before.
Without warning, the scene changed. Bernadette was suddenly bent over the railing at his beachfront home and photography studio looking out onto the crashing waves of the ocean.
She was holding onto the railing for dear life as the hard length of his cock thrust violently into her, threatening to send her body hurling over the edge and into the turbulent waters.
Her hands gripped the cold steel railing, and her entire body shook and vibrated as Blaze used her most private parts publically for his pleasure.
There was suddenly a wide sandy beach, and it was filled with dozens of onlookers.
Bernadette was now lying on her back on the smooth wooden surface of Blaze’s outdoor deck. Her legs were splayed open for the viewing pleasure of all of the onlookers below and hot creamy fluid dripped from her pulsating core.
