Model Behavior

by Mj Williamz

  “Let’s get inside,” Ronnie said. She took Lana’s hand and led her down the hall to the bedroom.

  Ronnie sat on the bed and Lana stood in front of her. Ronnie unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She leaned forward and took first one and then her other nipple in her mouth. She sucked them in as far as she could and flicked them with her tongue. Lana held on to Ronnie’s shoulders as her knees began to feel weak and she wasn’t sure she could stand much longer.

  She dropped onto Ronnie’s knee and Ronnie groaned.

  “You’re so wet,” she said. “I can feel you even through all these clothes.”

  “Let’s get naked.”

  “Okay.”

  They quickly undressed, and Lana lay on the bed with Ronnie next to her, running her hand all over Lana’s body.

  “You’re so beautiful,” she said.

  “So are you. Except you’re more handsome.”

  Ronnie kissed her hard on her mouth while her hand slipped between her legs. She moaned into Lana’s mouth as her fingers found her center. Ronnie thrust her fingers deep inside, and Lana arched off the bed, meeting each thrust. Ronnie had Lana breathing in short gasps. She was close. So very close. She reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit, and soon she was soaring into oblivion.

  When she came back to her body, Lana kissed Ronnie on her mouth before kissing down her chest to her small but firm breasts. She took one into her mouth and played over it with her tongue. Then she kissed lower until she came to where Ronnie’s legs met. She got comfortable between them and licked and sucked all over before thrusting her tongue as deep as she could. She lapped at Ronnie’s satin walls before licking her way to her clit. She sucked it between her lips and flicked it with her tongue. Ronnie pressed her face into her.

  “Oh, shit, baby. Oh, God, yes.”

  Lana kept at it until Ronnie arched off the bed, froze, then collapsed.

  Lana moved up next to her and kissed her tenderly.

  “I love you,” Ronnie said.

  “I love you, too.”

  Lana curved back against Ronnie who wrapped her arms around her, and they took a little nap.

  She woke up later to Ronnie sucking and nibbling her inner thighs. She spread her legs farther, urging Ronnie upward. Ronnie took the hint, and Lana soon felt Ronnie’s talented tongue on her most sensitive spots. She moved around on the bed, meeting each stroke. Ronnie finally moved her tongue to Lana’s clit, and that was all it took for Lana to launch into orbit again.

  When Ronnie was lying next to Lana, she wrapped her in her arms again.

  “So, what would you like to do with the rest of the afternoon?” Ronnie said.

  “You mean we can’t just keep doing this?”

  Ronnie laughed.

  “Well, I suppose we could.”

  Lana stretched.

  “I don’t know. What do you want to do?”

  “I feel like going somewhere. Wanna catch a movie or something?”

  “I don’t know. Why not go to the Black Hole and have some drinks? Maybe shoot some pool?”

  “You shoot pool?”

  “Not very well.” Lana laughed. “But I enjoy playing it.”

  “Great. Let’s get dressed and go.”

  They arrived at the bar and it was fairly empty. Ronnie went to the bar to get some quarters and drinks. Lana leaned against the pool table lest someone else decide they wanted to play. But no one did. Ronnie put quarters in and racked the balls.

  Lana admired Ronnie’s fine form as she did that. She felt that usual tug deep inside her and wished she’d had Ronnie one more time before they left. Oh well. The balls were racked, and Lana took her best shot at them.

  She scratched. They laughed together, and Lana was embarrassed but determined. Ronnie knocked in two balls and it was Lana’s turn again. She knocked a ball in and released a whoop. Ronnie took her in her arms and kissed her. Lana went again and missed.

  Ronnie bent over the table, but before she could shoot, someone yelled, “What are you doing here?”

  Lana looked from Ronnie to see Whitney standing there. She felt fear gather in the pit of her stomach.

  Ronnie straightened up.

  “We’re shooting pool. What are you doing here?”

  “I’m meeting friends. You never come here. Why are you here now? Who’s stalking who now?”

  “We’re not stalking you.” Ronnie laughed mirthlessly. “We just came here to have a couple of drinks and shoot some pool. Now, go meet your friends and leave us alone.”

  “We always play pool,” Whitney said.

  “There’s another pool table. Knock yourself out.”

  Whitney glared at Lana.

  “This isn’t over.”

  “Sure, it is. You’ve done enough damage. So, unless you want me to call the cops right now, I suggest you move along,” Ronnie said. “Now, go on.”

  They watched Whitney walk off. Lana moved into Ronnie’s arms.

  “I’m scared.”

  “Don’t be. She’s not gonna do anything in a public place.”

  “I hope you’re right.”

  “I am. Now, stand off and let me run this table on you.”

  “Oh yeah, right.” Lana smiled. She wanted to believe Ronnie about Whitney, but she just couldn’t relax. She sipped her wine and tried to watch Ronnie, but she kept looking over at Whitney. It wasn’t until Whitney’s friends showed up that she settled down and enjoyed her game.

  “You want another glass of wine?” Ronnie said.

  “You think we should stay?”

  “I think we shouldn’t live our life in fear.”

  “Okay. I’ll have another glass. And I’ll rack the balls for another game.”

  Ronnie gave her quarters, then went up to the bar. Lana racked the balls and leaned against the table. She chanced a glance at Whitney who was shooting daggers her way. Lana turned away. She shuddered inwardly. Whitney had been an inconvenience, even with her slashed tires and keyed car, but that morning when she’d thrown a pot of hot coffee at her, she’d become someone to fear. She was beyond unstable and she was dangerous. Lana didn’t want to find out just how dangerous she was.

  Ronnie was back with their drinks, and Lana sipped her wine while Ronnie broke. They laughed and joked and enjoyed their second game of pool. Lana had almost forgotten Whitney was there. Almost.

  “How are you doing?” Ronnie said.

  “I’m okay.”

  “You still worried about her?”

  “I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”

  Ronnie kissed her.

  “Better?”

  “Much.”

  “Good.”

  They finished their drinks and Lana suggested they leave.

  “Okay. If you’re sure,” Ronnie said.

  “Yeah. I’m sure. I want to go out for Chinese food.”

  “That sounds delicious. Let’s go.”

  Ronnie took Lana’s hand and led her out into the bright sunlight.

  “I forget how dark that place is,” Ronnie said.

  “Yeah, but it’s nice. I like it there.”

  “Good. We’ll have to come here more often.”

  They drove to their favorite Chinese restaurant and went inside. It was early, so they were seated immediately. They ordered and then sat back with their drinks.

  “You’re awfully quiet,” Ronnie said.

  “I’m sorry. I had fun. I really did. I just wish Whitney hadn’t shown up. After what she did this morning, I’m really scared of her. I mean, seriously.”

  “And I’m telling you, you have nothing to be afraid of. I’m sure she got it out of her system this morning. I mean, she threw coffee at you. What more could she do?”

  “I don’t know. And that’s what scares me.”

  Ronnie reached out and took her hand.

  “Baby, there’s nothing she can do to you. She won’t be at my studio anymore, and she’d damned well better not be seen around my house. If she is, we call
the cops. It’s as simple as that.”

  “I know. But still, I feel unsettled when it comes to her.”

  “What can I do to convince you?”

  “Nothing. This is something I’m going to have to work through on my own. But I appreciate you.”

  “I’m always here for you, baby.”

  They ate their dinner and drove home. Ronnie grabbed a beer and poured Lana a glass of wine. They snuggled together on the couch. They watched some TV and then it was time for bed. Ronnie kissed Lana passionately and Lana responded, then pulled away.

  “Would you mind just holding me tonight?” she said.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. I’m sorry, but I really think I just need to be held.”

  “Whatever you need, baby. Whatever you need.”

  They climbed into bed and Lana backed into Ronnie, who held her close. She lay awake for quite a while. She heard Ronnie’s breathing become even and knew she was asleep, but sleep eluded Lana. She couldn’t turn off her brain and her brain was focused on Whitney.

  Chapter Seventeen

  The following morning, Ronnie awoke at her usual time. Her first shoot of the day was with Lana at three, and she was looking forward to spending the morning with her. She was feeling amorous after having simply held Lana the night before, but she opted not to wake her by pleasing her. Instead, she got up and put the coffee on.

  She heard Lana walk up behind her before she felt her arms around her waist and her luscious breasts pressed against her back.

  “Good morning. I didn’t expect you up this early,” she said.

  “I couldn’t sleep without you. You want to come back to bed?”

  Ronnie’s heart soared. Heat coursed through her body. Nothing would make her happier. As she turned to kiss Lana, her phone rang.

  “Shit. Work.”

  She picked up the phone and answered it. The person on the other end sounded frantic.

  “Ronnie? It’s Tiaza from Mademoiselle Houston. The photographer for our shoot today just called in sick. The nerve, I know. But we need these women photographed. I immediately thought of you. You’re the next best thing to Pierre. We’ll pay you well, and you can use your own studio. And, of course, you’ll be credited in the magazine.”

  Ronnie was silent for a moment. What an opportunity. But what about her morning with Lana? And the promises it held?

  “Ronnie? Are you there?” Tiaza said.

  “I’m here. Just thinking.”

  “Well, think fast. We’re running out of time.”

  “Okay. I’ll do it,” she heard herself say. “I’ll be at my studio in an hour.”

  “Thank you so much! And believe me, we’ll make it worth your while.”

  “I’m sure you will. Thanks for thinking of me.”

  She hung up and turned to see the look of disappointment on Lana’s face.

  “Sorry, babe. But this is a huge opportunity.”

  “It’s okay, I guess. I’ll go back to bed. Alone.”

  “Don’t be that way. This is for Houston’s premiere women’s magazine. They need a photographer. And I’m available.”

  “But you weren’t really available. We had plans.”

  “I’m really sorry.”

  “It’s okay. I do understand. But I’m still bummed.”

  “I’ll make it up to you.” She took Lana in her arms. “I promise.”

  “I’ll hold you to it.” Ronnie kissed her, hoping to convey her need in the kiss. “And I’ll bring you lunch around one.”

  “That’ll be great. I’ll see you then.

  Ronnie showered and headed for the studio. She felt guilty for not spending the morning with Lana, but she’d have been a fool to say no to Tiaza.

  She arrived at the studio and stopped at the security desk. She handed them one of Whitney’s head shots.

  “Just in case you lost the other photo I gave you. This person is not allowed on site,” she said. “If you see her, make her leave or call the cops. It’s up to you, but do not let her in.”

  When she was sure they understood, she went back to her studio and made coffee and set up for the morning’s shoot. The models were familiar to her, and she was sure everything would go smoothly. Ronnie spent the time waiting for her drinking coffee and thinking about Lana. She was so happy to have Lana in her life. They balanced each other very well. She’d only been away from her for an hour or so, but she already missed her. She thought about calling her just to hear her voice, but she didn’t want to wake her. She imagined her sleeping there in her bed, looking like an angel. She took a deep breath. Enough of those kinds of thoughts. She needed to focus on work.

  The first model, Cynthia, came out of the dressing room and Ronnie went to work photographing her. Cynthia listened well and followed instructions. The shoot went smoothly, and after a couple of hours, Ronnie called it good.

  She reviewed the pictures with Cynthia before dismissing her to the dressing room. They were both satisfied.

  “You can go change into your street clothes now,” Ronnie said.

  She went to the computer and uploaded the pictures. Cynthia came out and thanked Ronnie for the shoot and left. Ronnie took down the set and set up for the next one. Christine. She hoped she wouldn’t be late, but she was sure she would be. She sat down with a cup of coffee and waited.

  Surprisingly, Christine was there right on time. She went into the dressing room and emerged all ready for the shoot a short time later. They went through the shoot, having to stop several times.

  “Your head just isn’t in this,” Ronnie said. “You need to focus and listen to what I’m saying, okay?”

  “You seem determined to make my life miserable. I only hope I can return the favor one day.”

  “Don’t threaten me.”

  “Oh, it’s not a threat. It’s a promise.”

  Ronnie didn’t worry about idle threats. She had a job to do. Ronnie hoped Christine understood and started the shoot again. Finally, Christine seemed to get it. She relaxed into the pictures and did just what Ronnie said. The shoot lasted a couple of hours, but finally, they had some great pictures and Ronnie was satisfied.

  The final model of the day, Aaliyah, exited the dressing room looking fantastic in her red ball gown. She was a natural in front of the camera. Ronnie took picture after picture of her and was almost sad when the shoot ended.

  “Thanks so much for doing this on such short notice,” Aaliyah said after she’d approved the shots.

  “My pleasure. If you ever need a freelance shoot, you know where to find me.”

  “Do you have a card?”

  Ronnie reached into her back pocket and pulled out her card case. She handed a card to Aaliyah.

  “Call me anytime,” she said.

  “Thank you.” Aaliyah went into the dressing room to change

  Ronnie settled in with a cup of coffee and waited for Lana to show up with lunch. Aaliyah left, as did the hair and makeup artists.

  “Do you want me to stick around?” Devon said.

  “Nope. You’re free to go. Lana should be here any minute now.”

  She checked her watch. It was almost one thirty. Where was Lana?

  She was surprised yet again at how much she missed her when they weren’t together. This being in a relationship was easier than she’d anticipated. She looked at her watch again. Lana was never late. She picked up her phone to call her.

  * * *

  Lana stretched and woke up slowly. She had plenty of time before she had to be at the studio. She was bummed Ronnie had taken that job this morning but had to admit the extra sleep felt good. She took a nice long shower and took her time applying her makeup and drying her hair. She went to her house and loaded up two more suitcases and brought them back to Ronnie’s.

  She put her clothes away and checked the time. She was right on schedule. She was all ready so she grabbed her keys and stepped outside.

  She saw the movement in the corner of her eye and instinct
ively ducked. Something hit her cheek and neck, and it burned like a son of a bitch. She was in agony but managed to see a tall figure running away. She didn’t know what had been poured on her, but she called 9-1-1. She told the operator she thought she had been splashed with acid and to please hurry.

  The fire truck showed up first. They tried to get her calmed down, but she was frantic. She hurt so bad. They poured water on it and told her she needed to be in a burn unit. Their diagnosis was an acid burn, but it would take a doctor to know for sure.

  They poured more water over it as they waited for the ambulance. Lana could hardly stand the pain. She was about to black out when the ambulance arrived. They loaded her up and she gave in to the blackness on the way to the hospital.

  She came to in a cubicle with a kindly older gentleman looking down at her. He wore goggles, a gown, and rubber gloves.

  “Ms. Ferguson? I’m Dr. Bremer. Can you hear me?”

  Lana nodded.

  “It looks like you were hit with sulfuric acid. How did this happen?”

  The pain had subsided to a degree.

  “Someone threw it at me.”

  “Someone did this to you on purpose?”

  She nodded but stopped due to the pain.

  “Yes. I think it was someone who hates me.”

  “We’ll need to call the police.”

  “Please.”

  “Is there anyone else we should call?”

  Lana thought of Ronnie, but she was sure she was deformed. She couldn’t let Ronnie see her this way. But surely, Ronnie would worry if she didn’t hear from her. She was probably angry at her for being late as it was.

  “Ronnie,” she said. “Please call Ronnie. Her number’s in my phone.”

  “Okay. I’ll have the nurse call her for you. We’ve been irrigating the burn, but we really need to get you out of those clothes. I’ll have a nurse come in to help you undress. At least take off that shirt.”

  A nurse came in, similarly outfitted as the doctor. She helped Lana get her shirt off, then threw it away. She gave Lana a gown and helped her put it on.

  “It’s time to irrigate your wound again,” the nurse said.