Chapter 10: All In A Day's Work

The Foremes Modeling Agency Building, Grand Street, Southport, New Jersey.....

  Flashing lights lit out the white backdrop as Ron Hemming stood shirtless and wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs as he and his apparent coworker Taila Summers stood posing together for their latest photo shoot. Talia was quite the beauty with her long dark locks and semi-darkened skin that truly showed off her European heritage. She might have had a bit of Greek in her but she never truly knew much about her genetic mixing as she'd been adopted at the age of five and brought to The United States Of America as a teen due to her father traveling for business. She was in her early twenties at the moment and elected to stay and try her hand at modeling once she'd been discovered by a model seeking Richard Leavey. Ron and Talia had a friendly enough relationship. People loved seeing them together in photos and they had worked together so often that many fans speculated that they were an item of sorts behind the scenes.

The chemistry on camera had not been all that staged as Talia, like Heather before her ended up caught in the snare of Ron Hemming's celebrity and charm and found herself giving him what the fans seemed to have wanted him to have ever since they met. Ron was quite casual with Talia but their relationship if one could call it that was limited to professional standing and occasionally friends with benefits when Tailia had not been involved with anyone. She was quite an intriguing young woman and it was easy to see why Ron was attracted to her, but there was never anything long-term between them.

She was single of course her schedule made it difficult to keep a steady relationship that didn't turn into a chore with her lover being jealous of her working with Ron who had not done much to discourage the fact that there was cause for the jealousy not that the men would ever listen to him. The fans liked what they saw and on occasion so did Ron as he and Talia frequently became friends with benefits when working long hours and especially when their work took them out of state and overseas.

Talia was a vision of beauty even on her worst day and Ron was eager to remind her of the moments they already shared when intimate and well away from the prying eyes of the public and the constant clicking of the cameras.

Corey Herman, the favored company photographer was all about Ron and Talia when it came to his photos. He often referred to them as his favorite unofficial couple with Ron's bad-boy air and Talia's quiet dignity coming out in every click. Corey continued to click his camera catching them at various angles and poses as he attempted to perfect his already notorious catalogue. Corey was an American-born citizen but had been of Japanese descent. He changed his name from Corenz Yamamoto to something simple that could be viewed via portfolio and accepted by Westerners.

His career got the biggest jump so to speak when the highly sought-after model Ron Hemming took a liking to Corey and specifically asked to work with him on photoshoots which gave the lad his much-needed break of sorts. Ron had been Corey's favorite ever since. At Nineteen years of age, he was one of the youngest members of the agency and quite handsome in his own right, so much so that he was often invited to do some work in front of the camera which he declined more often than not due to his best work being behind it.

Corey snapped a few more shots this time with Ron lifting Talia's leg and wrapping it around his waist as they made sure to include the promotion of the red satin lingerie she'd been wearing for the investors. Ron smirked when Talia's eyes widened as she knew all too well that he'd been aroused as a result of having her leg around him and she did her best not to draw attention to the fact that she could feel it pressed against her pelvis as they posed for Corey's camera.

Corey snapped a few more shots and finally called it a day.

"I said it before and I'll say it again, you two are company gold, my friends," he said pleasantly.

Ron stared down at Talia who had been a bit hot and bothered herself as she finally met his gaze and he allowed her to get back on her feet and walk away from him. After a few moments, he stepped off the stage and followed her as she headed back toward her dressing room. She was moving fast, but not fast enough as he'd been able to match her speed despite the slow starting point.

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Talia's Dressing Room, The Foremes Modeling Agency Building, Grand Street, Southport, New Jersey.....

Just as Talia rounded the corner to get into her door, Ron had been there scooping her into his arms and pulling her into her dressing room while he kicked the door behind him. This was a very familiar dance between them as they were always worked up after having a shooting session with each other. Talia moaned into his mouth as he lifted her with relative ease off the floor and carried her toward the nearby wall. He pressed her back against the flat surface and feverishly kissed her neck. She bit back another moan trying her hardest to fight the feelings rushing through her but failing like so many times before when they were alone in her dressing room.

She closed her eyes inhaling the intoxicating masculine scent of Ron Hemming as he set to work sliding the red silk panties from the shoot down her shaven complected legs and tossed them to the other side of the room as she clung to him via wrapping her now freed legs around his waist as he skillfully dropped his boxer briefs down to his ankles and kicked them off to the side while balancing her soft warm body against his. She gasped when she felt the tip of his sizeable appendage gently probe the depths of her exposed warmth as he slowly impaled her onto him thrusting upwards and holding her in place with strength that continued to surprise her.

Talia could do little aside from gasp as she bit back her moans feeling the hard flesh delve deeper and deeper into her slick warmth as Ron began to pick up the pace. She could hardly put together a cognitive sentence let alone will her words into her mind as her former and current lover jolted her seemingly boneless body against the smooth white wall that lined her dressing room while pumping his pelvis into hers at a speed she couldn't even attempt to make sense of.

He kissed her lips in his usual rough fashion before trailing down to her neck while his hips continued to pump and she rode the waves of his excitement and hers all at the same time. While her head bobbed and lulled in the wake of his jerky movements Talia had not been privy to the ominous gleam behind his shifting hazel eyes as they became more of a deep honeyed yellow and his hips seemed to move of their own accord.

Inside she felt him, hard and deep drilling her love tunnel as if he'd been given clearance for a walling project. Ron was always the largest man she'd ever been with in terms of length and girth when it came to sexual partners and as a result, she found herself missing him more often than not as he seemed to be the only man who could reach inside her where no other could venture.

Talia clung to Ron's neck and waist whimpering at the sensation and the repeated rounds of ecstasy she felt when her release came and went and came again while he drilled her causing her to gasp once more as she could only hang on to him while he pumped his hips harder and faster throughout their act.

It angered her to no end that she lacked a good measure of self-control when it came to this man, this handsome terrible stranger who had whisked her away one night and taken her to a peaceful resort where he proceeded to lay claim to her virtue by way of her freely giving it to him. Like so many other women in his path, she had fallen for him. The notorious cad and terrible man that he was, she had fallen for him just the same and now here they were again and here she was giving him what he always wanted in a bid to get what she secretly longed for despite her insistence that she wanted little to do with him outside of their mutual work projects together.

He sent her over the edge once more causing her to clench along his cock and bit down on his shoulder in a bid to keep from screaming out in pleasure for the whole company to hear. She hated him, his smug expression as he continued to pump his vile hips into her body. The only thing she liked about this brutish arse, that held her body close as he continued to pump her full of him, had been inside her and he knew it all too well.

Talia could feel Ron's hands gripping her backside and pulling her down harder as his thrusting got more desperate and rapid. Once more she found herself going over the edge as she clawed at the exposed flesh of his back and bit down on his shoulder again to stifle her moans and collective screams.

Finding herself exhausted and well sated she leaned down and whispered in Ron's ear where only he could hear her.

"Ronnie....please," she said breathlessly as his pumping increased once more before she felt the inevitable pulsing that came before the bursts of his release that filled her over and over again making her just as messy as she'd been the first time he'd done it.

Talia had always found that his release was quite comparable to the other men she dated. While she was on birth control whenever she did engage with the other men that came into her life, she never needed it when it came to Ron as he seemed to always know when it was that she'd be ovulating and never touched her then. What was even more odd to her was that when Ron had filled her the decidedly warm thick yellow slickness that came from him was vastly different from the other men when they reached their end following their respective acts.

Ron groaned in her ear as more of his release filled her to the point of leaking out between them soaking their respective groins and dripping onto the floor. The smug brute smirked as he kissed her one last time leaving her winded, sweaty, and sore as a result of their fumbling. He let her down and ventured toward the opposite end of the room retrieving his boxer briefs and sliding them on ignoring the wetness from both of them as he did and headed out the door without a word to her.

She much preferred it that way as she couldn't even look at him, nor herself in the mirror at that point.

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The Main Hall, The Foremes Modeling Agency Building, Grand Street, Southport, New Jersey.....

Ron had not been able to suppress the smug expression on his face as he made his way toward his dressing room only to be stopped mid-stride by Heather who had brought to his attention that some random handsome and rather dapper-looking gentleman claiming to be a family friend of his dropped off a letter for him at the front desk. The news seemed to alarm Ron as he questioned what the man looked like and where he had gone. Heather could only provide minor details as Ron took the letter thanking her for letting him know about the letter and immediately proceeded to his dressing room where he opened the letter addressed to him and instantly recognized the stationary and the elegant handwriting.

To My Wayward Son Ronan Seamus Hemming,

I am in town for a few days doing an investigation for The Moonlight Counsel, there has been a rumor of your involvement in a recent surge in mortal deaths and I am not of the mind to stay my hand should this rumor turn out to be fact. I am however willing to entertain dialogue about the aforementioned occurrences and shall like to know just what you've uncovered during your lengthy stay here amongst the mortals of this stinking cesspool of a city and if you've seen your way to investigating at all with the constant distraction of cheap stale liquors and harlots aplenty to keep your childish mind and wayward cock occupied.

MEET ME AT the atrocious nightclub called Bridgeport Lounge in one hour, Do Not Keep me waiting!

your ever-concerned Father,

Marcellus Anton Altomare ESQ.

Ron rolled his eyes as he balled up the parchment and turned his attention to getting dressed. The day had been going so well until this point. He filed into his attire stuffed the remainder of the balled-up parchment from his none-too-thrilled father into his pocket and grabbed his keys. He was done for the evening anyway and saw no point in any further delays lest his father had something to say about that as well.