Add a second person to the shoot

Glancing past Nancy and towards the still open door to the suite, Mendes’ smirk widened ever so slightly when he saw the bulky physique of a muscular black man stroll towards the terrace door to join them outside. As always, Jerome’s timing was just impeccable.

“All this is gold so far,” he assured Nancy, who gave him a questioning frown, blinking against the sun. “You’re really a natural at this, we could have something here!” he took a break to let his words settle a little before he made his suggestion. “Now, if you are up for it, and if you want this to get to the next level I would like to make a suggestion!”

“Yeah?” Nancy asked, cocking her head and pretending not to know what he was doing.

“Yeah!” Mendes grinned. “Now, you have a gorgeous energy like I don’t think I have ever seen before, but I would like to see some chemistry. I think We should do a little couple’s shoot here, have a guy join you so you can play off of him and take all this to the next level!”

“Next level, huh?!” Nancy repeated. She really had hoped that she would be able to take her shot before it came to this stage. Things were about to become a whole lot more complicated…

“Exactly!” Mendes continued his sales’ pitch. “I have a guy, who would be perfect for that, really photogenic! You will love him, I promise…”

“You guys talking about me?”

Nancy’s head shot around, taken by surprise by the sudden second voice coming from behind her. Her eyes widened when she saw Jerome Briand, Mendes’ partner in crime, stand at the far side of the pool. Shit! This was not going according to plan!

Briand was a large black man with huge shoulders. He had been a college football prodigy once, before a knee injury put an end to that dream. Spiraling downwards into a life of **** and parties, he had found himself in repeated trouble with the law before he had teamed up with Mendes, who had turned him into the notorious male star of his operation.

His frame still remained from his athletic career and if anything, he had packed more muscle, almost bursting from the light blue shirt he wore. His photogenic smile was enough to make women swoon and with a short beard and tidy, braided hair, he was a pleasure to look at, but Nancy knew that all of his beauty was on the outside. Alarm bells shrilled in her head.

“Looks like you guys are having fun!” Briand smirked, lifting an expensive-looking bottle of tequila, “I brought something to spice up the party too!”

“We were just talking about you, Jerome!” Mendes said, before stepping back, lifting his camera, “Get your ass into the pool! Let’s continue with this!”

“W… wait…” Nancy managed to say. She wanted to protest, say something that she had not agreed to this, but she was honestly speechless for a moment when Briand put the bottle aside and all but exploded from his shirt, leaving him only clad in a white pair of swimming trunks. The man was ripped! He almost had muscles on his muscles.

Nancy felt a sense of dread as Jerome leapt into the water, knowing that if worst came to worst, the two men would likely overpower her now. She had miscalculated, had thought she could get her job done before this happened but here she was. She’d have to smile and play along further, hope to catch her break.

“Hello, there!” Jerome smiled as he broke the surface right in front of her, his voice warm and smooth, “My name’s Jerome!”

“Nancy!” she replied curtly, forcing herself to focus as she the clicking of the camera behind her. The sun and the champagne might have impacted her a little, but she was still a pro. She’d deal with these guys. For Izzy!

“My pleasure, Nancy!” came his reply, “So, you’ve been killing it for my man Dean’s camera, huh?”

“His words, not mine!” Nancy said with a game smile. While he was a bastard, he was a handsome bastard, so if her job required flirting with this sonofabitch, then she would just have to bite the bullet…

“Well, I can see why he would say that!” Jerome grinned. “You are fucking gorgeous, Nancy!”

Despite herself, Nancy almost blushed at the compliment. The man had an undeniable, cocky charm. She gasped when he suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, pressing her against his fit, muscle-packed body. “Let’s give him a bit of a show then…” she heard his voice in her ear, causing the little hairs at the back of her neck to stand up.

Grinning, Mendes watched as his partner-in-crime handled the bikini-clad beauty with his trademark ease. Just as usual, it worked like a charm with him. A few words in that deep voice, touching and seeing his Adonis-like body, and the women just melted away. Even if, like this one, they were **** at first, being worshiped by a man like Jerome just messed with their head. It was almost unfair…

Snapping away, he watched as Jerome and Nancy splashed around the pool, laughing and wrestling playfully and the pictures Mendes got would have sold well in their own right. He was good, so much was undeniable, it was just that he was aiming for something spicier. Watching the black man lift the gorgeous Latina out of the pool, Mendes unabashedly stared at her golden booty, droplets of water pearling off her smooth skin. Jerome held her up in a Dirty Dancing-inspired pose long enough for Mendes to take his picture before he tossed Nancy into the water and their play-fight commenced.

“Alright, you two!” he finally stepped in when he figured it was time, “Time to get out of there! Grab yourself a drink!”

Chuckling, Jerome helped the soaked beauty out of the pool, acting the part of the gentleman while sneaking a glance at her firm tits before they made it over to the chair and he sat, pulling her against her smiling protests into his lap to make her straddle him.

“Let’s party, gorgeous!” he growled, grabbing the tequila from beside the chair and cracking it open, taking two long sips before offering it to her.

“I don’t know!” Nancy smiled shyly, her coy demeanor masking honest nervousness at the prospect of more ****. Jerome was having none of it though, instead surprising her by tilting the bottle against her lips and her eyes widened as she instinctively gulped down the cool booze, overwhelmed by his forwardness and with no way to escape due to his arm that wrapped around her back.

Nancy moaned in protest when he didn’t stop and tequila spilled from her mouth, running down her chin and further between her breasts. The black man laughed, finally stopping as he instead lunged in and buried his face between her tits, sucking up the ****.

“Ohmygod!” Nancy gasped, her head spinning as she was essentially motorboated. She was overpowered and soon Jerome dropped all pretense, the booze long gone as he continued to kiss, lick and suck at her breasts, awakening primal instincts inside her.

“Please…” she moaned, unsuccessfully trying to dislodge Jerome’s head before glancing over to Mendes, who was still taking pictures. “Could you…?”

“Sorry!” Jerome finally broke away with a grin. “I got a little carried away there, sweetheart!”

“It’s… it’s fine!” Nancy mumbled, now well and truly flustered. God, this man was something! She felt something coursing through her body and it wasn’t all tequila. Glancing over, she realized that even the amount of Tequila alone would have probably been enough to make her head spin.

“Damn, look at that sunset!” he suddenly set, looking past her while keeping her pressed against his chiseled body with his arms, “Fucking beautiful, isn’t it?”

Nancy followed his gaze, her mind still awhirl. He was right. It was spectacular. The sun was about to touch the horizon now, filling Los Angeles with a gorgeous orange light while looking incredibly huge. From their high vantage point of the rooftop terrace they could see the entire city bathed in warm evening sun. “Yeah!” she heard herself say, her head feeling a bit numb, “It’s beautiful…”

“You know what, gorgeous?” Jerome whispered as she couldn’t help but watch the sunset. “I have an idea!”