Briand followed her inside

“You really have an ass to die for, sweetcheeks!”

Nancy’s eyes widened as Briand’s voice came from behind her. She froze, robe in hand, her back towards the man who had just come back into the suite. Carefully hiding her movement, she her hand out of the robe’s pocket, making sure he hadn’t seen her before she turned.

“Thanks!” the Detective replied, hiding her fluttering nerves behind a game smile. She gave him a testing look and felt herself calm when she realized he was not suspicious. He hadn’t seen her do anything. Instead, his eyes were still filled with lust as he cockily leaned against the doorframe of the balcony door, arms folded, a smirk on his lips. That big, black cock of his hung heavy between his legs. “You are not so bad yourself…”

Briand laughed. “Yeah, I’m a model. I get paid to look good. You on the other hand…” he took a step towards her, a lustful look on his face. “You’re a natural. Seriously, those pictures we just took were… fantastic. Those will be worth thousands. You are going to be a star!”

Despite knowing what a piece of shit the black man was, Nancy felt herself blush. “You think? Don’t you think they were a little… much?”

Briand approached her like a panther stalking its prey. She could see his perfect, white teeth sparkle as he smiled. “They were perfect!” he assured her as he stepped closer. Nancy opened her mouth, but didn’t say anything, mesmerized by the man’s sensual, dark allure as he reached out and stroked her cheek. “We just need some more…”

“Yeah?!” Nancy felt like she was hypnotized, looking up to the taller man as he moved his hand from her face to cup the back of her head. She was well and truly aware who he was. He was a piece of shit that blackmailed and humiliated women for his own, financial gain. He had also fucked her better than anyone had in years, maybe ever. While there was still a part of her that wanted to punch him, another part of her yearned for more, wanted to feel his dick again. What was the harm in it? She had deleted Izzy’s photos, her job was done? Why shouldn’t she be allowed to have some more fun? It wasn’t like anyone was going to find out…

Her mind was still racing as Briand leaned in, a smug smile on his lips as he tilted her head back ever so slightly. His lips pressed against hers, gently at first, but as soon as he sensed her relaxing and giving in, he took over and the kiss turned more feral and wild. Nancy moaned as his tongue pushed into her mouth and chased hers, dominating her. Her eyes closed as he toyed with her, one hand on the back of her neck, the other one moving down her back to her scrumptious ass, fingers digging into her flesh.

She gasped as he bit her lip, tugged it, then pulled her in close so her naked body was pressed against his and she could feel his re-hardening cock against her lower stomach. “I knew you were a little slut!” he hissed at her, “I knew the moment I saw you…”

Before Nancy ever had the chance to reply, his lips were back on hers and she groaned into his mouth, feeling the pleasant sensations of the kiss wash her away. Like they had a mind of their own, her arms hugged around him and she gave in completely.

“Oh, you guys are ready for round 2?” Mendes’ voice cut into the steamy atmosphere of the room and brought them both back. Briand broke the kiss with an arrogant grin. Turning towards his partner, he kept his hand firmly on Nancy’s bare ass, squeezing it hard enough to make her gasp.

“Yeah, this one couldn’t wait…” he bragged, causing Nancy to blush, “I think we’ll move this to the bed now!”

“Great call!” the photographer nodded. Spotting his camera, he walked towards it to pick it up and alarm bells shrilled inside Nancy’s head. The camera was lacking the SD-card! As soon as Mendes switched it on, he would notice something was off! That she had messed with his pictures.

Wide-eyed, she watched him pick the camera up. “Wait!” she heard herself cry out, making both men jump.

Mendes looked at her, confused, holding the camera in his hands. “What?”