Gilded bathtub: Collection

Although she hasn’t slowed down ‘officially’ with Erik since he refuses to make further process with Heidi, she decided to demonstrate what she meant by taking on a collection commission that was, yes, nude and sexual in nature, it was a step back from having a penis in and around her mouth.

Erik seemed a little bristly when she revealed that fact, but he took it on the chin, he knows that this is a new condition that she’s imposing, and that she needs to prove she’s serious about it.

“First, it’s work with Blake. I’m not afraid to pull back. If you keep delaying it, I’ll pull back with the real-life fun too.” She scolded him when she told him about this collection.

...

“Girl, I’m surprised you took this one,” Nora said to her, snapping her out of her daydreaming.

“What do you mean?” Vi asked, tilting her head. Still wearing her casual clothes, Blake needed more time to set up the scenario and told her to wait in the luxury model changing room.

The dark-skinned girl sits across from her, casually putting her feet up on the coffee table, the dark green bathrobe-style outfit still hanging around her shoulders, though she has put on a pair of shorts and a bra underneath.

Nora leans back on the couch and yawns. “Like, you didn’t see the type. To like, uhm, you know, go back from boy - slash - girl shoots?”

Vi feels like she should be offended somewhat. She tries to give Nora the benefit of the doubt, she’s been nothing but kind since she joined up with them. “What do you mean? What vibe am I giving off?”

Nora tilts her head, Vi is sure that this girl has some sort of neurodivergency. As said before, she’s incredibly nice and welcoming, but she also has moments where she’s blunt and almost unfeeling. Vi is sure that she spends most of her time masking. “Hmm. Like, I thought you were a lot more, like, uhm, Zelda! Rather than like, me. Like, I thought you were more into the explicit stuff, like Zelda, like… I guess, hmm, y’know?”

Zelda, as Vi has observed, is also, incredibly nice, but she’s an airhead. She’s got cock and sex on the brain. She loves the modelling, of course, but her shoots weigh 10–1 in the explicit sex — normal shoots.

“I hear it all the god damn time! What is so wrong with enjoying getting fucked!? And I get paid for it! I don’t care what some loser never-been-fucked-before incel has to say about me on the internet. They would fuck me the second I gave them a chance!”

If you can believe it, that’s one of the first things Zelda said to Vi when they met.

Vi chuckles, looking up at Nora who is adjusting the robe, tying it around her waist as a shiver passes through her. “You thought I was sluttier?”

Nora shrugs. “I guess, like, not that it’s a bad thing. I enjoy that part of our job too. I just thought you would like, take those shoots more often than not.”

Vi chuckles, glancing down at her phone. Vi does enjoy it. Maybe not as much as Zelda, but she does. There’s a reason why her relationship with Erik is the way it is, after all. And that part of her, the part that’s been growing and growing ever since that day on the ferris wheel with Erik, that really wanted to do a sexual shoot today, to see that same hungry look on Blake’s face, to feel the weight and warmth on her face, in her hands, on and between her chest.

But she knows that she shouldn’t. She’s not an addict. She wants Erik to participate too. She can see how hot and attractive he is, she knows, consciously it won’t happen, she wouldn’t let it happen, but, there’s a fear inside her, that if she lets loose, without Erik getting SOMETHING at least sometimes…

He’ll start to resent her.

Vi sighs and chuckles. “Fair shout. I did really fast-track it all didn’t I?”

Nora nods. “Like, only Zelda and Hana were faster.” She thinks for a moment. “Maybe Winona? Dunno, she’s been here for like, yonks.”

Vi sighs. “It’s just…”

‘Should I tell her?… Yeah… Why not… I’m sure I’m not the first.’

“My boyfriend and I we—“

“Oh girl, a boyfriend? That’s a mistake.” She laughs. “New one? Is he not comfy with your modelling? They always pretend to be fine, I’ve like, had girls and boys pretend that they’re like, ‘ok with it’, but they always change their minds once they see me taking some dick for work.” She laughs again.

Vi shakes her head and leans forward. “Well… No…”

Vi explains the nature of their relationship. Almost every detail.

“The issue right now is that I want my guy to actually, like do his part of it, rather than just me.” Vi cringes, she’s picking up Nora’s speech patterns after such an extended chat.

Nora leans back on the couch, putting her hands behind her head. “Huh. You’re like Winona more than Zelda.”

“Hmm?”

“Zelda, obvs, single as a pringle, she doesn’t want to be tied down ever, not even a polycule, she just wants to fuck and suck until she dies. Winona has a full-on husband.”

Vi’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Mhmm, together since high school vibes. He lives in Europe though, some fucking job, dunno, but, yeah. They’re, like, like, you two.” Nora laughs. “I think though, that they’re more like, okay, with like, emotional connection and kissing and stuff, Winona lives with some lady that she’s like ‘with’.”

'God damn, is everyone bisexual in this world?'

Nora can’t help but laugh. “Wild to me that you like, WANT, him to like, fuck around too.” She pats her breast. “See, I’m like, selfish, I would want to sleep around and then like, keep him at home tucked into bed, my property only.” She almost guffaws.

“Is he hot? I mean, like, he’s gotta be.” She winks, looking Vi up and down. “Anyone dating you and secure enough to do that with you, has like, gotta be?”

Vi chuckles and unlocks her phone to show Nora a picture, but is quickly interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Vi! Time o get undressed, we’re ready for you.”

Nora leans back and grins. “Show me next time, girl. You know how crabby he gets.” She leans back and fishes her phone out of the robe pocket.

There’s only room for one in this tub, but you can watch baby ;)

Standing up for a better view? I don’t blame you.

What am I doing with this showerhead? Cleaning myself… For now.

Vi's eyes sparkle with list as she lifts her chest out past the bubbles, shivering as she wipes the bubbles down. Fishing the showerhead out of the water and giving her photographer a hungry state. Obviously, she's completely naked beneath the water — her idea of course, even if the image doesn't directly capture that, Blake's subscribers will know. And more importantly, it's something she can whisper into Erik's ear when she sees him next.

And Blake knows, Blake saw her bare ass when she stepped into the tub, Vi feels that familiar thrill in her bones, his intense eyes drinking every single possible inch of her body as he lifts the camera up to his face again.

Fuck… Maybe you can squeeze in if you try…