Hair of the Dog

After Trent’s anal creampie lullaby, Chloe woke with a smile on her face. Waking up the morning after orgasming herself to sleep had to be one of the most satisfying feelings in the world. That kind of mind-blowing pleasure could only bring sweet dreams, though Chloe couldn’t remember a single one. But she simply couldn’t stop grinning, even as her waking mind cleared out the cobwebs of the night, and she knew it wasn’t specifically because of Trent. He was a hot guy, and nice, once you got beneath the bravado, but Chloe really didn’t feel anything more for him than the appreciation of a quick fuck well done. No, the smile on her face was purely because of the pleasure itself.

Besides, Trent hadn’t even the decency to stick around for the morning after. Not that Chloe minded, since the empty bed allowed her to roll onto her back and stretch out, arms and legs spread, tensing all of her muscles at once. A cursory glance over to the other single bed told her that Gavin wasn’t around either. Memories of her talk with Trent, his struggle with his sexuality, filtered back into her mind, and she had to wonder, how much of it did Gavin know? Nothing suggested to her that he was even aware of the black teen’s feelings but her best friend could often be reclusive and hard to read, even for her.

There was one drawback to waking up the next morning. As she stretched her legs, she felt the cum crusted along her thighs and between her asshole crack as it was pulled apart. Once Trent’s softening cock had slipped free of her rear hole, out with it leaked his cum, leaving tracks over her ass and upper thighs as it seeped onto the bedding. It had long since dried in the night, in the heat between their bodies, but a shower was definitely in order this morning. Later though, she thought, closing her eyes contentedly, intending to enjoy the openness of the bed for just a few minutes longer.

Just as she was considering getting up, her phone lit up. Sitting up on the bed, the backboard behind her, the pillow against her lower back, she picked up the device and looked at the screen, seeing a number of missed notifications. First was a text message from Heather, sent en-masse to everyone that been invited to today's party. It had been postponed until tomorrow. Chloe shrugged. She was fine with that. The party sounded like fun, but it could wait if Heather had more pressing issues with her dad’s company.

The message brought Zack to mind. Though they’d fallen out over his mistreatment of her while they were…well, it wasn’t quite dating, but it was something, and Chloe had thought they were exclusive, but Zack seemed to have other ideas. Still, since then, they’d made up, somewhat, mostly over Zack’s existential crisis over his paternity. She couldn’t imagine how the leaked test was affecting him, even if it did confirm Gregory as his dad. Would he be relieved? Still confused?

It was strange for Chloe imagine the cool, confident man with greying hair and goatee as anything but Zack’s dad, how much stranger must it be for Zack. Numerous times she’d seen the surgeon sitting at the kitchen table, reading the paper, as she passed on her way to Zack’s room, and caught herself staring, thinking that’s what Zack would look like when he was older. Yet, she hadn’t heard anything more about the test, or from Zack. He seemed equally as busy as Heather these days, which she supposed went part and parcel with being named CEO. So before moving on to the next notification, with a thought towards her oldest friend, she sent him a text, checking how he was doing after yesterday’s results.

Closing her messages, the next notification wasn’t a text but rather an email. She didn’t recognize the address and it had attachments. This was the kind of email that Gavin always warned her about. The subject header didn’t help much either. ‘Pictures of a Rose in bloom’, it read, causing Chloe to make a ‘what the fuck’ face. Either someone was sending her nature pictures as spam, or with a virus imbedded, or they were photos of vaginas. Either way, Chloe wasn’t interested. The only pictures she cared about were the images from yesterday’s photoshoot. And with that thought, she curiously eyed the email again.

That photographer, D’ Angelo Santori was just flamboyant and effusive enough to write such an overly artistic subject line that obscured the true meaning of its contents. Looking again, at the sender’s address didn’t help. It had been sent from a business address, and not from D’Angelo personally, even if he’d clearly had a hand in writing the email. Her smile was replaced with a pout as she nervously considered her options, and the risks. So long as she only opened the body of the email, and not the attachments themselves, she’d probably be fine, and she couldn’t simply delete it on the off chance that it was important.

Teeth clenched and eyes squinting, she tapped her phone screen, opening the email.

To the most beautiful, blossoming McRose,

I, D’ Angelo Santori, attach the finished photos from your session as you requested in a humble hope that once again someday soon you will stand before my lens. My camera weeps to think that it will never again have the chance to capture such fairness in the flesh. Vultures though they are, the brand representative also expressed an interest in having you back, for your face could launch a thousand ships, and your body a billion shipments of jeans.

Your devoted fan, and humble catcher of moments,

D’ Angelo Santori

Beneath that, another smaller line, noted ‘Dictated, not read’.

Giddy with excitement, Chloe sat up a bit straighter, crossing her legs as she leaned over her phone, quickly tapping her way through the process of downloading the photos. The folder wasn’t heavy, but it did take a couple of minutes to download. While she waited, watching the progress percentage tick up, she remembered her promise to show Trent the pictures, but she definitely wanted the first peek for herself. Finally, her phone chimed to indicate the download was complete, and Chloe quickly pulled them up, biting her lip in anticipation.

The photos were a lot more professional than she’d expected. While the shoot had been fun, and Pietra was very easy going, it just felt like goofing off with a friend, and she didn’t imagine the dancing and piggyback rides would product such clear, stylized pictured. These were the kinds of photos she could imagine being in catalogs, happy smiling girls in beach wear prancing around in some photos, hugging and staring coolly at the camera in others. And Chloe really began to consider it as a possible career. But even if she’d come a long way, there was still a niggling self-doubt hiding in the back of her brain, telling her photos had probably been shopped, that her body had been touched up to look better than it actually was. What she needed was a second opinion.

Before she got up though, she looked through the rest of the photos. To her immediate shock, the last few pictures were of her, completely topless, D’Angelo’s quick fingers capturing the very moment that her bikini top slipped away from her large, glorious tits. She surprised even herself by how unaffected she appeared, her jaw gaping slightly, but a glazed look of raw empowerment in her eyes as she surveyed the room. She could still remember the desire and envy painted on everyone’s faces, and still remembered it making her wet.

Staring at the picture of herself, tits completely exposed, Chloe let a hand slide down between her legs to her bare puss. Her fingers danced over her hard clit, as she looked at herself, but it was the feelings and memories that were getting her off. Just the thought of everyone in that room lusting after her had her cunt dripping, soaking the sheets again after they’d just dried. She wondered how many of the men went home that day and fucked their girlfriends while thinking of her tits. How many women stood in front of the mirror that night and compared their own to Chloe’s hefty boobs? A tingle of pleasure passed along her spine, but she needed more. Bypassing her clit, she slid two fingers into her sloppy, squishy hole and let out a moan like a howl.

An intense tremor vibrated through her body, but it still wasn’t enough. Her first thought went to the blue dildo in her suitcase in her room, but the silicone cock on the strap-on was even bigger and had more girth. Though if she was going to go looking for cock, why settle for anything less than the real thing, she thought to herself. Trent would probably fuck her again with or without the photos as incentive, and even if he didn’t there were plenty of other men in the cabin, including her bestie and fuck buddy, Gavin. Still giddy and now incredibly horny, Chloe hopped up from the bed and hurriedly began to dress.

Forgoing even the slight coverage of panties, she noticed Trent had left his t-shirt behind. With his long body and broad shoulders, the t-shirt made for a football player’s body dwarfed her own, even though she didn’t consider herself the thinnest of girls. It fit her more like a dress than a t-shirt, ending just below her wide, full ass. With a brief check in the mirror, she bit her lip, imagining it might turn Trent on even more to see her wearing nothing but his shirt, but it turned her on even more to think that a slight breeze would have her exposed to the whole cabin.

Creeping out of the room, she took slow, sure steps, acutely aware that even moving too fast would cause the clothing to bounce up and reveal her ass to anyone who might be watching. Not that anyone was around to see. The redhead peered into the master bedroom and saw the ensuite door was open. Heading down the hall, she entered the living room but there was no one there either. There were, however, sounds coming from the kitchen.

“Hey Chloe,” Victoria said, seeing the unmissable red hair look around the edge of the doorway. She held up the half full coffee pot. “Want some?”

“Not right now, thanks,” Chloe replied absently, checking all around with her eyes. “Say, have any of you seen Trent around?”

Kendra shook her head, from the seat next to Kurt at the breakfast bar. “Can’t say that I have.”

“Uuuuuuh…” Kurt groaned, tiredness making it difficult to even think back to half an hour ago. He had seen the black teen, just outside the master bedroom, and he’d been topless, and now, Chloe was here, dressed in a top that was much too big for her. There seemed to be something significant to that.

Chloe eyed the man who’d taken her virginity. He was slumped over the bar, one hand holding up his head, almost seeming like it was the only thing keeping it from falling off completely. His eyes were bloodshot and there were some serious bags under his eyes. It was obvious that he’d barely slept at all last night, but neither Kendra nor Victoria looked too worse for wear, so how he came to be so worn out remained a mystery to her.

“He already left,” Victoria informed her when Kendra and Kurt proved to be useless. “Went for a run with Gavin, I believe.”

Gavin running? Chloe arched an eyebrow at the very idea. That didn’t sound anything like her best friend, and Victoria did have a recent history of lying when it suited her. But she couldn’t dismiss the possibility of it being true, nor accuse Victoria until she was sure. Perhaps it had been Trent’s idea, a way for him to get Gavin alone so they could talk. If that was the case, then good for him, Chloe thought.

“Well, I’m going to go get dressed, and probably grab a shower,” Chloe announced her departure, having not forgotten about the cum encrusted to her thighs and ass cheeks.

“A shower, yeah, that sounds good way to wake up,” Kurt said, sliding off the stool onto his feet.

After he followed her into the living room, Chloe watched Kurt lumber down the hall towards the en suite. With Trent and Gavin gone, Chloe was running out of options in terms of real, in the flesh cocks that she could use to satisfying the gnawing, lustful itch that had formed at her core. Perhaps she could follow Kurt to the showers and join him, though it would potentially risk drawing the ire of Victoria and Kendra if they found out. The other option was a lot less glamorous, and much more lonely, but fucking herself to climax with a dildo was a tried and tested method.