Miss Part time model

This day has been a horrific drag. Half the time I spent staring at my phone. Waiting for her message. Waiting for her to tell me she's on her way back. A teaser selfie or anything! But nothing. Save for an “I made it” message and “Quick break to drink water! Miss you!”. I look out the window of my dorm room at the sun, beginning its slow descent to the other hemisphere. I groan and lean back on the couch. Surely, she would tell me if she’s running late… Hell, she usually tells me when she’s left a place. Anxiety sends a chill through my blood. What if she’s ‘getting to know’ a co-star. What if she wanted to thank Blake for signing her… My throat burns with the swallow. She wouldn’t…

She would.

She’d tell me…

She wouldn’t.

I groan softly, my fists clenched. Vi letting Blake pull her into his office, getting down on her knees, pulling her tits out for him… Or would she stay in whatever slutty outfit he’s put her in and thank him for the job… My girl in lingerie, on her knees for the grey-haired photographer…

“Helloooo?”
I look up, I hadn’t even realised I was staring at the floor, Vi stands in front of me, a hand on her hip.
“Wha-? When did you get here?”
Her nose crinkles, and she looks at me funny, “You really didn’t hear me walk in?”
I shake my head.
She giggles, “Wow, you were really in your own head there, huh?”
I blush and shrug, “I guess so.”
She grins. “Do you want to see some of the photos?”

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“Wow… Professor Vi, I’ve fallen behind on my grades. What can I do to get them up?”

She giggles as she looks over my shoulder at her own phone, which she gave to me to slide through the images.

“These are the final versions?”

She shakes her head. “Nah, he’ll go through them all and choose his favourites and then edit them and do whatever it is photographers do.”
I silently swallow. “Oh. How many did he take? What does he do with the unused ones?”
She sucks on the top of her finger and gives me a teasing, sultry glare, “What would you do with extra pictures of a hot, half-naked girl?”
I grimace and glance back down at the phone… He’s a professional. Right?

“Fuck, babe. Brandon has really toned out those back muscles, hasn’t he?”

“Yeah, he sure has. Is that really what you saw first?" She asks with a teasing grin.
“Is there more of these ones? I can’t believe there’s only one photo with this dress?”
She blushes, and her voice goes meek. “Well… He asked me to do a bending-over kinda pose… and the dress ripped…”
Her eyes say Don’t laugh. So, I pat her shoulder and kiss her on the same spot and go back to the phone.

My mouth drops open.

She giggles next to me, and her hand glides over my shoulder and rubs my chest teasingly, the round of her tits pushing into the side of my arm.
“That’s called a virgin killer sweater.”

My god….
“Are the clothes getting.. Sexier?”
“Yep. I volunteered for better clothes. He gives me quite a few different fits for me to choose from.”
“And you wanted to impress?”
“Pretty much.”
“I’d say you’re being pretty fucking impressive. Did Blake… Like you more than like 'professionally'."
She grins widely at me. “Ooooh. Baby boy, proud of you for being so forward about it.”
I feel a shameful swell of pride.

“He stayed professional… But I saw where his eyes went. I saw him adjusting his pants. He definitely would get closer than needed to show me the camera.”
My mind flashes again to the fantasies from earlier today. How long until it happens…. On camera? More than photos? Vi the por- I **** my breathing to slow as Vi takes the phone back and says something that barely registers in my head.
She scrolls past some selfies that she took,

None of them sent to me

“This last one was just a fantasy-themed wench fit.”

“Wench?” I try not to laugh.

“Don’t laugh too hard, Blake really liked me in this one.” She winks and hands the phone to me.

No underwear…
Her lips brush against my ear. “Smallest movement, it would slip… A little taste for Blake…”
Her hand goes to my bulge, rubbing against it gently, “He put me in some chains and pinned my arms up…. For the photo, of course…” I feel her lips stretch into a smile, her fingers deftly undoing the zip and guiding my hard cock out in her palm.
“I bent over a few times, messed with clothes a little, giving him sexy little teases.”
Her hand strokes, her tongue drags on my ear.
“Jesus, Vi. Did you have - ?”
She bites my earlobe, “Nope. Nothing. Nice and free…”
I just groan. My mind goes blank with every stroke of my cock, my own pre cum coating her fingers, her fingers spreading it along my shaft.

Next time…. She’ll fuck him…

“Maybe next time, Erik...”
“I’ll take more clothes off. Finally, show him what he wants to see. Maybe I’ll take a photo with him.”
Her hand speeds up. Her breath warm in my ear, “Maybe I’ll thank him for the opportunity…. And put his cock in my mouth.”
I grab her arm as I convulse, my mind going white as my hips buck, her hand becoming coated with my cum, she moans in my ear, rubbing the tip of my cock with her finger, holding me with her other arm as I try and pry myself away.

“Naughty naughty boy..”