Palmer: Fashion Week Ch. 06

However, she definitely did have something about her. Watching her now, she looked like sex on legs as she strolled towards him, in a tight black tube-dress that stretched along her hard body.

"Drinking alone, Nikky?" she asked, her throaty voice a mixture of confidence and sex.

"I was waiting for you," the Russian replied, swirling his glass on the bar top.

"Waiting for me?" she asked, raising a playful eyebrow in his direction. "I like that thought. So, I'm here now, what do you intend doing with me now you've found me?"

He smiled. She was direct, and that was a characteristic he'd always admired. And while she wasn't supermodel material, she certainly was fuckable. Very fuckable. She was up for it, too. His cock was growing in his trousers just from the way she was looking at him.

"What am I going to do, Michelle?" he repeated, with a cold smile. "What would you suggest?"

She reached for the drink in his hand and took it from him. Watched his expression over the rim of the glass, she took a sip of his Scotch before replying.

"I was rather hoping you were going to fuck my lights out."

Volkov smiled. He sent a glance towards Boris—one that told him to relax and enjoy himself—and then smiled at the young model.

"I think that can be arranged," he said, with an arrogant air.

*

Palmer was sweating heavily. What man wouldn't with two hot women gyrating on him? Faye was in front of him, grinding her body in a way that would give a saint dirty thoughts. She tossed her long blonde hair, keeping a hand on the back of his neck and her eyes on his face the whole time. He felt like the only guy in the room.

Behind him, Françoise was doing equally dirty things with her body. She held him close with a hand on either hip. He felt her body gyrate up and down his. Those tits on his back were making it difficult to keep his erection at bay.

"I need another drink," he eventually said, when the last song came to a close.

He'd been trying to excuse himself for ten minutes now.

"Hurry back," Faye shouted after him, as he shrugged away her half-hearted attempt to keep him there.

He nodded, grateful that they were allowing him to get away from them. With each previous attempt, they'd circled him so that it was practically impossible to escape.

"Persistent, aren't they?" Isobel asked, as he returned to the bar. It seemed she had waited for him.

"Very," he answered, giving her a relieved smile. "You didn't want to dance?"

"I don't do threesomes," she playfully said, and then laughed heartily at the pained expression that crossed his face.

"Sorry, Jack, I couldn't resist that. But I won't mention it again. Here, I got you a drink." She handed him a flute of champagne and took a sip from her own as she glanced back towards the dance floor. "Unless you want to get back out there again?"

He followed her gaze. As the music had changed tempo, the two women began to freak. It was an amazing thing to witness.

Françoise reached for the clasp in her hair, releasing the dark waves of long, shimmering tresses like a stripper. She tossed it forward, resting her hands on her knees, tits spilling out of her black-haltered dress, and then threw her hair back as she straightened up. Leaning into Faye, they spun as their bodies linked, teasing and twisting as they bounced to the hip-hop. It felt that their shoulders and hips were moving in time to a rhythm designed to make every man hard. Even the sheen of sweat on their skin was sexy.

"I think I feel more comfortable here," he told Isobel, with a wry smile. "I felt like a fish out of water, out there."

She laughed with him, her sultry Spanish gaze staying on his.

"A fish surrounded by two predators, maybe?"

He suddenly realised just how attractive she was. That cleavage was calling his eyes again and despite himself, he found himself wondering what she would look like naked. When he coloured at his self-imposed guilt, Isobel seemed to realise it too, in that way that women did. Her eyes flickered with amusement.

"It's okay, Jack, you can relax," she softly said, tossing him an impish smile. "I respect Roxie and you're safe with me. So ... why don't you get us another drink before your two friends return from the dance floor? Then you can tell me all about you."

*

"So tell me about Nikky Volkov?" Jenn asked as she and Jade found a spot near a window.

The bass of the Smoke Stack's dance floor had grown even louder as the night had gone on. Add to that the din of the beautiful people around them, and it made it difficult to hear herself think, let alone speak. Then there were the hookahs. Jenn could swear she was getting high just from breathing in the smoky atmosphere.

"You seem preoccupied with Nikky?" the African model asked in amusement. "Mind you, all the newest models are. They think that if they let him fuck them, it will guarantee success."

"I'm not thinking that at all," Jenn instantly protested. "I don't want to fuck him. I just wondered what he was like."

"Don't want to fuck him?" Jade laughed. "Honey, it's a pre-requisite if you work for him. Just ask Roxie. All I'm saying is that it's one step at a time. There are a thousand wannabee-models and only a selected few make it."

Jenn's lips parted in a silent gasp at Jade's words. It was pre-requisite to fuck him? Just ask Roxie? No, that couldn't be true. She and Jack seemed so happy. But then, the African model had already let slip about their casual attitude to sex. And the rumours about the redhead's background were rife in the Vice Division, despite the blanket of confidentiality thrown over the DeVere case.

"I'm just interested in how things work," she responded, choosing her words carefully. She wasn't sure how far she could push it. "Modelling is one thing, but from what I've seen in my short time here, a lot more is expected."

Jade raised an eyebrow, and added a sultry smile.

"It's really not that difficult, honey. The top models do whatever it takes to get to the top and stay there. Nikky looks after us and we do as we're told, whatever it takes. There are a lot of women who are beautiful like you, have the sort of body you have, but the question is, how much do you want it? How far are you prepared to go?"

Jenn felt goosebumps break out across her body. Who knows where this conversation could lead if she kept it heading in the right direction.

"I want it," she said, confidently holding Jade's interested gaze.

She was close to making a breakthrough, she could feel it. All she had to do was convince this woman that she would do whatever was necessary to fulfil her modelling ambitions.

"How badly?"

"More than anything," she said earnestly, quickly adding, "It means everything to me."

Jade stared at her for a few moments, those dark appraising eyes looking like they wanted to get into her mind. Could she see through her, Jenn wondered? Could she tell what was going on in her head?

"Maybe," she eventually said, her smile showing a row of perfect, white teeth. "Tell you what, why don't I take you for a quick tour around the top floor? That's where all the action is, after all."

*

"Vodka tonic?" Nikolay Volkov asked, crossing the contemporarily furnished room to the fully stocked bar.

Michelle Park didn't respond immediately, and when he turned back to her, he discovered why. Her eyes were full of arousal as she leant back against the far wall, watching him.

"I'd rather drink your cum," she replied, her gaze narrowing.

He couldn't help but smile. There were only a handful of his models that could get him hard without touching him. She'd just added herself to the list. He could practically feel the power radiating around him as she stared lustfully at him. He loved that feeling, like he was unstoppable.

"You are one sexy girl, you know that?" he breathed.

Even through her dress, he could see her nipples rise. If her connection with Tony Yamamura was innocent enough, maybe there was a way to incorporate her in his activities, after all? A hot young woman this keen to give a good impression would go down very well with his clients.

"You've no idea just how sexy," she drawled, pushing her tight body away from the wall. "But I think you're about to find out."

Her fingers went to the straps of her dress and with a sexy shimmy it was quickly pooled on the cherry, hardwood floors beside her feet. Her see-through pink bra matched her skimpy thong and the right strap fell from her shoulder demurely. She ignored it as she slid her right hand down into the front of her panties, letting him watch as her knuckles curled beneath the silk material.

She sighed, biting her lip as she stroked herself. Volkov thought his cock might explode there and then. When she withdrew her fingers and held them up, they glistened with her juices. Slowly, she brought them to her mouth, slowly sucking each in turn.

"A girl who likes to get right down to business," he softly said, carefully bringing his hands to his trousers and slowly unbuckling the belt. The room was silent but for the clink of its clasp. "I like that."

"Oh, I promise I won't disappoint," she provocatively told him, hooking her thumbs into her thong. "I'm going to be the best fuck you've ever had."

Volkov licked his lips as he unzipped himself and fished out his cock. Could he be any harder? The olive-hued bitch sexily licked her lips as she stared at his erection, and then she was sauntering across the room towards him. Half-way there, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled the garment over the gentle curve of her hips and down over her thighs.

He began to jerk himself as his gaze devoured her naked body. Her perky breasts sat high and proud with all the grace of youth and her cleanly shaved pussy was already wet with anticipation.

"Want some help with this," she huskily murmured, dropping to her knees before him and wrapping one hand around his girth.

Those almond-shaped eyes stared up into his, the kind of look an animal gives its prey just before it springs into action, he thought. Then her lips parted further and she was taking his thick manhood deep into her throat.

Volkov had to grip the edges of the bar behind him as her skilled mouth took him as far as she could. The probing could wait a little, he told himself. For now, he needed to take full advantage of this vision of carnal sensuality.

*

Jade took Jenn through a security door and along a wide hall, lined with alternating, bevelled doors.

"The bedrooms," she told her. "If you play your cards right, you could be here soon in an official capacity. One of Nikky's chosen few. But if you're not committed, tell me now. We can end the tour here and you can get back to your friends."

The stunning brunette stepped straight into the trap, just as Nikky had said she would. She'd be so desperate to get something on the Russian that she'd play her cover for all it was worth. The only question was exactly how far would she go?

They'd find out in the next half an hour.

"I'm one hundred per cent committed," Jenn blurted.

Jade smiled in response. It felt like the brunette couldn't believe her luck, finding someone who was willing to give her the inside track.

"Nikky will be happy to hear that," she said, stopping at the last door on the hall. She smiled at Jenn as she fished out a silver key and opened it quietly. "I wonder if anyone's at home..."

The door opened into an enormous living room, twice the size of her own. The floors were glossy cherry wood. The rich looking furniture was dark wood, stunning against its white upholstery. It was like a page out of a Crate & Barrel catalogue.

"Well, well, looks like our luck is in," Jade whispered, reaching down and picking up a discarded black dress.

She heard Jenn's breath catch as her gaze quickly searched the room. A tiny g-string sat on the floor in the middle of the room. It looked like whoever was there had begun to fix a drink at the bar, but had left that behind, too.

She put a finger to her lips for quiet, and then quietly crossed the room towards an opium pipe on the desk. This part had been Nikky's idea, too. Without so much a glance at Jenn, she took the pipe in one hand, leant forward and sucked a slow drag.

"Mmm, that's good," she purred, her voice oozing out of her throat in an elongated drawl. She turned her head towards Jenn. "Your turn, honey..."

She watched as the brunette's cheeks went red and her heart fluttered. She was wondering how she could get out of this, but they both knew she couldn't. If she refused, her cover was blown.

Taking the opium pipe in one hand, she leaned forward as Jade had done and took a quick, tentative suck.

"Another," Jade told her, standing behind her and resting her hands on her shoulders. Her fingers stroked along that beautifully soft skin as she spoke. "One more to get the full effect."

The young woman hesitated for a few seconds, making Jade think she was about to refuse, but then she was repeating the action. Beautiful!

The African model watched as Jenn's eyelids rolled back as the initial wave rolled through her. Then she smiled. The opium high was wrapping both her mind and her body into a warm cocoon of bliss.

"That's it, honey," Jade whispered, taking her arm. "Come on, let me show you another reason I love this place."

She unlocked one of the connecting doors as Jenn struggled to cope with the drug-induced rush, and then pulled her into a dark room without any windows.

She could tell from Jenn's expression that the opium was really kicking in. And it was as if she could read the brunette's mind. It would be like all her insecurity, all her doubt, was being washed away. In the darkness, she would feel empowered. She'd be thinking that she getting the low-down on Nikky Volkov under her cover as a model. Models did these things, so why shouldn't she?

"This is the viewing room," she exclaimed, no longer whispering. "Don't worry, it's sound-proofed."

When she pulled open a black curtain, she heard Jenn gasp. On the bed, facing the two-way mirror, were Nikky Volkov and Michelle. Flipping a switch, the room was filled with the sound of the couple's loud fucking. Jade couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. The bitch Asian model was dewy with exertion, her sinuous muscles dancing as she rode Volkov for all she was worth.

"Sexy bitch, isn't she?" she murmured, glancing sideways.

Jenn nodded and licked her pouting lips. Jade could see the arousal flooding through her body like an unstoppable wave. Her nipples were pushing through her dress like two organ stops. The opium would have fully kicked in now she'd soon be gagging for it.

It was just a shame that Nikky wanted her set up with Habib. She would have happily spent a few hours with this beauty herself.

"That could be you," she said, stoking her soft fingers along Jenn's back. "Showing Nikky how much you want to be part of his team. You'd like that?"

She felt Jenn shiver as she scraped her fingernails along her bare skin. It would be so easy to seduce her, right now. But she had her instructions and people crossed Nikolay Volkov at their peril.

"Look at them," Jade encouraged again, resting her chin on the brunette's bare shoulder as they watched.

She had to admit it, as much as she disliked Michelle Park, the girl was good in bed. Her hands were clawing into Nikky's chest, her perky breasts bouncing as she increased the pace, and her tight buttocks flexing magnificently with each circular gyration.

"Sometimes a girl just needs to get fucked," Jade huskily whispered in Jenn's ear. "Come on, there's someone I'd like you to meet."

*

"I finally get to meet my British counterpart," Alicia Stiles said as she sipped from a glass of champagne.

Roxanne had been about to go and look for Jenn when they'd bumped into each other. The brunette had been gone too long. But when she'd seen the All-American supermodel, she just had to talk to her. It was unlike the redhead, but she was even feeling a little star-struck. Everyone aspired to be Alicia Stiles. She was a mega-star and had been a fantastic success in yesterday's Victoria's Secret runway show.

"I wouldn't go that far," she modestly protested.

Counterpart was a bit too much.

"Why not? We both hit the spotlight around the same time. We both work for Nikolay Volkov. And if anything, you're a hell of a lot prettier than I'll ever be."

"Now you're just humouring me," Roxanne said through a smile.

Yes, they had both been successful in their modelling careers. But Roxie had been much more than a model when she'd worked for Dominic DeVere. She'd been his top girl, the one he went to when he had a client who needed 'attention'. If Alicia Stiles had fucked half the men she had, she'd be embarrassed.

"You host Supermodel, Alicia," Roxie went on. "And you have your own line of perfume that I just happen to be wearing tonight."

The American model waved a dismissive hand, but her face creased into a smile all the same.

"It's great perfume," she chuckled. "But that doesn't contradict what I'm saying. I'm also older than you, Roxie. I'm twenty eight. That's practically a grandmother in this business."

Roxanne burst out laughing and had to put a hand over her mouth. Was he golden-haired supermodel being serious? She was as desirable now as she'd ever been, perhaps even more so.

"In that case, just about every guy here tonight wishes you were their granny," she laughed.

Alicia laughed heartily, too. But then her face turned more serious.

"Did you hear about Tony Yamamura?"

Roxie nodded. "Tragic."

"They say he'd run up a lot of gambling debts with this Ukrainian. When he'd come to collect, they shot one another. Tony wasn't everyone's cup of tea, but I never had any problems with him."

"Me neither. Although I didn't know him that well..."

"Well, let's talk about happier things," Alicia murmured, taking another sip from her bubbly. "You've signed with Nikky, I take it?"

"Just for this week."

Alicia seemed taken aback. For a moment or two she just stared at Roxie.

"That's all? The rumours are that you're officially one of his leading models now?"

Roxanne bashfully shook her head. She wasn't looking forward to her conversation with Volkov, but it had to be done.

"A contract offer is on the table," she said, with a shrug of her tanned shoulders. "But I won't be signing."

"Be prepared for a fight," Alicia said, nudging her with her elbow. "Everyone knows how Nikky likes to get his own way. So, have you another agency lined up?"

"I'm done with agencies," Roxie told her, sweeping some red hair away from her right eye. "I was thinking of freelancing."

"Freelancing?"

The beautiful All-American supermodel stared at her thoughtfully again, and then slowly nodded her head.

"I have a great idea."

"What?"

"I think you'd be great at co-hosting Supermodel with me..."

Roxanne gasped. Supermodel? It was the biggest thing on television in fashion circles. It's audience was world-wide. She shook her head disbelievingly. Was she really hearing this?

"But it's your show, Alicia," she blurted. Since the mega-star had taken the show over from Gabrielle Dubois, ratings had gone through the roof. "You've made it as popular as it is. Why would you want a co-host?"

"Commitments, dear. I need someone to share the load with while I launch other interests. It's been on my mind for a while. I just needed to find the right person, and now I have. We both have the credentials. We complement one another. We're both household names in the fashion world. You'd be perfect."

She paused, letting the implications sink in. When she continued, her voice sounded like she'd just woken up.

"I have another idea..." she said, her eyes sparkling now. And then she laughed. "It must be all this champagne. Look, we're shooting the season premiere of Supermodel in two days. Why don't you come on as a guest judge? If it works, we can talk about turning it into a regular spot."