Palmer: Fashion Week Ch. 01

Roxie smiled demurely when she saw him, but there was something else present in her expression. Other people might not have noticed it, but he did. A tinge of embarrassment? Why? Because she was with Volkov?

"Don't they make a lovely couple," Jade teased, softly chuckling in his ear.

Palmer felt the shot of jealousy hit his guts at the words, but then Roxie was disengaging herself from the Russian. She whispered something to him before hurrying across the room towards Jack.

"There you are," she said, almost over-cheerily. "Thanks for watching him, Jade. I appreciate it."

"My pleasure, Roxie," the black model replied, resting a playful hand on Jack's shoulder. "I'm always happy to take your place when you have other things to attend to..."

Palmer couldn't help but notice the quick glance that passed between the two women, even if he didn't understand it. Roxie's face had instantly turned red and there was definitely a frisson of sudden tension between them. Was Jade upset that she was getting all the attention from the media? If she was, the smile she gave Palmer disguised it well.

"Besides," she went on. "We've agreed that we're going to star in a movie together—Superman and African Jade. Mind you, I think it's going to be of the adult variety. Would do you think, Jack?"

Palmer's eyes shot wide with surprise. He knew Jade was teasing him but even so, his cock was unexpectedly reacting again. His gaze sought out Roxanne's, who rolled her eyes at him.

"She's always like this," his girlfriend explained, leaning in closer and kissing him on the cheek. "So I suggest you put your tongue back in your mouth, Jack Palmer. It's a dead giveaway..."

The two women giggled, but then silence descended for a brief moment. It was the uncomfortable sort that suggested there was more to the conversation than met the eye. Roxie exchanged another glance with Jade, before swallowing hard as she snuggled closer against him.

"You haven't said anything?" she nervously asked the other model.

Jade shook her head. Roxie could have been referring to her illicit encounter with Nikolay Volkov, but she knew there was something else on her mind. She knew that because it had been her idea.

"Of course not," she said, batting her eyelashes at Jack. "I thought that you'd want to tell Jack all about our surprise for him."

Palmer looked from one woman to the other and back again. Roxie's expression contained a hint of embarrassment, whereas the African woman was clearly enjoying the moment.

"A surprise?" he asked suspiciously. "What?"

Roxanne snuggled even closer into his body, refusing to meet his eyes.

"I know you've had to put up with a lot, what with me returning to modelling, travelling out here to Dubai," she said, curling an arm around his waist. "I was talking to Jade about it at rehearsals ... and ... well, she suggested something..."

Palmer glanced across at the other model again. Those fingers of hers were stroking along the slopes of her ebony coloured cleavage again and she raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow as she met his gaze full on.

"Roxie didn't think you would go for it," she breathed, moving closer so that both women were now pressing their warm curves into his body.

He hoped that the inadvertent reaction inside his trousers wasn't becoming too evident, but nothing escaped Jade's attention. She grinned at Roxie as she surreptitiously brushed her fingertips against the growing evidence.

"See, didn't I tell you," she said to the still-nervous redhead. "Your man is going to love what we have in mind."

Turning to Jack, she grinned at him like the proverbial cat that had got the cream.

"Ever had a threesome before, Jack?" she wickedly asked.

A flurry of confused emotions hit Palmer like a sledgehammer. Surely she weren't being serious? He and Roxie had never even playfully discussed something like this. Why would his girlfriend come up such an outlandish idea, out of the blue? He'd thought she'd left those days behind her.

But then, she hadn't come up with the idea. Hadn't she just told him it had been Jade's suggestion, not hers? Suddenly, his two drinks and empty stomach were really making things difficult.

"I hope you really are Superman," Jade whispered huskily, brushing her fingers across his bulge again, but more firmly this time. "Because this black woman takes a lot of pleasing..."

*

Palmer was in a waking dream as he walked through the halls of the seven stars Burj Al Arab hotel. He still wasn't sure about this. Yes, he was straight-laced, always had been. This went against everything he'd ever believed in. And yet his cock was rock hard at the thought of what was about to happen.

It helped that walking ahead of him were two of the sexiest women he'd ever set eyes on. They held hands as they walked, swinging their pert asses for him, each leg crossing in front of the other. Model walk.

Jade slipped the key card into her lock as they reached her suite, and Roxie took the opportunity to tug his arm. Her eyes were full of apprehension.

"You sure you're alright with this, Jack?"

Palmer didn't trust himself to speak. Instead, he gave a curt nod. Even when confronted by the assassin at DeVere's new theme park, he hadn't been this far out of his comfort zone.

What red-blooded man would turn down the chance of sex with two beautiful women? And yet it was Roxie he loved. Why did she feel the need to share him with anyone else? What did that say about their relationship? He had no idea if he was all right with it...

She took his hand as they followed Jade into the large suite, squeezing it as if to say, It's okay, everything is okay. It's only sex.

The African model led the way towards a pair of double doors and, as she reached them, she peeled her camisole top over her head. The way her full breasts bounced was tantalizing. When she shimmied out of her short black skirt, she was practically naked, attired in just a barely-there g-string.

Her voluptuous body gave truth to the hourglass expression and Jack's eyes narrowed in silent appreciation as they ran lustfully across the contours of her large breasts. They hung perfectly on her curvy frame. Her hard nipples grew long and hard out of her small areola and their chocolate colour melded perfectly with her dark skin.

For the briefest of moments, he forgot about Roxie standing next to him. Until she touched his hand, that was. When he glanced towards her, his girlfriend's dress was pooled at her feet and it was only her skimpy cream thong that protected her modesty. Had he ever seen a more beautiful sight?

Both women moved towards him, breasts swaying seductively, each taking hold of a hand and guiding him through the double doors towards a large bed in the centre of the room. It was piled high with pillows and cushions.

Roxanne sat him on the edge of the satin sheets, the look in her eyes reaffirming that it was okay, but it was Jade who slid onto his lap. The action was so seamless it felt like the two of them had done this before. Jack's stomach lurched, as it always did when he thought about Roxie's past. He accepted that she'd moved on, but it didn't erase what had happened.

She climbed onto the bed behind him, planting kisses along his neck at the same time as Jade's mouth closed on his. Her kiss felt strange, more demanding than Roxie's, but he gradually returned it as the two women's combined fingers opened the small buttons on his white shirt, one by one.

He shivered in arousal as Jade pulled his open shirt away. Her cool fingers ran across his chiselled pecs, tracing their way across the hard contours.

"Just like Superman," she chuckled.

Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief as she took his hands in hers, watching the inevitable reaction on his face as she carefully placed them on her breasts. They were full and round in his palms. She held his hands there until she felt him fondle her of his own volition, squeezing her flesh as his thumbs stroked across her hard nipples.

With a knowing smile, she reached down for the zip on his trousers.

*

Nikolay Volkov sat in his large office, shades closed, lights dimmed, feet on his desk. He was stroking his erection as his eyes stared at the action on the large screen fixed onto the wall. Jade's bedroom was everything a bedroom in a seven star suite should be—high ceilings, luxurious and opulent furnishings and a bed large enough for three people to fuck in.

He'd arranged for the feed to be placed there earlier today.

One of the things he loved most about his African model—in addition to her fabulous body and the uninhibited way she fucked—was that she always followed his instructions to the letter. The threesome had been his idea, although he hadn't really expected Roxanne to agree when Jade had suggested it to her. So much for her new found resolve.

It was the second step to driving a stake through the heart of her relationship with Jack. The first had been the blow job she'd given him earlier. He'd recorded that, too, and would use it when the time was right.

This recording was more for his own pleasure, although it would be well received—for the standard fee, of course—by some of his richest and most influential friends back in Russia. And if his plans for Roxanne didn't work out as expected, he could always threaten to release it on the internet. He'd learned a long time ago that it invariably paid to have a contingency.

Roxanne was watching uneasily as Jade fucked her boyfriend, although Volkov noticed that her right hand was working between her legs. It was exactly the state he wanted her in. Confused and aroused.

Her discomfort suggested that she must be truly in love with the cop. Otherwise why would it be such an uncomfortable experience for her? How times had changed! The redhead had arguably been the greatest call girl of them all, and sessions like this would be second nature to her.

In the long run, she would eventually thank him for helping her return to what she did best. In his experience, a leopard never changed its spots, and he was watching the evidence. Of course, he would benefit immeasurably, too. He had some powerful clientele who would be persuaded to put business his way in exchange for spending a night with this beauty.

He shifted in his chair. It was like watching his own porn movie, with Jade both directing and taking the lead role.

The angle of the camera was eye level, but the feed was good. It was behind the floor to ceiling mirror that sat opposite the windows and had been worth every penny he'd paid to have it installed. He'd never seen a woman fuck with such abandon as Jade, not even Roxanne. Like most African women, she used the whole of her body during sex. Maybe Jack Palmer should be thanking him for the unexpected opportunity?

He continued to steadily jerk his cock as he watched her—reverse cowboy style—gyrating like a lap dancer in the ex-cop's lap. Her hands were in her curly black hair, the backwards arch of her body emphasizing the way her large tits bounced erotically with every sexual movement.

Using his free hand, he flicked up the volume without missing a stroke. Jade was talking to Palmer as she fucked him.

"Come on, Jack, harder. Fuck this little black girl harder..."

The Russian smiled to himself. As far as he could see, it was the model who was fucking him. She was never still. Palmer had gripped her slim hips to steady himself as her curvy body rotated in tight little circles in his lap one minute and then pounded down on him the next.

A wicked smile was on her face as she glanced towards the hidden camera. The Russian understood. It was her way of telling Volkov that everything was under control...

*

Roxanne's stomach fluttered uncontrollably as she watched her boyfriend fuck Jade. The three of them had been making love for a couple of hours now and Jack had amazed her with his stamina. He'd cum inside each of them, but the blue pill that Jade had fed him had done its job and aided his recovery. So had the sight of her and Jade together, she guessed.

The two women had got it on whenever he'd needed to rest and Jade had been quick to show her why they'd always been good together. They'd fingered and tongued each other to more than one orgasm, and Roxie was ready for more. But it was one thing for the two of them to fuck each other in front of an important client—they'd been paid to do that several times in her past life—and quite another infront of Jack.

Despite the way he'd thrown himself into the session, she couldn't help but wonder what he was really thinking...

Not only that, her thoughts had been a contradictory mixture of eroticism and fear ever since they'd reached the suite, and they'd begun to spiral out of control when Jade had first gone down on Jack.

It had only been a few hours since she was between Nikolay Volkov's legs, doing the same thing, after all. Guilt had immediately kicked in.

Even so, her hand continued to work between her thighs as she watched Jack's tight white butt flex as he thrust downwards inside the African woman. Jade's legs were wrapped around his waist as she humped back and the contrast in colour between them was as sexy as fuck.

Fuck it, she told herself. Tomorrow was another day. She'd face the music then. Right now, her jealousy and her need was colliding.

Moving from the chair to the bed with all the grace of a cat, she grabbed Jade's curly hair in her right hand and pulled the woman's head towards hers. The heated kiss was long, wet and passionate. Twisting onto her back, she curled an arm around Jack's neck, replacing Jade's lips with his. This kiss was no less fervent but it was filled with as much love as it was lust.

"My turn, darling," she told him, moving her body between his and Jade. It took seconds to fit him inside her. "Show me how much you love me, Jack..."

*

Sweaty and exhausted, Palmer returned to the room after his visit to the bathroom. The smell of sex and excitement still hung heavily in the air. It felt sad to him that Roxanne was no longer the only woman he'd been with since he'd divorced Kelli.

Roxie was the most sexual person he'd ever met until tonight, but Jade had almost proven her equal. It wasn't just her voluptuous body. Her black curly hair, sultry dark eyes, classical cheekbones and thick red lips were the stuff dreams were made of.

She looked like an African Goddess and she fucked like one.

Neither woman's appetite had diminished in the slightest since they'd entered the bedroom and the more sex they had, the more it seemed they wanted. They were writhing on the bed together, taking it in turns to scissor the other and reach another orgasm. Had he ever seen a sexier sight?

And yet his arousal was mixed with a feeling of melancholy.

It was easy to see how beautiful models were seduced into this sort of lifestyle—easy money, late night parties, exotic locations, beautiful people and incredible sex. It helped the rich and powerful to pull the strings, using dispensable people in their quest for even more wealth and influence.

The thought stuck in his craw as he caught the African woman smiling carnally over at him. She'd adjusted her position so that Roxie's head was between her black thighs now, and she curled one leg over her left shoulder as he watched them. Her gaze stayed on Palmer as she wantonly pushed her hips upwards towards his girlfriend's sucking mouth.

It felt as if her dark eyes were silently baiting him, sending out another challenge. Roxie can't resist this black pussy. Can you?

His cock began to flex again as she crooked a finger at him. Her other hand was stroking Roxie's damp red locks, holding her head in position as she began to slowly push her hips upwards.

Despite himself, Palmer pushed his aching body away from the bathroom door. When he headed towards the bed, they both knew the answer. He couldn't resist. In spite of everything he'd just rationalised with himself, the need to fuck the black temptress one more time was overwhelming.

Any more thinking could wait until tomorrow.