Strange Charm

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

This story was a personal request from my close friend Jack. Credit to him for the scenario, celeb choice and some of the minor details.

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New York City, New York

The plastic lock piece slammed shut, echoing throughout the large room as a sound with such power to drown out the nuisance of stomping in the distance. Black walls were visible from the corner, but with a white backdrop as part of a set piece in the middle and all cameras focused forward. The smaller studio had nothing more than a basic room with the bar necessities for portrait based photoshoots. The simplicity was there for producing photographs deemed appropriate for quick and easy sessions that would be used for portfolios. Usually it only required a single photographer in the room, though today was different with two camera men managing the equipment. A box of cleaning tools sat nearby on a stool, opening and closing to create the loudest noises heard.

Another day was complete at the offices, as that was the way Bruce Webb preferred to look at things. He didn't enjoy spending hours stuck in the smaller studio downstairs from the offices, but it was still a paycheck one way or the other. At twenty-seven years of age, working as a photographer was all he had known in life since leaving college. With a short stature, he kept his brown hair cut short and slicked back. For a typical summer day, he had arrived at work in beige colored shorts and a blue T-shirt. With a clean shaved face and slim build, there wasn't much about his appearance for Bruce to stick out among any other man working at the Tigers Modelling studio. An adjacent building that sat next to the agency itself that handled most of the business operations inside Brooklyn.

New York wasn't Bruce's kind of town. After spending his college years back home in California, attending USC, he would've preferred to stay back there for his career. His first gig as a photographer had been working for a modelling agency that was now a forgotten afterthought to most people. It had one glorious moment in name as a career starting to a point for a famous Instagram modelled who had since moved on to funding her own solo based operation. The company had been bought into a larger corporate chain and Bruce quickly found his job moved. With an offer to carry on his short lived career as a photographer, he quickly accepted a job to move across the country and continue on with the line of work he had been trained for. New York City had a different vibe compared to the environment of working back home.

The parties were among the first thing he missed. It wasn't unlike Bruce to indulge himself in some hard drinking and occasional passing of the bong with friends on weekends. Everything was more laid back with a relaxed atmosphere in L.A. New York City was a polar opposite, at least he thought to himself. The work schedule came down to crunch time with little free time on six day shifts. Back home he didn't have to worry about checking in with an office, but that was a different story for the daily shifts working under contract now. Everything felt more organized, perhaps due to working under a corporate chain. He didn't have any friends yet after five months of working on the east coast. Bruce typically kept his mouth shut and was socially distant from the other men, as he didn't see a reason to hang out after work.

Working at Tigers Modelling, Bruce had learned early on that the agency was the main key part of the business itself. Unlike the studio back in L.A., the models signed did most of their photo sessions at various locations depending on what they were signed for. Magazine shoots led to live locations, whereas a deal with commercial photographers may have led someone across town for a special shoot. So far, his biggest job had been to work at a fashion runway show, where Bruce was only one of many photographers in the crowd who had to snap as many pictures as he could with a flash camera. Fashion modelling was now his specialty, a far cry his original dreams of working in black and white based photography. Bruce still had hope that a decent opportunity would come about in the future, perhaps even in a town like this he didn't consider to be home.

A real career working under the corporate ladder would've been possible had Bruce considered working as an agent. But that wasn't his dream back when he went to college, nor did he consider it back then as he casually ignored the opportunities to major in any business oriented classes. For now, he would continue on with work, as that was how life went. He had spent the day cleaning up the cameras to prepare for a photo session tomorrow. So far, he had rarely been able to flex his talents as a photographer, often situated down in the smaller studio and taking up close portraits. Models came and went under the Tigers name, but there was always the big names that carried a level of royalty. Bruce had learned early on that these were concentrated down to Victoria's Secret models and a few who had become household names over time.

Leaving the studio room, he stomped his sneakers down across the floor. A hallway led out from the room, but Bruce didn't stray his eyes anywhere else apart from the elevator in view. Ignoring the people who walked past and went about their business during the day. Outside the second studio were other rooms for maintenance and supplies. Bruce didn't have any care in the world what anyone else may have needed to do during the day as he now stood in front of the metallic elevator doors and pushed in the button. The light flickered white before turning green and the sound of the box moving down from the floor was audible. Bruce stood there for a moment, waiting as the elevator had stopped on a higher floor before the doors opened. He let out a sigh at this minor nuisance, only to see it stop one more time. By now it felt that he had been sitting and waiting for a minutes, though time had a way of creating illusions on an impatient mind.

"Dammit, come on..."

Ready to go off cussing at the elevator, Bruce planted his hands onto his hips while standing in front of the large silver doors. A black frame went around the doors, sticking out from the white interior covering the walls of the lower floor. When the elevator finally rumbled down to the current floor, Bruce heard the 'ding' sound and watched the doors slide open to reveal a familiar face with a smile across her lips.

"Going somewhere Bruce?"

A set of big blue eyes glared back at Bruce, as he studied the face of Lorena Rae. Her long brunette hair was split down the middle, waving beyond her shoulders. She wore a white top with small straps over the shoulders, shirt tucked down into a pair of denim blue skinny jeans. Bruce found himself smiling and then blushing as her smirk revealed her pearly white teeth. Lorena had been the only model he had worked with so far into the month of July. All her photo shoots involving a smaller budget and a simple white back drop. He had known her as an up and coming model, all their photo sessions coming down to what outfits she was modelling.

"Nah, I'm not going anywhere with you standing right there in front of me."

She giggled back at his response, visibly taking in his apparent blush. Bruce stepped into the elevator as Lorena leaned back against the wall. Black walls greeted him with a metal hand rail on all four sides. She leaned past him and clicked the button for the lobby, offering a grin that only confused Bruce as they were now locked in the elevator for a short time.

"You're leaving too?"

Lorena nodded her head at him, prompting another question.

"What made you go down to the second studio then?"

"I was trying to find you, if you believe me."

"Oh really?"

Once again, Lorena nodded while softly giggling. She waited a moment before carrying on in speech.

"I spoke to my agent about our shoot last week for the lingerie line. You know I've got some leeway around here, right?"

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"Well, for one it means I get to pick my own photographers. And for two... maybe I should go on and ask you if you wanna get outta this building for a bit and do a photo shoot for Grazia?"

Bruce smiled, quirking his eyebrows up in surprise.

"If you want me, I'd do anything to finally get out of that little white room back there. How did you land a photo shoot for Grazia magazine?"

"I didn't, my agent did. I'm on the cover for an issue to be released in Italy."

The elevator came to a halt followed by that same 'ding' noise made from earlier. Bruce stepped aside so the German fashion model could make her exit out into the lobby before him. The sound of feet stomping across the floor was heard through commotion of random conversations in the distance. Bruce and Lorena ignored it as they came walking out from the elevator. She skipped ahead of him, giving quite the view of her skinny jeans hugging her slender legs and for a moment. Only for a moment were his eyes fixated on her buttocks before she turned around and offered that playful smirk he knew all too well. Once they had walked past a few people, Bruce was eager to pick up the conversation as Lorena headed towards the front door entrance.

"You want me to go with you and do the photo shoot?"

"Yeah. There was another photograper, but he keeps calling in sick. I figure you want to get out of that little white room, right?"

"I can't argue with that."

Lorena giggled.

"Of course you can't!"

She laughed again before pulling open the glass front doors. Lorena stepped out as Bruce followed directly behind her. Turning around to face him, she spoke once more.

"Wanna head to my place and we talk more about it?"

"Sure, I was about to take the day off anyway."

"All work and no play, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess it's something like that."

Tilting her head to the side, Lorena teased him before reaching to pull his hand.

"Come on, I'll take you back to my apartment and we can talk about this more. Hope you weren't planning on doing anything else today, cause I don't like to take no for an answer."

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5 HOURS LATER

Throwing his arms out from the couch, Bruce let out a relaxed sigh as he grinned to himself, gazing back at Lorena. True to her word, she didn't like to take no as an answer from anyone. When she told him that her apartment was across Manhattan, Bruce had immediately replied he didn't know his way around that part of the city well. No problem for her to call for a taxi and get to a destination in less than an hour's time. New York City still had something of an intimidating presence to Bruce. Maybe it was just the fact that it wasn't as familiar as back home, or perhaps something else. It was funny to him that Lorena had wanted to chat about something work related, when he seen this as an opportunity for a date. Bruce had met Lorena two weeks prior for the first time, eager to make chemistry between a model and photographer.

The thought of payments had not crossed his mind until they reached her apartment. After all, the photo shoots were a job and he had some hope of making a better earning from a magazine shoot. He didn't bring it up to Lorena. Judging by her studio apartment in Manhattan, Bruce could easily make a guess that she had done well for herself. Bruce wondered how much she paid on the bill for the month but wasn't going to bring that question up in spoken word. Not keeping up with fashion models, it would escape him whatever level of fame she commanded. Of every name signed onto Tiger Modelling, the only one he recognized was Kate Upton. The thought of working a photo session with that woman was a pipedream he didn't want to fantasize about.

Instead, he had a proper woman in the same room with him if Bruce truly wanted to start daydreaming to escape his lonely feelings, one that gave him a strange charm. From where he was sitting on the couch, Bruce smirked to himself gazing forward at Lorena's cute bum. She had bent over, reaching down to grab something from the wooden coffee table that was facing the couch. Lorena had changed clothes not long after they arrived at her apartment. Now wearing a pair of navy blue booty shorts covering her boom, matching with the white top she currently had on. Bruce starred at her cute ass before she grabbed hold of a nearly empty can of Diet Coke that had been sitting there. He expected her to turn around and face him, but instead she took a sip and then began to wander off from the living room. Bruce's eyes followed her as Lorena didn't utter a single word.

Still on the coffee table had been her look-book. Bruce and Lorena both flipped through it while sitting on the couch earlier. She had pointed out various photo shoots she had done in the past few years, offering ideas to him if he was going to be her photographer. It seemed to Bruce that she was picking his brain, to see if he had any artistic ideas that would be worth granting him a level of creative freedom. While this had been a nice gesture and a future to consider, Bruce wasn't in the mood to think about work any longer. His attention had turned to Lorena earlier, as he wanted to share a personal conversation with her. It was all an attempt to see where his chances were with this woman. Maybe it had to do with staying lonely since moving to New York, but Bruce couldn't discount such a lovely smile.

"Where did you go, Lorena?"

"Back here in the bedroom, darling..."

The tone of her voice had shifted as she replied back to him. Though it was coherent and loud, the German model had a flair of seduction from how she spoke. Getting up from the couch, Bruce took one last look across her living room. The floor was tiled in essence pearl bricks, stretching out to the kitchen where it changed to a wooden pattern. The walls were of a greyish white color, matching the floor with a few decorations of pots and plants that Lorena had likely chosen for her home. The bedroom had been the one area of the apartment Bruce had yet to explore, but he could see the light of what appeared to be a lamb coming from the doorway. The grey color remained for the floor, but with carpet instead. Bruce stepped his way into the bedroom to find Lorena crossing her arms over her chest with that signature smile across her face.

"Now now, why would you tell me you were in the bedroom?"

Her teeth flashed as she grinned back at him.

"Perhaps I wanted to see your reaction to that."

"Oh yeah?"

Bruce smirked back after his response. He blushed as Lorena moved her right hand thumb to her lips, as if she was going to chew at her nail but instead teased him with her angelic eyes. Lorena stepped off to the right side, forcing him to turn his head and follow her in his line of sight. Thinking to himself, Bruce figured a way to tease her in response. A way of testing her desires to see if she truly wanted his intimate company.

"I think I need to get back to my place. It's starting to get late, you know?"

Her expression immediately changed. Lorena moved her arms away from her chest as she responded.

"You wanna leave now? Hmmmm, you didn't seem to be in a rush a few minutes ago."

"No, but I think it's gonna be dark soon and you know as well as anyone that I don't know my way around this town."

Lorena giggled at him.

"That's why you call for a taxi or an Uber, honey."

Biting down on her lower lip, she studied him for a moment.

"I don't think you really wanna leave, Bruce. You're just saying that, aren't you?"

Successful in calling his bluff, Lorena smirked at began to step around him. She walked directly past him, prompting the man to turn around to face her as she carried on speaking.

"Why else would you leave? Are you tired of talking to me already?"

"No! Not at all!"

He shook his head and then Lorena laughed, flashing those perfect white teeth once more. She had turned the tables on him with this short discussion, as the model knew precisely what Bruce was trying to pull. He didn't truly plan on leaving. At least not yet.

"You're not going anywhere, Bruce. Don't play me for a fool."

"What makes you think I would try that?"

Ignoring his question completely, Lorena smirked as she pulled the ends of her top and then began to slip it out from over her head. No bra contained her perky tits that were soon on full display to him. Bruce barely had any time to consider this situation he was now in with a topless model standing before him. Lorena tossed the shirt to the floor as he stood there, gazing back at her bewildered.

"I know for sure you're not gonna try and leave now."

"And I know that's not why you took your shirt off, right?"

Lorena giggled, stepping her way towards him. Studying his eyes, she watched the movement as his sight slipped down to see her tits.

"Go ahead and touch 'em if that's what you want."

Not hesitating her invitation of a touch, Bruce ran up his warm hands to caress her skin and then went for her breasts. As he squeezed them, Lorena starred him back in the eye, forming a grin along her pink lips. Bruce gazed back at her face before softly grinning.

"So what's the occasion? I wasn't expecting to walk into this room and you decide to start stripping down."

Throwing her arms around his neck, Lorena replied.

"Maybe I like you."

Bruce chuckled before she placed a soft kiss in his lips. He tried not to blush, but his cheeks flushed into a red hue before he replied.

"Do you get this intimate with all your photographers?"

"No, only the ones I like."

She quickly responded in a low but seductive tone of voice. Lorena wasted no time shoving her lips to his and inviting him for a slow, passionate kiss. Bruce moaned into her mouth, dancing their tongues together as he wrapped his arms around her. Those perky breasts pushed into his chest, allowing him to feel her hardened nipples poking at him. When the kiss broke, Lorena moved her arms away from him and Bruce was forced to move his hands away from her body as well. Lorena quirked her eyebrows up, offering another playful at him.

"I like you, but if you don't wanna make something out of this, that's fine. I'll let you have some fun with no strings attached."

Bruce thought to himself, perhaps that was Lorena's way of asking if he had a significant other. The answer was obviously no, but he wasn't going to tease her about it.

"Take off your clothes, honey..."

Before he could say anything in return, Lorena set the stage for what she wanted. She knew he wasn't going to resist her. Lorena didn't have to put on a game of seduction to captivate Bruce's complete attention. From his right hand side was the bed, sitting in the center of the bedroom. A lamp post was on both sides with black stands. Lorena had activated both lamps before he arrived in the room. Dim lights were cast, creating just enough gleam to illuminate the room. Black sheets covered the bed that had been properly made up hours ago with three large pillows up front near a steel headboard at the top. Bruce took one look forward before he lowered his eyes down to the front of his shorts and began to take them off first. As he unbuttoned them, Lorena could be heard pushing herself down on the bed.

With her buttocks bouncing slightly, the model let out a soft moan before caressing her own skin down to her hips and then sliding her booty shorts off. She had hooked her thumbs down, using them to shove down and then kicking the shorts across the room with her left foot. Bruce was slightly distracted by this action, glancing down at the floor before bringing his eyes back to Lorena. For a moment, he stood there and took in the view of her long slender legs. His eyes surveyed, studying them as he pushed his shorts down to his ankles and stood in a pair of white underwear. Lorena leaned up from the bed, arching her elbows down into the blanket below. She licked her lips as Bruce shoved his underwear down, revealing his semi-hard pole that awaited her. The grin that ran across her lips was enough to tell him what she wanted, but Bruce's eyes were elsewhere.