The job (CH) part 1
Part 2 and 3 here and here
She was working for them since they got recognition around the world, taking care of their editorials, interviews and their public appearances. Sure, their taste in fashion was strong, yet they needed advice from time to time and generally that was her job, plus other little things that added the pressure to make them feel good in their own skin. However, she liked working with them, because of their work ethic, as well as indulging in silly activities to keep them sane. Sure, it was hard for them to be apart from their loved ones, but living the dream was pretty amazing. She enjoyed spending time with them, they were great human beings, always polite, but still with a temper from time to time.
For her it was hard working around them and then return back to the hotel and thinking of all the things she’d do to him. Most nights, she’d get in the room, strip down all the clothes and pleasure herself with his image in her mind, most times even looking at photos of him while reaching her climax. It was fine just like that, but you would sometimes catch her daydreaming about him, usually when there was a coffee break or she was alone in a room. Her mind would instantly fly away thinking of how it could be. Would he be the same? Would he enjoy spending time with her? She always imagined him as being the same uninterested guy as he was now, but a little more passionate in bed. She liked this image so much, she almost every night fell asleep with this image popping up in front of her eyes. Again, she was fine just the way it was, but the sexual tension she felt in his presence, when her clit slowly heated only by sensing his perfume around her, that was hard to contain.
Yet, for a couple of weeks she was so stressed about their future project, and her tricky mind was occupied for multiple days with something else than his bulge between her legs.
“Is there someone in here?” Calum screamed from across the hall.
“Living room” she replied, never taking her eyes away from the laptop. “Yes! I got it!” she screamed in excitement and clapping her hands. “I know what to do!” she said back to him, knowing he was a step away from the room.
“What do you mean, love?” he asked.
“I know the visuals of the campaign! Come here, it’s truly great!” she playfully said. In front of the pinboard she could clearly see the campaign for their new album, along with their outfits and covers. It was great to finally find the perfect idea and she knew no one would complain, it was far too great to reject it. He came close to her and she pointed to the laptop, then at the board and he saw what she meant. Yes, he liked this new visual, but he always liked her work, so it wasn’t a surprise he came up with that; she was a great individual and he liked her presence.
Calum was, as well, aware of her feelings. He caught this impression of her being a little too restrictive regarding her gestures around him. He also have been seeing her behaving normally with his friends, female and male, but she had some kind of a glimpse whenever he caught her looking at him. He too found her extremely beautiful and wanted to roughly pound her, but he also had a big ego and only talked to influencers, precisely the other side of the spectrum of what she was. She was the girl next door, he was the macho and he didn’t know how to approach her and even so, they worked together and it was something they both avoided. They were so similar, but so caught up with other things they couldn’t realize how good they fit together. Still, he enjoyed looking at her ass whenever she was bending over a table or peeking down at her cleavage the days she was wearing some revealing top. This was one of that days: her tits were perking through the pink corset blouse, showing off her clavicle as well. The skinny jeans were perfectly complimenting her tiny waist and cupping the big butt, he almost felt like pinching her cheeks, seeing if they were real. She looked very pleasant and he felt a sudden rush of blood to his length, making him uncomfortable to stay up beside her.
“It sure looks very cool. How did you come up with that?”
“Mainly Dua Lipa, mixed with CALM visuals, plus these architectural style I found on Pinterest. Phew, I can finally breath free” and masturbate to your pic tonight she added in her mind. She was now aware how close she was to him, smelling his perfume and looking at the veins poking through his arms. She felt the sweat slowly forming on her forehead as she looked at his body bent over her desk, his back heavenly sculpted, showing the strong physique he had. He was a true piece of art and she enjoyed looking at him making moves, showing his flesh in different positions every day, fantasizing about digging her hails into it and feeling the warmth of his caramel tone.
He was doing that on purpose, to make her breath harder that usual, to finally see her pupils getting bigger and her voice pitching a high voice. It made him hard to see her aroused and he loved every second of it.
“You truly are amazing, as usual.The guys will love it, no wonders. I particularly like this black outfit here” he pointed to the casual, yet elegant black outfit she specifically set for him. She knew he would like it. Again, they were the same, but still different and both enjoying each other’s company.
“Thank you” she breathed, relieved by his answers. He then got up and turned around to face her. She was pretty tall, but he was taller that her, almost dominating her anytime they were next to each other. It was something he enjoyed when standing next to her, this dominance installed between them, his easiness to grab her shoulders and pin her to his chest, smelling her hair and sweet perfume. It was for moments like this when he felt he had to taste her lips, upper and lower, to check if they’re as sweet as he always imagined. As he was looking at her, he saw her glistening eyes searching for his and felt a nod in his throat.
“You always do such a good job” he admitted and placed a hand on her shoulder, then slowly moved to her face, stroking her cheek. His mind was saying to stop, but his body couldn’t. He knew it wasn’t good and he should’ve stopped, yet he wanted it for so long that it felt almost natural to do it right there, right in that moment.
Her eyes widened to his touch, not knowing what to say or do. After a second or two she parted her lips trying to say something, but quickly closed her mouth. What could she actually say? Her mind continuously flickered two responses: stop, do it, stop, do it, stop and so on. Her anxiety was slowly kicking in, turning her into a stone, not being capable of saying something. She felt helpless, it was all in the palm of his hands and he got to save her from embarrassing herself.
His delicate fingers slowly found their way to her lips, touching them, feeling the softness of the skin. He then stopped and put his hands into his pockets, realizing what he was doing, but he already had opened the Pandora’s box and it was hard to move on with their previous relationship, that he knew for sure. She remained still, screaming at him in her mind to never stop, but she was so weak and frightened. It was impossible for her to contain herself, goosebumps shaking her spine and slowly getting her temples trembling. Anxiety was on full speed, she wanted to catch his hand and kiss him, straddle him, but her body couldn’t.
“I’m sorry, I…” he whispered and he looked down at his shoes.
She got the courage to ask him “You what?”, almost begging him to give her an answer, to understand something. She felt like screaming, overwhelmed at how crazy that situation was, craving more of his touch.
He stood there thinking of a lie he could make up. In a second he thought about saying he was lacking sex and she was available, but it was degrading, or playing it dumb or simply tell the truth. His mouth opened and, as if it got a mind of it’s own, he said “I like you”. Instead of saying it, he would’ve liked to kiss her lips, but he was afraid he might get rejected, it was better that way.
She was in awe, remained still, her hands feeling heavier than usual and her core bursting into something she never felt, her heart beating so fast he could actually hear.
“What do you mean?” she added, needing more explaining. She couldn’t risk interpreting wrong.
He sighed and rolled his eyes while tilting his head up. Why was she so persuasive? Why couldn’t she let it go just the way it was?
“I mean… gosh, I don’t know…” he paused again, somehow begging for her to finish his sentences.
She was was feeling strange, she felt like he was mocking her. It was hard talking to him, he was so introverted, never showing off his feelings and always playing cool, as if he didn’t care about anything than his persona. The air thickened, but she could hear murmurs down the hall, the band coming in the room. She furiously looked at him and he looked back at her, seeing the anger building up in her and not knowing what to say. He was saved by the bell, as one would say, as the band got into the room and interrupted them.
Part 2 and 3 here and here
