The Photo Club (featuring Aurelie Claudel, Adriana Lima, Heidi Klum, Ines Rivero

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Posted on C-S-S-A.com in 2002.
Author: Jus

Finally, the debut of my new erotic thriller “The Photo Club” I decided to re-tell the story of LOP rather than continue it, and I’m sure everyone will be pleased with this one.

-I’d like to hear everyone’s thoughts and opinions on it, as well.

I also decided to start it off with my favorite French model, Aurelie Claudel.

-Enjoy

The Photo Club: Chapter 1 – Aurelie Claudel

One of the odd traits we had picked up over the years we knew each other was we could tell when exactly when the other would tip over. It was usually after the fifth drink. This was my sixth. Joel Elision was the type of person who would simply let you drink yourself away, relaxed, and totally carefree. He sat on the barstool beside me, wearing his shades, holding onto his beer mug. He was about 28- a year older than I- but emotionally ten years younger than I was.

His hair was dusty blonde, compared to my jet-black, and when you spoke to him it was clear from his accent that he had more than just a little Scottish blood in his veins, and in a head-to-head drinking contest he could definitely win out two out of three times.

The pub, when one looked at it objectively, was a complete wreak- the bar was sticky, the light was noxiously fluorescent, and the food was greasy. But, nonetheless, Joel insisted we come to that exact place each time we went to New York.

At about the time I had half finished my sixth one, the door swung open, and a light brunette woman with short hair stepped in, took one look at us, and shook her head. “Marcus Kane and Joel Elision. What a surprise to find you here, drowning your regrets in cheap booze.”

We glanced over our shoulders, at the girl who was standing directly behind us, with her hands on hips, and a big grin on her face. She sat down on the empty barstool beside me.

“Hello to you too, Aurelie.” I said plainly. “I like what you’ve done to your hair.”

She smiled, appreciating the compliment. I knew her when she had long tresses of dark brown hair down to her back, but she always looked great no matter what, in my opinion.

“Can’t wait for tomorrow’s show.” Joel said, tipping the contents of the shot glass into his mouth and setting it on he bar. He dropped off the barstool and headed for the door. “Can you drive us back to the hotel, Aurelie,” He slurred. “I suspect that Marcus may be a little plastered.”

I grinned- Joel was the one who had difficulty holding his liquor. I grabbed his arm before he fell on his ass and led him to the door, following Aurelie.

**

Tom Jennings frowned at the dartboard, which seemed to be silently mocking him from across his office. A tacky particleboard desk sat in the middle of the room, an open switchblade speared into the surface, holding down the latest case file, should a sudden draft of wind happen to blow through the office. The dilapidated remains of that afternoon’s lunch sat in the corner.

There was a solid knock on the door before it opened, revealing John Walsh, holding another manila folder in his hands and a Styrofoam cup in the other. “Long day,” He said. “But I have something that may interest you.” He slapped the folder on top of Jennings’ desk. “Have a look.”

Jennings jabbed his darts into the corner of the desk and flipped opened the folder. He didn’t like what he saw. “You can’t be serious.” He said. He looked to Walsh for a giveaway smirk or a telltale snigger, but found none. “You are serious.” He said bitterly, “And just when this job was getting boring.”

Being a police detective in the middle of Hollywood was, Tom Jennings figured, one of the worst decisions he had ever made in his life. Although the pay was usually good, it wasn’t worth constantly listening to which celebrities was having an affair with another, and panicked visitors who had fallen victim of a cruel joke in the form of a death threat. There was rarely anything to catch his attention, other than the priceless bullshit that seemed to be floating everywhere he turned. But after looking at the file Walsh had handed him, he decided to give this one a chance.

He looked in the mirror, getting himself ready to meet his new client, and a quietly handsome man of 31 looked back, dirt brown hair slicked back, wearing the most formal suit he could find in his closet on short notice. He returned to his desk in time to see John tapping on the glass that sectioned off his office from the rest of the department. A younger blonde woman stood behind him, a look of anxiety in her light blue eyes.

Jennings waved them in. Walsh opened the door and kept out of the way as the girl sat down.

“So, Miss… Cole, tell me everything. Leave no detail uncovered.”

The girl clamped a hand over her mouth, clearly frightened of something. “It started a week ago.” She said. “It wasn’t this bad then… not like this.” She opened her purse and placed a sheet of paper folded in a square on the desk. Jennings picked it up, unfolded, and looked it over. “You’re going to pay for this, you slut.” He read, “I’m gonna love watching you bleed.” He set the note on the desk and examined the writing closer “This was written in…”

“…Blood.” The girl finished.

Jennings picked it up and handed it to Walsh. “Have this run though at the lab.”

Walsh took it, nodded, and stepped out. Jennings returned his attention to the girl.

“Who do you think it is?” He asked plainly.

The girl laughed nervously, pulling a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of her purse. “If I knew that I wouldn’t be coming to the cops. Mind if I smoke?”

“Yes.” He frowned. “Listen- this isn’t a joke.” He glanced down at the girl’s file again. Melissa Cole- aged 17, a bit actress, with enough of a past to cover at least forty suspects right off. He just wanted to hear it from the girl. Only the girl wasn’t ready to talk.

Jennings smiled, and handed her a card. “Nice talking to you, Miss Cole. If you have any more problems, call this number.” He watched her get up and leave. He looked over the file for a few moments, pushed out of his seat, pulled out the darts, and hurled them into the dartboard. “There’s something she’s not saying.” He said to Walsh, who was leaning against the doorframe.

“Listen, Tom. That test may take a while. You need some fresh air and a nice, cold draft.”

Jennings nodded, glanced menacingly at the defiant dartboard, and walked out behind Walsh.

**

Aurelie pulled into the parking lot outside our room and unlocked the door.

“Thanks a lot for this.” I said, opening my door. I got out and opened the back door to help Joel to his feet. Aurelie opened the door and helped me get him on one of the two twin sized beds in the room. My friend was out cold the second he hit the mattress. Aurelie and I collapsed on the other.

I didn’t notice at first, but I could feel Aurelie’s hand gently rubbing the back of my neck. I looked back and saw her smiling. “You know, this reminds me of the time you and Joel got drunk at a party back in Tampa. I had to drive you home in the middle of the night.” She turned he head away coyly. “Well, if remember that, you ought to remember what happened next.”

I thought for a while, and saying nothing more I kissed her passionately, holding her close, running my hands across her back. When I pulled away, she grinned, “Still a great kisser.” She said, getting up on her knees and pulling her shirt over her head, freeing her firm, supple breasts.

I shook my head, smiling. In all the years I had know Aurelie, she was never one to wear a bra, and, judging from the absence of a tan line, never one to wear swimsuits either. She unbuttoned my shirt and opened it, slowly covering my chest with wet, tantalizing kisses. She covered one of my nipples with her mouth and traced around it with her tongue, sending electric thrills up my spine. When she was done, she lifted her head, pushed me gently against the headboard, and slid my shorts and briefs down my legs, moved her face over my rigid member, enclosed it in her mouth, and began sucking on it. I let out a gasp or two, and looked over to make sure that Joel was still asleep.

“What if he wakes up?” I moaned, trying my best not to bang my head on the wall.

When she finally finished, she looked up and shrugged. “He would sleep though the end of the world.” Aurelie smiled and crawled up to kiss me, and laid down on beside me, daring me to make to next move. I unbuttoned her denim shorts and pulled them down, revealing a pair of black satin panties. I moved my hands down her belly, and under the panties, feeling around for a while, envoking a ticklish giggle from Aurelie. I hooked my thumbs on the rim of the panties and pulled them down.

Aurelie’s pubic hair was stylishly trimed in a thin V over her clit, which was very aroused at the moment. With that done, I lowered my head and showed her my appreciaton, delving my tongue into her clit, feeling Aurelie’s hand pushing the back of my head. It took me a while before I hit her sweet spot, but when I did, a flood of her tangy cunt juice surged into my mouth, causing Aurelie to let out a muffled cry.

We both let out a sigh of relief when Joel merely mumbled and rolled over, pulling the covers over his head. We laughed and rolled playfully under the covers for a while, before we realized how late it was. I kissed Aurelie and pulled the covered down. “We’ll have to finish this later,” I promised as we quickly dressed and hurried out the door to pick up my car from where we left it in the bar parking lot.

**

Tom Jennings watched the small TV screen above the bar as he guzzled down his Heineken. Walsh sat on the next stool, nursing his Jack Daniels and Coke.

Suddenly, a Volkswagen commercial was replaced by a news anchor, calmly reporting a homocide. Jennings told the barkeep to turn the volume up. Both men listened until the picture of the woman who had been murdered was flashed on the screen. At that point, Walsh had to set his glass down on the counter, to prevent it from dropping from his hand to the floor. Jennings could do nothing other than look up at the picture of the woman he had spoken to only an hour before.

And then, the picture was gone, never to be heard from again. Jennings emptied his bottle, left his tip, and glided out though the door.

**

With a long match, Aurelie lit a candle, shedding a dim light in the bedroom of her condo.

She looked looked up at me. She had fixed her hair into short, springy waves, some of which hung carelessly over her face. She wore a dark purple negligee with black trim and embroidered flowers, the bottom continued into a short, light purple skirt of silk that clung almost fluidly over her perfectly shaped legs. She switched her radio on to some light jazz, and turned to face me.

“So,” She said, moving next to me. “Where were we?”

I grabbed her up and laid her on the bed, kissing her on the way down. I sent my hands under the skirt- and found out she was not wearing anything under it. I worked my shorts off and pushed the skirt up enough to slip my member effortlessly into her hole, and began pumping at a steady pace. I gently squeezed and massaged her breasts under the silky material of her nightgown- she responded with a soft sigh.

After about 5 or six minutes of that, I decided to pick up the pace. My cock slid in and out of her wet clit like the piston of a steam engine, and not soon thereafter I shot a jet of cum out into her, causing her body to convulse around me in orgasm as she let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

We kissed for a while longer, wrapped tightly in the covers. I watched her sleep peacefully, combing my hand though her hair before I silently slipped out, threw my clothes on and closed the door quietly behind me as I returned to my car.

Jennings glared at the open manila folder for a long time.

It had everything- evidence pulled off the scene of the murder, photos of the scene, as well as coroner’s report. He set it aside and picked up another folder, opened it, and dumped the contents out onto the surface of his desk.

It contained a single photograph- black and white- of Melissa Cole. She looked much more glamorous than when she had come to see him. She was wearing a simple black dress and a pearl necklace. Her hair was curled up, her hands were folded in her lap, and a sedate smile was on her lips.

Jennings stared at the picture with disbelief.

He picked the previous folder back up and retrieved a small plastic bag from it and, with a gloved hand, drew out a pearl necklace. A small folded scrap of paper hung from the end. He unfolded the note and read the message that had been scrawled out in red:

“This is not over.”

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The Photo Club: Chapter 2 – Adriana Lima

The question now you’re probably asking is “what exactly is the Photo Club?” The only problem with that question is I still don’t fully know. But what I do know is that the Photo Club is a prestigious guild of photographers. Joel Elision and I are relatively new, but it seems that members of the Photo Club enjoy surrounding themselves with beautiful women and driving in expensive cars.

Joel and I were sitting in one of our favorite dives back in Tampa when one of the aforementioned cars pulled into the parking lot. Joel glanced at me with a faint grin. “You owe me twenty bucks now, Mark.” He turned to the door, which had opened just then. Two women stepped inside. Aurelie, and a woman I immediately recognized as the latest Brazilian supermodel, Adriana Lima.

“How does she do it?” I muttered.

Adriana walked up to the booth we were sitting in, dressed in a red sport bra and blue jeans, her wavy black hair pulled back. Aurelie was dressed slightly more conservatively in a yellow sundress, carrying a plastic bag in each hand. Both women looked at us like we were children caught with our hands in the cookie jar. I set down my beer glass and smiled the most innocent smile I could manage. “Hey, babe.” I said to Aurelie, and gestured to the empty spot next to me in the booth. “Have a seat.”

“I can’t stay.” She said, “I just came to drop off Adriana. I figured you would be here.” She made a pert smile, turned, and left, apparently not wanting to admit that she had once been the girlfriend of a bum like myself. Adriana sat down next to Joel. “I saw you at the show last week.” She said to us. “I’ve wanted to meet you ever since.”

“Not much to us, is there?” I asked, still confused why Aurelie had seemed so agitated. Then I remember I had walked out on her. I’d never hear the end of it, even though I’d have to remind her that she had done it first.

Adriana shrugged. “You’re don’t look like most the other guys.” She said. “But that isn’t a bad thing.” A third glass arrived, so I poured Adriana some of our nectar from the pitcher.

I took a quick sip, then pushed out and walked over to the dartboard. I plucked the three darts out of the wall and started hurling them at the board.

**

The dart cut though the air like a bullet and hit the bullseye square in the center.

Tom Jennings cursed loudly when it bounced off and spun across the room. Just at that moment the door swung open and Walsh sidled in with a stack of papers. He appraised the situation for a moment and briefly considered walking out and coming back in a few hours.

“I’m going to get a new dartboard.” Jennings growled. He turned to Walsh and inquired about the papers.

“The results for the blood test regarding the note from the Melissa Cole case.” He explained, handing his burden over to Jennings. “And a few other things you may want to take a look at.”

“A tape?” He asked, peeking into a large manila envelope.

“And the rest of the evidence from the room she was found in.” There were also photographs and various papers as well, but Tom started with the test results.

“Type AB,” He said. “And it doesn’t match any known suspects.” He dropped it on the desk. “Twelve hours and that’s all they can come up with?” He picked up the coroner’s report. “This is interesting- She had indentations on her wrists and ankles, with deep cuts in her…” He set the paper down and put a hand on his face, letting out a deep breath.

“You want to see the pictures, now?” Walsh asked.

“Does it look like I want to look at any fucking pictures right now?” He replied. “We’ll go to the hotel room she was found in tonight. Until then… What’s on this tape?”

“Later.” Walsh said severely, “Trust me- later.”

Tom slid the tape into the machine and sat down on the sofa in his apartment.

The image on the screen was dark, but he could make out the shapes without any trouble- a naked woman, lying prostrate on a bed, a man standing over her, running his hands over her body. The timer on the VCR indicated it lasted for a full ten minutes before the woman awoke, drowsy, as if drugged. The man produced a small knife from the back of his jeans and drove it into her vagianal reigon. He could see the woman thrashing and screaming, but there was no sound. He quickly stopped the tape and made a beeline for the bathroom, threw the lid up and began vomiting. When it was over, he sat down on the tile floor and stared sobbing.

**

The sun was peeking over the horizon, casting a distorted reflection on the surging ocean water. A few lone sea birds glided overhead. Joel and Adriana were talking on the porch of our beach house. I glanced back once before returning to the rickety lawn chair, just in time to catch the end of their conversation- something about the club.

Joel chuckled as I approached, as if entertaining some personal joke. Adriana seemed perfectly calm, a cool smile on her face. I had noticed for the first time just then how the sea breeze was blowing though her hair, which was hanging freely across her neck.

Joel leaned over and explained the source of his amusement in a low voice.

“I don’t know what happened with you and Aurelie.” He said, “But remember one thing- you’re not together anymore.” He glanced at my empty bottle, slightly disappointed, then continued. “It’s not like me to hand out pointers to you like this, but…” He shrugged. “…But I’m sure Adriana knows a few things to take your mind off it.”

He let that hang in the air for a second before sitting back. “So why don’t you kids get ready for dinner, I’ll just be out here if you need me.”

What are friends for?

I had unbuttoned my shirt, tossed it on the bed, and was looking though the closet for as formal a shirt as I could find, when the door opened quietly, and someone approached me from behind.

A smooth hand slid across my neck and moved down my back. I turned to face Adriana, standing inches away from me. Her olive skin was glistening with sweat, either from the heat or excitement, or both, and the look on her face told me she hadn’t come in just to say hi.

Without a word, her red sport bra came off, exposing her breasts. She took my hands and placed them on top of them. My first instinct was to squeeze, which I did, lightly, and then to pinch her dark brown nipples.

She silently unzipped my shorts and pulled them down with my boxers. She looked at my member, which had grown erect, took it in her hands and began jerking it off like there was no tomorrow. I had to hold on to her shoulders to keep myself steady, but it stopped not much later, and I felt Adriana’s lips pass over the head, and then my entire cock was in her mouth. Her tongue began working over it, leaving no inch uncovered. I could feel her fingernails brush over the bottom of my balls, and then her fingertips gently playing with my sack as she sucked away. My right hand moved from her shoulder to the back of her head, and I guided her up and down. It was unnecessary- Adriana knew exactly what she was doing.

When she was done, she looked up at me, her raven black hair hanging almost to the floor, and our eyes met- for a second- and I could see the blind passion burning inside them.

She didn’t even bother getting on the bed. She just pulled down her jeans, laid back, and spread her legs. Her clit was somewhat innocent of pubic hair, so I could see her pussy lips- aroused and inviting.

I got on top of her and thrust my member into her- I was well lubricated, so it wasn’t too hard- and began driving it like a jackhammer. The only sounds from Adriana were the loud moans she made as her whole body seemed to move- her hips moving forward into my thrusts, and her torso moving up and down, supported by her arms, and she threw her head back, and opened her mouth into a little o of pleasure. She then brought her face up and kissed me for the first time. Our tongues met for a long moment and then pulled back. She held the kiss, as she had been saving it for this moment all day.

I felt my orgasm coming. I was unsure of if she was wearing protection, so I pulled out, and then, like a volcano, a jet of sperm erupted from my cock and splattered across her belly. She smiled, and kissed me again. “Feeling better?” She asked softly.

We showered together, but other than a few stray kisses, nothing else happened. We got out and dried, then walked out onto the back porch. I slipped my hand around Adriana’s waist and looked out at the sea. I could hear Joel playing his acoustic guitar out front- another of his many talents. I smiled at Adriana, who seemed to be in her own thoughts. I brushed my fingers though her wet hair, pulling her out of her trance. She smiled warmly and slipped back inside.

She must have bought a dress when she was out with Joel. I hadn’t noticed. She dropped her towel and put it on. It was a long, black, sequined dress, which went more than well with her complexion. I told her how great she looked and pulled on a black jacket and then strapped on a gold watch I got from Joel.

We walked out, and met Joel, who was waiting for us at the front door.

He looked different -more mature- in his black tux and vest. He wore a red bowtie and his hair was combed back. “Just like old times, Mark?” He said, and opened the door.

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The Photo Club: Chapter 3 – Heidi Klum and Ines Rivero

I have to admit that I was a little perturbed when the phone started ringing at 10:30 PM. I was surprised to discover that it was Anthony King -the very man who determined the fate of my career- who was calling me that night.

“Mr. King,” I said, trying to compose myself as if I was speaking to him personally. I had no idea what to say, so I simply blurted out, “Is there something I can do for you?”

King paused for a few dangerous seconds and then chuckled lightly. “No, I was actually more interested in what I can do for you. I am throwing a party
in a few hours, and I just remembered the good work you have done for the company. Consider yourself invited.” He paused, “I didn’t catch you at a bad time, did I?”

“Not at all.” I glanced down at the bedcovers, which just happened to be covering me at the moment. “I accept your invitation. Thank you, sir.”

“Think of this as a leap forward for your career, Mr. Kane.” And with that, he hung up. I threw the covers off and opened the closet, looking for the only formal clothing I possessed a clean white shirt and a black jacket with matching slacks.

***

I knew the way to King’s mansion in Tampa. It was a good six miles away, and at the time I left, King’s party had probably I full swing when I pulled into the packed driveway. I counted ten cars- all of them substantially more expensive than my own, and most of which I did not recognize.

I opened my door and stepped out, looking around at the scenes. I had both visited King’s residence several times before, but never at night, and it was a sight to see: lights were strung out around the perimeter of the estate by the yard, illuminating the front of the house, and spotlights threw tall columns of light into the sky. I hiked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.

King himself opened the door to greet me. He was a tall, fit, and well-tanned man, in his late forties. He smiled broadly and ushered me though the door. Inside was something I only dreamed of: Standing around the well-furnished living room, chatting and drinking, were women I immediately recognized, such as Laetitia Casta, Yamilla Diaz, Daniela Pestova, and Gisele Bundchen, with men who I could tell were various high level members of the Club.

King handed me a glass of chilled champagne from a tray and led me to a small den area where two women sat alone on a huge, overstuffed sofa. “Ladies,” He said, “Allow me to introduce Marcus Kane- one of our new photographers- I was wondering if you could show him what it is to be a member of the Photo Club.”

One was a blonde, who as a professional fashion photographer I recognized immediately as German-born model Heidi Klum. The other, whose black hair framed the angelic face that could only belong to Ines Rivero, held a short stemmed wineglass. They both seemed slightly amused.
“You might have seen them when you went to the lingerie show in New York last week.” King said. “You’ve done well, and I just wanted to thank you in the only way I knew how.” He stepped back, and started closing a sliding wood door. “Enjoy yourself, Mr. Kane.” He said before shut it tight.

I turned my attention to the two women, who were silently appraising me. Heidi was dressed in a flashy low cut red dress, honeysuckle blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, staring at me with cool brown eyes. Ines was a younger, Spanish woman, dressed in a more subtle black dress, which nicely complimented her hair, and her fair, olive complexion. Both women then set down their drinks and stepped forward.

Ines slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress, pulled it down her legs and kicked it aside. She wore a pearl white bra and lace panties- which little to cover anything up. She then helped Heidi with her zipper, which was on the back of her dress, and pulled it over her head, letting her hands roam over the taller woman’s body as she did so, and then let the dress fall to the floor like a corn husk, revealing the strapless red satin bra and panties Heidi wore beneath. They then turned and approached.

Ines removed my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt while Heidi slowly unzipped my slacks and slid her hand into my briefs. She yanked on my member for a while as Ines kissed my bare chest. Heidi stopped pulling and jerked my pants off, pulled down my briefs, and backed me into a wingback chair that was in the corner behind me.

She dumped my shirt on the floor, and traced her tongue up and down my chest, circling both of my nipples, then kissed me on the cheek as an afterthought. She then leaned back to unclasp her bra, and pulled it off.

Two hands with red-polished fingernails slipped under her armpits and covered her breasts just as the bra came off. Ines peeked over her shoulder, kissed Heidi on the neck, and smiled coyly at me. Heidi lifted her arms and guided my face to Ines. Our lips met for a wet, passionate kiss, and I could feel Ines’ tongue occasionally slip into my mouth. I then moved my arms up and pulled Ines closer to me, sandwiching Heidi between us. Ines released Heidi’s breasts -I could feel them press against my chest- and held onto the back of my head. After a few moments Ines pulled away, and lay down on the sofa. Heidi slid down to the floor, and finished pulling my slacks down. She licked the head of my prick with the tip of her tounge, and slid it into the wet sauna of her mouth, sucking on it like a popcicle. She finished with a long, sensual lick across the bottom of my member, then took my hands and led me to the sofa.

She laid her back sideways, on the end opposite from were Ines was sitting. I climbed on top of her rubbing my member against her thighs, and kissed her deeply, inhaling the rich, spicy perfume in her hair.

I kissed her on the neck and moved across to Ines, slipping my hand under her bra, gently pinching her nipple, invoking a quiet giggle- the first sound I heard from her. The second sound I heard from her was her soft moaning as I began massaging and kneading her breast, slightly stretching the material of her bra. I then used my free hand to reach back and pull the bra away.

Compared to Heidi, Ines’ breasts were much, much smaller, yet rather perky. I dropped the bra and brought my hand over her other breast, massaging and squeezing it as I kissed her. She whispered something inaudible in my ear, and bit down lightly on my earlobe. She gripped the rim of her panties and pulled them down far enough to uncover her clit. I positioned my member and began ramming it in and out of her hole. She was tight, but not too tight- and I could feel her hips buck under me, her small body moving in unison with my thrust.

I briefly glanced over at Heidi, who was watching silently, a thin smile across her lips as she played around in her panties, and then turned back to Ines and squeezed both of her breasts, and suckled them like a baby. My orgasm arrived at that moment- Ines cried out with pleasure as I pumped my essence into her small body. She leaned forward and kissed me.

Now it was Heidi’s turn- I crawled off of Ines, kissing her breasts, and got on top of Heidi, who appeared to be in the middle of a self-induced orgasm. She looked up with mild surprise and smiled wryly. She lifted her hand and touched her wet fingertips to my lips. I licked them clean one at a time, looking up occasionally, to see Ines watching from the other side. I turned back to Heidi held both her arms down onto the sofa and slid my member into her clit. She had already done a good job lubricated her channel, so it was smooth sailing. Her breathing got hot and heavy as I gradually worked up my pace.

At about that time, the door suddenly swung open, and Laetitia Casta stumbled in, spilling half of a champagne glass on her black sequined dress. She looked at us, gasping with surprise, then started giggling like a schoolgirl. Heidi waved her in, Laetitia tiptoed though the doorway, quietly closing the door and locking it behind her

Soft hands suddenly slid up my back, causing me to jerk- Heidi moaned, gripping my ass tightly.
Ines crawled up and kissed me lightly on the cheek. She then looked down at Heidi’s heaving breasts and lowed her face over them, kissing her nipples, and licked her sweet, sweaty skin. I felt Heidi’s hand loosen and move behind Ines’ head as the two women kissed passionately.
Heidi looked up at Laetitia, who was standing next to the sofa, took her hand, and slowly pulled her down onto the sofa- There was more than enough room for the French woman to lay between Heidi and Ines if she laid her head in Ines’ lap, and she had no problem doing that. The Spanish woman lowered her face to Laetitia and kissed her forehead while Heidi worked off her dress, taking her time to fondle Laetita’s world-famous, all-natural breasts, which were poking out slightly under the thin, gauzy material on the front of the dress, pulling at the fabric, loosening the buttons slowly, one at a time.

Heidi tugged on Laetitia’s unbuttoned dress until she worked it down to the French woman’s legs. Laetitia was not wearing a bra or panties, so Heidi kissed her breasts, nuzzling her nose in Laetitia’s cleavage, licking the flesh between her breasts.

Ines leaned over and started kissing Laetitia’s perfect face while Heidi lowered her face to Laetita’s hairless, aroused clit, slowly working her tongue around her channel. Laetitia moaned placidly, murmuring things in French, gently pressing Heidi’s head down. Ines then climbed on top of Laetitia to take a turn at suckling her breasts.

I reached over and squeezed Ines’ tight ass and positioned myself with her hole, which was jutting out enticingly in my face as the Spanish woman kissed and fondled Laetita’s breasts, and then pushed my cock into her, and held onto her sides for support as I hammered. I had never done it anally before, and wasn’t sure I was doing it right, But when Ines murmured for me to keep it up, I obliged.

“I’m cumming!” Laetitia suddenly moaned, rubbing her hands across Heidi’s smooth back. “I’m… oooohh Heidi… that feels… soooo… good…”

I could hear the noise of Heidi’s tongue lapping up the nectar that was flowing from Laetitia’s cunt.

I felt my own orgasm come as I ejected my load into Ines’ ass. She convulsed briefly, then lifted her face from Laetitia’s breasts.

Laetitia looked up at me, fingering her clit, and caressed my face with wet fingertips.

“Welcome to the Photo Club.” She breathed, and draped one hand over my neck. She turned around to face me, and smiled. Ines moved behind me, Heidi leaned against the arm of the sofa, and Laetitia lowered her head into Heidi’s lap, giving me a ‘come hither’ look. She had the face of an angel, but was wearing a devilish grin. Ines pressed lightly on my back with both hands, lowering me down to Laetita’s face and kissed her sweet lips. Heidi lifted my head for a second to sneak in a kiss on my forehead, and Ines was busy covering my back with her own kisses as I lowered my eager cock into Laetitia’s pussy. I began to slowly piston in and out of Laetitia, holding the kiss with Heidi, and getting kissed on the chest and neck by Laetitia. Ines started licking up and down my back. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life and I experienced it only a few times after this.

But that is a different story.

I felt my balls smacking into Laetitia’s back, feeling the body heat between the three women, and at that moment my seed shot out like a canon into Laetitia’s body. She let out a gasp of pleasure and sighed. Heidi broke our kiss, and, so I lowered my head and kissed Laetitia on the cheek, holding her tightly against me, her strong thighs milking every last drop from my cock.

Ines pushed up on my back, raising herself up to Heidi’s face -Heidi took her face and pulled her in to kiss her- I could hear the smacking above me. She then laid her head against the flat of my back, holding me in her warm, tight embrace as I lay over Laetitia, who was making use of her pillow in Heidi’s lap to drift off into a trance while I passed the time kneading her breasts.

Ines climbed off about twenty minutes later and pulled her dress back on, then Heidi and Laetitia followed her example. They took turns kissing me goodbye before Heidi unlocked the door and stepped out. Joel stepped in right after them, took one look at me, lying on the sofa in my briefs, and wondered if he had come at a bad time. “I hear you got lucky tonight,” He said, throwing me my slacks. “I just came to tell you something.”

“What?” I asked, pulling up my slacks, then throwing on my shirt.

“Remember Melissa Cole, back in college?”

I nodded, remembering the name vaguely.

“She turned up dead yesterday in Southern California.”

***

Tom Jennings sat on his sofa, draining the fifth scotch in… what… and hour? He looked at the photo of Melissa Cole and shook his head and poured another glass when a knock came on his door.

He stumbled to his feet and threw it open- a plain, unmarked envelope lay in the hallway outside his apartment. He snatched it up and collapsed back on the sofa. He then tore the envelope open and slid the photograph inside onto his palm.

It was a black and white photograph of a young woman, a woman who looked much like Melissa. Tom shook his head, “No.” He dropped the photo on the table and shook his head in disbelief. “Oh, no.” He groaned, burying his face in his palms.

The photo on the table was of the young actress, Natalie Portman.

He looked up with bloodshot eyes, and picked up the phone, which was collapsed on the floor, quickly dialing a number, then clearing his throat after it picked up. “John.” He said, “Meet me at the office in two hours. It’s time to check the hotel room where Melissa Cole was murdered.”

“I was just about to call you, Tom. You don’t sound too good. Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. I just had a long night. I got a little present in the mail.”

“What?”

“I’ll tell you about it later- I’m still working out its relevance to the case. I gotta go- see you at the office.” And with that he dropped the phone back on the cradle, emptying the remainder of the bottle into his glass, tossing his head back and dumping it down his gullet. He studied the bottle for a moment, then tossed it carelessly aside.

He picked the picture up and flipped it over, studying the red writing scrawled onto the back:

“Do you like games, Detective Jennings? This is just the beginning.”

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The Photo Club: Chapter 4 - Megan Ewing

“How did it happen?” I asked, setting a full glass of water on the coffee table. The next day seemed slow somehow, as if we were all stuck in quicksand, but never got to sinking.

“From what I’m hearing, it was rape.” Joel drained the glass and went for more. “I just heard from a friend. Greg Osborne. We were all in the same art class. Megan always liked to model. She had the most perfect body… It’s just hard to believe it happened. Who would want to do this to her?”

Any response I had was cut short by the phone ringing. I answered it quickly, expecting
a call from King. “Hello?”

“Good morning, Mr. Kane- or can I call you Marcus?”

“Marcus would be fine.”

“Well then, Marcus. I heard about what happened, and I would like to extend my condolences. But I’d like for you to come in today. I have a special job for you, as well as another gift- I think you’re gonna like it.”

“Of course. I’ll be right over.” I set the phone down and turned to Joel. “Duty calls. See you later.”

***

Tony King’s office was almost as extravagant as his home. Exotic plants decorated each corner and hung from the ceiling. The room was also filled with artwork of every kind from paintings to sculpture. I recognized one of Joel’s paintings. It was of a young woman leaning back against a tree, naked. It was so realistic, it was almost photographic in resemblance.

“You like it?” King asked, sitting relaxed in his chair. “Your friend has quite a talent. I would want the name of that lady… well, if she was real actually.” He chuckled lightly.

“Erica.” I said, recalling. “Erica was her name. Joel painted that five years ago. He met a girl in the park one time. They saw something in each other that to this day I don’t understand. That evening he took her to a quiet spot in the woods and painted that. He never even got her last name. Never saw her again after that day.”

King’s smirk faded away. “I never thought of it like that. I believe I have a newfound respect for Mr. Elision. Please have a seat.”

I sat, and King waited a few moments. He then smiled. “Would you like to see your present, or do you want to hear about your job first?”

As of late, I hadn’t been disappointed in Tony King’s gifts. I took the first choice.

King nodded. “First, we need a drink.” He flipped on an intercom, then spoke. “Angela, could you bring in two whiskies, please?”

The door opened moments later, and in stepped a girl in her mid-twenties, carrying a tray with two ice-filled glasses and a bottle of Canadian Mist. She was vaguely Mediterranean, with smooth light olive skin. Skin that was not well concealed by her thin, black camisole shift. Her black hair was pulled back and held up by a hairpin.

She set the tray down on the desk and headed for the door when King looked up. “Please wait a moment, Angela.” The girl obediently stopped, and waited silently. “Would you be so kind as to disrobe for my friend, Marcus, here?”

Angela blushed slightly, then briskly shed her camisole, revealing underneath a red satin bra and panties which did even less to hide her luscious flesh. She did a few turns, showed off her tight hips, small yet supple breasts, and anything else she could jut out to me. All the while King kept on a face that said

‘Look-but-don’t-touch.’ Well, At least not yet.

“Angela’s an aspiring model.” King explained. “She’s just been looking for a break. She just found one.” He smiled, then turned to Angela and dismissed her.

“You like?” He asked after she was gone.

I nodded.

“Good. Consider her my next gift to you. One thing, however- the job.” He set down a manila folder and opened it, revealing a profile.

“Megan Ewing.” He read, sipping his drink. “Currently on a two-year ad campaign for Guess?” He turned a page. “Miss Ewing would like to expand her horizons and she’s coming here. The shoot is scheduled for tonight.”

***

The studio King used was little more than an old renovated warehouse. Lighting and camera equipment were strewn out everywhere, and wiring and exposed cables were abundant. I turned on the lights, and was rather surprised to see Kim Smith standing there, an the black silk undergarments she was wearing suggested to me that she was not just here on business.

“I thought Megan was going to be here.” I said, stepping inside.

“Oh, she’s on her way.” She replied in a low, sultry voice, moved closer and began to loosen my pants. “But I’m going beck to Texas in two days, and I wanted to see you for myself. I’ve heard a lot of interesting stories, and I’m a skeptical girl at heart.”

Kim reached in and started jerking me off as hard as she could, her face hovering inches away from mine. She pushed me up against the wall, pulled my pants down and wrapped her hand over my member, moving up and down the full length. She then leaned forward and kissed me fervently, exploring my mouth with her tongue then got on her knees and ran her tongue over my cock and closed her mouth over it.

“I’m cumming,” I gasped shortly. Kim pulled my member out of her mouth, and a jet of semen shot out and onto her bra. I pulled her up and kissed her as she slowly massaged her breasts. She moved her hands to embrace me.

At that moment, the door opened, and Megan Ewing stepped in, wearing a black sweat drenched T-shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of sunglasses, her wet, brown hair pulled back. She lowered the sunglasses when she saw us, her eyes wide with surprise, but then, strangely enough, smiled. “Kim!” She said. “Am I interrupting something?”

Kim looked up, pulled herself away from me to walk over to Megan, and pressed herself against her. “You’re just in time.”

Kim’s whispered something into Megan’s ear, and both women grinned quite devilishly. “Look at what you did.” She mock-scolded me, running her hands over the other woman’s hips. “You got her undies all messed up. Now we’re going to have to take them off and clean them.” She reached behind Kim’s back unclasped the bra, and threw it aside.

Without any further words Megan covered Kim’s left breast with her mouth, then moved her face over and licked some of the cum that had been sprayed in Kim’s cleavage, then moved to her right breast and suckled it for a while before unzipping her jeans and laying down on the cool tile floor. Kim dropped down beside her, pulled Megan’s sandals off her feet and slowly drew her jeans down her legs, revealing a pair of red lace panties. Kim pulled them halfway down before dipping her face into Megan’s neatly shaven pussy and eating it out like there was no tomorrow.

As I watched, I realized my member was rock hard, and my own hand was moving over the shaft. I crawled over to Megan -her eyes were closed tightly and she was moaning softly- and pushed the tip of my cock to her lips. She opened her eyes, guided it into her mouth, and began sucking on it.

Kim moved up and started licking Megan’s belly, running her tongue over every inch of her moist skin, holding her arms down to the floor as she did. Megan’s lips curled into a sublime smile as she slipped off my member and lay back on the floor.

I took one of her breasts and began squeezing it- she wasn’t wearing a bra under her soaked T-shirt; I could see erect nipples poking through the fabric. I then pulled the shirt over her head and moved my face over her bosom, and Kim did the same. I lowered my mouth onto her left breast and proceeded to cover it with licks and kisses while Kim worked on the right. Megan’s breasts were smaller than Kim’s, both punctuated with a pink nipple -erect as a bottle cork- which I gave a slow, erotic tongue bath for a while until Megan’s soft moans had quickly evolved into deep groans.

I lifted my head once or twice to exchange wet kisses with Kim before Megan sat up and, putting her hands behind our heads, guided us into a long, passionate kiss.

I set Kim down below me, and positioning my cock above her opening, I lowered into her and began pistoning in and out while Megan, getting between my legs, licked my balls as they slapped wetly over Kim’s skin, a sensation I am not about to forget.

I got a sudden batch off, spraying it into Kim, while getting some on Megan’s face. Kim’s body rocked with pleasure below me, and she let out a sharp cry of estacy.

I pulled out of her, and Kim, seeing the cum dripping down Megan’s cheek, quickly licked the other woman’s face clean, and for an encore kissed her on the lips, embracing her tightly. I quick got beside them, pushed my face between them in and kissed their breasts, which were crushed against each other at the time, as the two women pressed their bodies closer and tighter together. They both used a hand to push my face deeper into the space between them, so I set to work licking, using my own hands to push up on their tense asses, squeezing their warm flesh into my face. Kim slipped down to her knees and resumed chewing out Megan’s pussy until she finally pushed her back onto the ground.

Kim took my right hand and placed it over Megan’s clit, then took my left hand and placed it over her own left breast. She then dipped her left hand into Megan’s opening and began moving it up and down in a thrusting motion while using her free hand to massage her own right breast. After exchanging a silent glance with Kim, I slid my hand into Megan’s wet pussy and helped Kim, while at the same time fondling the breast under my hand.

I took a moment to lean forward and kiss Megan’s waist, right above her clit, then lifted my head and kissed Kim, never once breaking the rhythm of my thrusting/fondling. About a minute later, Kim pulled her hand out of Megan and rubbed Megan’s juices on her own belly and on her breasts, then licked the rest off her fingers. She then took my head and pushed it into her breasts. I licked the cum off her skin, teasing her nipples with my tongue before kissing them and then moving my head to her stomach and licking the sweet nectar off her skin, twirling my tongue around in her belly button. She smiled when I looked up at her, then pulled me up for a kiss, our tongues practicing a painfully erotic dance in each other’s mouths.

Megan sat up and wrapped her arms around my waist, bringing her up behind me, kissing my back, and my neck, before murmuring, “Fuck me, Mark,” in my ear.

I finished the kiss with Kim, then turned around to meet Megan. Her brown hair was ratted, and her breath was hot and heavy. I could see her hand maneuvering slowly in her pussy, which had seen a lot of action recently. I pulled her in for a fiery kiss, while Kim, who refused to be ignored, embraced me in much the way Megan did, crushing her nipples against my back, kissing me all over my neck. I always enjoy the attention, so I let her continue, sliding her hands down my back, kissing every inch of my back she could reach while Megan had lain back and spread her legs invitingly around me.

With Kim clinging to my back, I plunged my dick into Megan’s clit, placing my a hand on either side of her to push myself up and then swing back down, kissing her as often as I could- I kissed her, kissed her neck, kissed her breasts, kissed her belly- always moving my tongue over her, tasting on her skin a sweet and tangy mixture of sweat and cunt juices.

Megan got into the rhythm immediately, rocking her waist in unison with my thrust, sometimes meeting my exploring lips with hers for a deep, long kiss.

“Oh god,” Megan breathed after what felt like an eternity had passed. She squeezed her eyes closed as a torrent of semen flowed through her channel, and cried out in pleasure, clenching her thighs around my member. When her breathing had slowed down I pried Kim loose and pulled myself out of Megan. I helped her to her feet and gave Kim a kiss as thank for staying. I checked my watch- 8:30. God, was it really two hours? Kim told me she didn’t have any other plans for the day, and Megan added that she didn’t either.

I picked up a camera, set it on a tripod, and spent the next ten minutes taking shots of the women. They were more than happy to pose nude as long as I took some others with their clothes on for King (apparently he did not believe in mixing business with pleasure and assumed I had been in here working. Well… at least part of that was true, but I took some pictures with their clothes on anyway. Kim had come in with a plain black dress that, although plain, looked stunning on her.

When we were done, I left film for King on his desk, and put mine safely in my pocket.

At the end of the day, after taking them to a bar that Joel and I frequented, We stood outside of Megan’s rental-car – a red Honda.

Kim hugged my waist and kissed me on the cheek. “See-ya later.” She smiled. “They were right- you’re one hell of a guy.” She slipped her hand into my pants to feel me up before pulling away and slipping into the passenger seat Megan then stepped up and pulled me in for a long goodbye kiss, then broke it and whispered into my ear, “We’ve got to get together again sometime.” She gently caressed my face, “don’t trust Anthony King. He’s dangerous on the inside. Please be careful. I want to see you again sometime.” She broke away after kissing me again, got into the car, and drove away, leaving me to my thoughts as I drove myself home.

***

Joel Elision hated these lonely nights. In the old days he and Marcus would stay up and drink the night away, watching the women outside the beachhouse. But now he was gone most the time.

He lounged on the sofa, strumming his guitar absently when the door opened.

“Mark, it’s about time you…” he turned around and found not Marcus, but Aurelie Claudel. She had on a black slip that did nothing to hide her wonderfully shaped legs.

“Mark’s not here.” He said and resumed the non-song he was playing.

“Don’t you think I don’t know that?” She said, jumping in front of him. Her voice was sharp. “He’s probably off fucking his most recent conquest.” She then sighed, and deflated, her rage short-lived. Joel set the guitar on the floor and leaned forward to listen. “We’re both alone, Joel.” She lifted her hands to the straps and let them off her shoulders and climbed into his lap, her naked body trembling against him. “Just…don’t leave me alone.”

***

Tom Jennings scanned the room. The blood was gone, scrubbed off the walls and washed from the sheets, but he could still smell it and feel it. He proceeded to search everywhere- everywhere forensics would have missed. It wasn’t long before he found what he was looking for- a patch of carpet cut into a 9”x10” square, fitted like a puzzle piece in the place it have been cut from. He lifted it with a latex gloved-hand and picked up the plastic bag with tweezers. Inside was a picture of a girl. A new girl.

He stood sharply, eyes wide.

“John!”