Erotica, Series

The Leatherbound Diaries, Part 10

Pizza, Beer & a Blonde: Cathy works late at the studio, orders out and a surprise visitor shows up

It had already been a long and tiring day at the studio with eight models and like a zillion outfits. The stylist was a bitch who treated me like shit and Paul was either too busy to say something about it or he didn’t care.

Looking at the photographs, I had to admit she’d done an amazing job. Her sense of colour and how she combined the different outfits was breath-taking. We’d ended up doing a series of all the girls just wearing pants. It was sexy and fun and Paul had been charm personified in making the models feel at ease with their breasts bare while hugging and embracing each other.

The catty stylist finally relaxed too, she even smiled at me as we watched the models going rogue doing all kinds of poses: corny and even porny. The series will never be published in a fashion mag, but Paul likes to do these kinds of sessions to round up the day. Everybody knows he shoots erotic work as an autonomous artist, and some fashion models find it exciting to show off to him.

I sensed someone looking over my shoulder at the computer screen. It was Paul and he was about to leave. He told me to go home too, but I wanted to finish the first selection and said I’d stay a bit longer. He kissed me on the head in a fatherly way and told me to, at least, order something to eat.

‘Yes daddy,’ I said mockingly.

I needed more than just a bit, so I ordered pizza and concentrated on my work. When the doorbell rang, I wandered absentmindedly to open the door for the delivery guy, so it surprised me to see the stylist from the shoot.

‘I’m so happy you’re still here. I forgot a bag.’

I wasn’t happy to see her again. ‘I’ve seen nothing lying around.’

‘It’s an old linen bag with my mood boards and notebooks. It must be here.’ A slight panic choked up her voice. I took a step back to let her in. She sighed with relief. As she passed me, I noticed a floral scent of peony and lily. I guessed she wore Issey Miyake. It soothed my annoyance with her showing up suddenly.

‘Thank god.’ She came out of the backroom with a raggedy bag stuffed with her work.

She glanced over at the iMac and saw the pictures of the day lined up in Lightroom. She asked if she could have a look. I said, ‘Sure’ and she sat down behind the computer. I thought she’d just browse through a bit and leave again, but she seemed in no hurry. Then the pizza guy rang. When I came back with my dinner, she was still engrossed in the screen. So, I took a beer from the fridge and opened the pizza box. The smell made me realise I was famished. When I popped the lid of the can, the stylist looked at me.

‘Want one?’ I asked and she nodded.

‘Looks different, your pizza,’ she said when I returned from the kitchen. I explained it was Bianca style.

‘No tomato sauce, but mozzarella and my favourite’s with blue cheese, walnuts and pear.’

‘Pear?’ she said surprised.

I nodded as I sank my teeth into the first slice. The molten cheese drooled from the corners of my mouth, so I licked it off with my tongue. I noticed her staring at me. She seemed hungry, and not just for the pizza. There was a familiar sex beat between us.

‘Want to try some?’ I said and held out the slice.

‘I love pear, but on a pizza?…’ She stood and walked towards me.

‘Not that weird, you know, pear, cheese and walnut.’ I was looking at her seductively.

She nodded as she bent over and bit into the slice. Our eyes met and I knew where this was going.

‘Did you ever notice that walnuts look a bit like a vagina?’ I said teasingly. She guffawed and choked on her pizza. I had to pat her back.

‘I nearly needed a Heimlich,’ she said.

‘Maybe I should,’ I said and wrapped my arms around her waist. She hadn’t expected things to develop so fast but she was clearly up for it. ‘I should feed you,’ I said, ‘because you clearly are not able to eat a slice of pizza properly.’ I felt her shiver, but she said nothing. ‘Grab a slice.’

She obeyed and picked one up.

‘Now give it to me.’

It aroused me to give orders to the woman who’d been so bossy and mean to me all day. She was putty in my hands now. Standing behind her with one arm around her waist, I took the slice from her.

‘Open.’

As she took a bite, I cupped her breast. She moaned, chewing on the pizza. I took a bite myself, I was still hungry. She turned her head to watch me eat. When she leaned in to bite into the slice again, I pinched her nipple through the fabric of her cardigan and bra. She let out a squeaky sigh.

‘Wait for it,’ I said. Her cardigan was a loose fit, so I conveniently slipped a hand under it to find her bra. It was one of those elastic sporty ones and I dragged it down to free her breasts. She arched her back and pushed her bum against me. I took another bite of the pizza and whispered ‘Yummy’ in her ear while chewing it and caressing her tits.

She wasn’t interested in pizza anymore, so I ate the rest while I told her to go stand near the studio’s backdrop and undress for me. As I said, she was putty in my hands and I have to admit she put up a nice show.

I drank both cans of beer while I had her kneel between my legs to lick my cunt and suck my clit.

‘Why were you mean to me today?’ I asked as she was about to put two fingers inside me. The question startled her and she looked up at me like a puppy. I loved it.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said.

‘Sorry won’t get you anywhere.’

‘No.’ She looked genuinely guilty.

‘You haven’t answered my question.’ I truly wanted to know why she’d been such a bitch to me.

‘I was stressed. I needed the shoot to go well.’

‘Why?’

‘I screwed up last month. People were unhappy.’ She sounded anxious. I felt sorry for her. But I wanted to torment her a bit longer, if only because it made me horny as hell.

‘I won’t make you come, you know.’

‘I deserve it.’

‘Please continue.’

She was delighted to focus on licking my labia and clit again. And she was good at it. Not just her technique, but she was attentive to how I responded to what she did. She had a curious way of nibbling on my clit with her lips. It made me squirm in my seat and an orgasm was building fast. I laid my legs on her shoulders and stretched them as my abs contracted, announcing a wave of pleasure was about to wash over me. I bucked against her mouth and my toes curled in funny directions.

Just before I came, she’d put her fingers inside me and she kept them in while the orgasm lingered longer than it normally would. It gave me a giggle fit, and she checked that I wasn’t mocking her. I reassured her.

‘Fucking hell, where did you learn that?’

She just smiled, my cum glistening on her lips and chin. I pulled her up and kissed her. It was long and scrumptious. Afterwards, we gazed at each other with a new curiosity. She shivered in my arms; she had goosebumps all over.

‘Are you cold?’

She nodded. I told her to get dressed. She was glad to, but I sensed her disappointment. I left her with the illusion that this was it as I cleaned up and threw the empty beer cans and pizza box in the bin.

‘Don’t forget your bag.’

It was me being a mean now, but she hovered around not knowing what to do. She watched me turn the computer off and grab my coat. When I turned to her, I had a sudden realisation I had forgotten her name.

‘What’s your name again?’ I said.

She looked stunned and shook her head. ‘You’re not going to forgive me for today, are you?’

I shrugged. ‘I might. But I honestly forgot your name.’

‘It’s Daria.’

‘I’m Cathy. Shall we go?’

‘Where?’

‘My place. I have a bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge and I’d like to pour some on your tits and lick it off.’

Her face lit up. We left the studio laughing. Outside, she hooked her arm in mine and we must’ve looked like old friends to other people. I French kissed her on the U-Bahn and she blushed like a schoolgirl when people stared at us. I felt a little butterfly in my tummy.

Of course, I made her come after we opened the Chardonnay. A couple of times, even. She tasted a bit like dates. When I told her, she mocked me for making odd comparisons of vaginas with nuts and dried fruit. I slapped her buttocks, but it wasn’t a punishment. I wanted to get her going again.

When I woke, she’d already left, but a phone number was scribbled on a napkin. I will call her. Or send her dirty pictures. I never really liked blondes. But I like Daria.

Patricia Ray’s latest collection of erotic short stories is out now. Queen without Clothes and Other Steamy Stories is available at your favourite ebook seller.

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