Bianca's POV
"Good morning, beautiful," Steve greeted with a wide, toothy grin. He moved closer to me on the bed and gripped one of my boobs which were out bare. He leaned even closer to bring his lips to mine but I tilted my head back, dodging his kiss.
And without wasting time, I swatted his hand away from my boob and looked at him dead in the eye. "Get out," I said to him calmly with a blank expression on my face.
"What?" He asked in utmost bewilderment and shifted backwards slightly.
"I said get out," I replied with a deep sigh and stood up from the bed, wrapping the blanket around my naked body as I clutched it to my chest.
Steve furrowed his brows and stared at me, probably unsure of what to say or how to react. "Did I do something wrong, Bianca?" He asked.
"Bianca?" I asked him sharply with one of my brows arched. "Are you usually this dense or are you just trying to get on my freaking nerves this morning, Steve?"
"I don't understand," Steve replied and got up abruptly on his feet. As he did, his 7-inched uncut dick swung somewhat cheerfully, hanging loosely in the air. I took one glance at it and quickly stifled the memories that the thick fuck-pipe had given me the previous night.
I pushed a strand of my ruffled ash blonde hair behind my ear and cleared my throat. "I'm beginning to second-guess my decision to hire a thickskull like you as a bodyguard. It seems the only thing you've got working in that body of yours is the thing dangling in between your legs."
My comment prompted Steve to glance down at his dick. He lifted his head up to look back at me after a few seconds. "Bianca..."
I cut him off, "Because I let you fuck me and that too, in my bedroom, doesn't give you the right to call me that. It's ma'am to you, just in case you've forgotten."
"I thought..."
"You thought what? That I'm suddenly head over heels in love with you because of what went down last night?" Steve stayed quiet, attesting what I just said and I scoffed. "My oh my, you're a much bigger fool than I thought. Look, I admit last night was fun while it lasted and there might be a repeat performance sometime in the future but that's as far as it goes, Steve. I wouldn't get any ideas if I were you."
Steve blinked at me several times and I could see sheer anger flashing in his dark, double-lidded eyes. "Just what do you take me for, huh? What the hell do you think I am, a sex toy?" He yelled.
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me, Steve. You are my bodyguard and yes, my sex toy. You're just here to protect me and pleasure me. Don't you ever forget that. And it's not like I'm not paying you as well for the 'hassle' which you obviously can't seem to get enough of." I rolled my eyes. I grabbed Steve's rumpled clothes from the floor and carelessly chucked them at him.
I couldn't understand why the hell he was acting like I wasn't paying him extra to keep my bed warm, like he didn't savour every minute of the sex we had last night or the one we had before that.
"Why you..." Steve refrained from finishing his statement.
"Say one more word and I assure you, you'd be kissing your job goodbye. I won't even stop to think twice about how great you are in bed." I took a step away from him and headed towards my bathroom door. "I don't even get why you're so mad or even complaining. Do you know how many men would line up to get a taste of all this?" I told him, gesturing at my beautiful body.
Of course, he had no idea how lucky of a bastard he was!
Steve hastily put on his clothes and stormed out of my bedroom. Good riddance!.Perhaps it was a bad idea to keep screwing the annoying son of a bitch. He was getting way too attached for his own good.
But then again, I couldn't blame him though. I was like a very dank drug, dangerously addictive. My body was one amazing work of art that left men and even women hopelessly spellbound. I was beautifully endowed with sexy long legs that caused commotions, moderate-sized perky boobs, luscious hips and a face that had graced over five hundred magazine covers including thirty-three international Vogue magazine covers.
I was a supermodel and an actress and at just 26, I had amassed a net worth of $29 million. I won the Miss Universe title six years ago. I made quite a name for myself but the journey here wasn't in anyway easy. Only I knew of the amount of bullshit I had to put up with, the asses I had to kiss, the degrading things I had to do, the sleepless nights and whatnot.
But I went through it all and I rose from the ashes like the mythical phoenix. I was extremely proud with what I had achieved over the years and I wasn't going to stop until the day that I died.
I planned on making the most out of life. And I planned on making more men fall flat at my feet. I had quite a good number of them at my beck and call, even my bodyguards were no exception. They were my absolute pleasure tools. That's all men were to me, things made to satisfy my deep, lusty pleasures.
As soon as Steve left, I let the blanket I was holding drop down to the floor before I opened the door to my bathroom and walked in. Slowly and gently, I entered my bathtub and settled down in it. I began soaping the whole of my body, caressing every part while I did.
Now half-submerged in soapsuds, I leaned backwards in the bathtub and rested my head on it. With my eyes firmly shut, I kept on lathering my body. I massaged my breasts in circular motions, hitting them with bubbles from the sweet-smelling soap. With my other hand, I stroked my vulva softly, taking time to soap my labia and my clit with pleasure.
I let out a gasp and spread my thighs wide to give myself more access. I continued working the lather on me tenderly and ever so sweetly. My love hole still throbbed with pain from the romp I had last night. I massaged the wall of my va-jay-jay intently and fondled my breasts still, tugging at my hardened nipples as the memories from last night came washing over me like a flood.
Bianca's POVIt was past midnight and I had just returned from a colleague's birthday party. I might have had too much to drink because I was completely out of control. I was so randy, it felt like my insides were on fire. They were burning with so much intensity I couldn't bear it anymore. And I didn't have to, not at all. Not when I had my big boy toys with me.The moment I got home and came out of my car, I grabbed one of my bodyguards, Steve by the collar and he followed quietly like an obedient puppy. It was evident he knew what was going to happen, he knew he was going to get a delicious treat tonight – the most delicious he'd ever had. And I bet he must have anticipated this incredible moment since the first and last time we got down and dirty in a hotel a few weeks ago.I could tell because his eyes darkened with fiery lust and desire and his cock was practically begging to be freed from its wicked confines as it bulged rock-hard against his pants. Boy, that thing was a master
Bianca's POV"Good morning, Miss Davies," Harriet chirped, flashing me her usual lucid smile that revealed her dimples."Good morning, Harriet," I responded, giving her a small smile."I trust you had a wonderful night?" She asked."Yes, I did. What about you?" I asked back. Not like I cared or anything. I just felt the need to be warm and polite to her. She was after all, my personal assistant, my right-hand woman. Harriet was the second person I trusted the most in the whole wide world, after me, of course."I did," she replied beaming and adjusting her floral halter neck ruffle dress. She looked really pretty today like she took her time getting herself all dolled up.Harriet was an attractive lady, a year older than I was. Though not nearly as attractive as I was. She was slender, tall, with a symmetrical face, black kinky hair and beautiful dark skin that glistened. She would make a fine model, I had told her a thousand times but she always shrugged it off. She could be the next
Bianca's POVMr Drew McCartney strode to the red carpet decked in a designer suit. Other than the full beards he wore now and a little weight he'd gained, he hadn't changed much. He still looked as dashing as he always did, like the first time he approached me eight years ago. Though he was in his late forties now, his fashion sense was still as keen as ever.He stood straight, posing with some other celebrity for the camera and I didn't realize I was staring intently at him until he turned and his eyes met mine. I quickly looked away and took more pictures, giving the fiercest runway look that I could.To my surprise, Drew came over to me and with an expressionless face he said, "It wouldn't be too much of a bother to take a photo with the queen of hypnotic beauty now, would it?"I blinked and then shrugged indifferently. "Sure, not at all," I replied, my voice cold.He put an arm around me and pulled me closer while he smiled for the shot. I couldn't bring myself to smile as I felt
Bianca's POVI got out of my bathroom after having a refreshing, cold shower that night with a skimpy towel wrapped around my chest and walked to stand in front of my dresser but I stopped when I saw Steve barge into my bedroom."For fuck's sake, don't you know how to knock?" I yelled. "And what the hell are you doing here at this time? Your working hours are over, mister."Steve didn't utter a word at first. Instead, he strode to me and with his big, strong hands, he gripped my waist before a smirk appeared on his lips. He yanked me forward with such brute might and pressed my body hard against his fairly huge frame."I know, baby. I'm here for my night shift," he whispered in my ear, kissed my ear lobe and grabbed my butt cheeks, giving them a tight squeeze."What sort of madness is this?" I asked, trying to shove him away but it was as pointless as a broken pencil. "Get away from me! Let me go now! “Steve didn't listen. He began raining wet kisses on my ear and my neck, licking my
Bianca's POV"I said suck it, you fucking slut!" Steve growled and flashed the knife at my face as if to say, "I'm not bluffing!"I could sense he wasn't bluffing. The guy was a demented asswipe. It was just my bad luck that I got involved with a scumbag like him.I shut my eyes tight and opened my mouth to take his thick fuck-pipe in. My tongue tentatively grazed over the foreskin of his cock and encircled around the crown. My nostrils were engulfed with his musky, manly scent and I shuddered as he pushed his shaft deep into my mouth.I could not believe this was happening!Steve groaned and grabbed my hair in a coarse manner. I winced and mumbled against his cock but it came out as nothing but a muffled sound. He pumped his meat deeper and more desperately with vicious urgency. I choked and gagged, seemingly running out of breath but he didn't seem to care.He was on a mission to impale me with his pipe and all I did was lay helplessly, accommodating it. A grunt came ripping out of
Bianca's POV"I said suck it, you fucking slut!" Steve growled and flashed the knife at my face as if to say, "I'm not bluffing!"I could sense he wasn't bluffing. The guy was a demented asswipe. It was just my bad luck that I got involved with a scumbag like him.I shut my eyes tight and opened my mouth to take his thick fuck-pipe in. My tongue tentatively grazed over the foreskin of his cock and encircled around the crown. My nostrils were engulfed with his musky, manly scent and I shuddered as he pushed his shaft deep into my mouth.I could not believe this was happening!Steve groaned and grabbed my hair in a coarse manner. I winced and mumbled against his cock but it came out as nothing but a muffled sound. He pumped his meat deeper and more desperately with vicious urgency. I choked and gagged, seemingly running out of breath but he didn't seem to care.He was on a mission to impale me with his pipe and all I did was lay helplessly, accommodating it. A grunt came ripping out of
Bianca's POVI stood face to face with my new bodyguard. His looks were charming and alarming. His dark brown hair was styled neatly with a few strands falling over his forehead. He had chiseled good looks, sharp jawlines and deep grey eyes that could leave any woman hypnotized. And even though he wore some sort of rigid and unrelenting expression on his face, I thought he still looked dreamy.Was this guy a bodyguard or a hot male model?He was dressed in a sleek black suit, already suited for the job. And I knew he meant business. His broad shoulders and tall, sturdy structure gave more elegance to his clothing. A suit had never looked this sexy as it was on this man. He was the ten times hotter version of Will Smith in Men in Black."I'm Liam," he said confidently. "Liam Tate."Harriet spoke, "I did exactly what you asked. I've explained everything to him, Miss Davies. He knows and understands what he has to do and I ardently believe he is up to the task."Harriet seemed extremely
Bianca's POVLiam also drove me the next day to the studio where I was going to be having my photo shoot for Lilith. Harriet couldn't tag along because she had a doctor's appointment.Lilith was a lingerie, clothing and beauty retail company known nationwide and even across the globe. It was famous for its sexy brands, its annual fashion shows, endorsing of supermodels such as myself and was one of the largest lingerie retailers in the United States.Lilith had over 1000 retail stores in the US and about 500 stores in UK, Canada and other countries combined. It was leading in the industry and only the best supermodels graced their annual fashion shows and are made their various brands' ambassadors.I recently became an ambassador and had fronted campaigns for their underwear, apparel and cosmetics.Liam and I arrived at the studio just in time and he got out to open the door for me. "Thank you," I said to him and slowly came out of the car."Bianca! Bianca is here!" The guy in charge