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Flashbulbs stung my vision amid the surging clamour of paparazzi calling her name as she strode from the premier along the red carpet towards me and the limousine. An effortless flick of russet hair above the straps of the crimson bodycon dress brushed off the reporters like tiresome mosquitoes. I swung open the rear door for her to enter.”You,” she addressed me, peeling off her Saint Laurent sunglasses, piercing chestnut eyes almost predatory. “Ride with me.”It wasn’t a question. Never was. Holly said jump, you asked how high, because orbiting her vapid bubble of influence was beyond lucrative. I signalled Todd in the shadow car, climbed in after her and settled opposite, shutting out the media throng beyond the tinted windows.She lounged against the cream leather interior that ran the full width of the car, crossing slender thighs with languid grace. My first mistake was acknowledging the theatrical gesture, glancing at the magnetic, if fleeting, gap that formed, imagination sparked. A vacuous harlot she may be, but there was no denying her incredible allure.”Hotel,” she called over my shoulder.Gareth dutifully indicated, pulled away from the kerb and raised the privacy screen as she raked blood-polished nails through her tresses, scowling at the diminishing reporters. “Fucking parasites.”She caught my smirk before I had time to hide it.”What?!”I briefly glanced away. “Nothing.”Her stare penetrated me, x-raying before a steady smile grew. “Of course. You think it’s all about,” she finger-quoted, “reputation?” I stayed quiet as she tilted her head a fraction. “All column inches and Daddy’s money, righ’?” The Estuary affectation briefly faded, giving away her roots. She’d been born just north of the capital, yet raised within its tractor beam long enough to know how to abuse the glottal stop for effect.”No,” I lied. “I was actually wondering why I’m in here.”The low sunlight flickering through the buildings beyond the otele gelen escort car caught her lip-gloss. I focused on the sparkling façade and the shimmering fullness beneath, considering their story. How many men they’d kissed. How many cocks they’d engulfed, her mouth stretched wide, gagging and coughing on each fat prick as if it was her last meal. I’d decided long ago they were champion cock-teasing lips; succulent and inviting with a high upper arch. Mesmerising. It was only their movement that broke me from the trance. “Drink? Make mine a neat Scotch.”I nodded, reaching to the opposite side of the interior and upending two tumblers from the crisp, illuminated bar that spanned half the length of the cabin. Eyeing her, I unscrewed the bottle cap and poured a pair of healthy slugs, handing one across. She held it up. “To the parasites.” We clinked glasses.The heat of the liquid chased down my insides, almost glowing as it snaked its way to my belly. Sinking hers with a fluid tip of her head, she passed the tumbler back for me to stow and we let the silence drift as the alcohol diffused.Holly took longer re-crossing her legs the other way. Much longer. Smoothed the dress in the process, likely a conscious effort to draw attention to the way her trim thighs disappeared beneath. It worked.She cast her gaze up and down my Saville Row suit. “Do I intimidate you, Wes?”I scoffed. “Is that a trick question? You pay my salary.” She didn’t respond. Just swayed when Gareth overtook a Range Rover, the dirty fringes of inner London noiselessly slipping by. I breathed out hard. “I read the news.”That amused her. “Believe everything you read?”I found my gaze sliding from designer heels up the form-hugging fabric to the swell of her breasts and delicate throat supporting the sparkling five-figure necklace. “Should I?”Tabloid stories of the coke-snorting nymphomaniac balgat escort seemed well-founded given the string of men that graced her door. As if augmenting the evidence she sensed flashing through my mind, Holly uncrossed her thighs once more, feet remaining apart. Turquoise panties were perched atop alabaster thighs. “It’s sensationalised.””Of course.”She pouted. “I’m not the bitch they claim. I just have tastes that are often… misinterpreted.””Your business, not mine.”She nodded like one of those dash ornaments. One foot slid across, instep working up my shin. Crept higher to my knee. Inward, upward, pushing my thighs apart, her heeled sole pressing to my rising manhood. A low growl formed in her throat. “Sure about that?”I fought the urge to react as her brazenness unfolded. Flicked my focus. Legs, panties, dress, tits… tits… tits, eyes. I swallowed and braced my foot to the floor as the car made a left. “Do you always get your way?”Her gaze undressed me in the same manner I had her. Slow and deliberate. We both knew she didn’t need to answer.I took in the same formidable, unflinching beauty I saw every day. The seductive power. The magnetism. Easy to see how men crumbled. Yet there was something new. Something different. Conflict. A disconnect between the lewd actions and unfulfilled spark behind her eyes, begging to be fused. I tipped my head. “Does it bother you?”A half smile formed. Coquettish. Playful as she stroked the lobe alongside a diamond earring. “You don’t strike me as the sort of man fooled by status.” Dragging the forefinger across her cheek and down to traverse a nipple that stood to attention beneath the taut fabric, I could almost sense the sparks arcing from the rising cap to electrify her fingertip. “You look like the kind of man who takes what he wants.”A lump surfaced in my throat to rival the one in my underwear, and I swallowed elvankent escort again, desperately trying – and failing – to avoid staring at the path of her hand. She knew, lazily trailing the swell of her chest to her belly, then drawing a line to her lap accompanied by an intake of breath, “And that-” She scratched a nail over the surface of her knickers before pressing to form a wet spot amid her breathy exhalation, “-that bothers me.”The atmosphere crackled. Holly’s foot massaged my twitching steel, primed to burst from the charcoal suit, circling and grinding against me in sync with the fingertip on her knickers. She tickled the surface of her panties with the polished nail tip, working her way up to where her clit was encased. Drew another sharp breath at the touch. I surged against her insistent foot massage.Every atom of Holly was bad news, of that I was certain. She epitomised all that was wrong with trash celebrity; constant take take take, reality TV, books, movies, Christmas light switch-ons, everything and anything for attention. And yet, alone in the limo, away from the cameras and the spotlight, a human quality I’d rarely witnessed bubbled under the surface. A vulnerability that turned me on.I fought to resist, but yearned to devour the growing wet patch. To take advantage of that chink in her perfection. Feel her legs wrapping my head as she spasmed and clutched at my buzz cut. I craved to own her. Score one for the common man and fuck some sense into her. Demonstrate just how she affected me every damn day I had to open doors for her, and make sure she was safe.Our eyes locked, hers drilling into mine. Daring me to break the divide. To cross no-man’s land. My body quivered and I battled to control it. Knew it was wrong, but I wanted to take away her power, even for an instant. See what she’d do. How she’d react.She circled wetness on the surface of her underwear. Teasing. A tiny sigh escaped beyond her lip-gloss. Every second I was under her spell ground me down. Ratcheted desire I had to fight, yet it coursed my veins unchecked. Hundreds of thoughts bombarded me, each of them filtering through cracks in my brain. Infecting my judgement. Every impulse began where her foot played and every neuron carried an imprint of her insistent fingering.

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