Etoile (The Mannequin Series) (4 page)

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The company-expensed towncar ride back to Tyler's place was the ultimate test of Elodie's patience. Unbeknownst to their pleasant cab driver, the two could hardly contain themselves.  Tyler softly grazed Elodie's bare legs with the back of his hand while sneaking her small smiles. She was about ready to explode when the driver cheerily announced that they had arrived after what seemed like hours. Unfortunately, that place was
his
tiny and cramped model apartment.

Tyler held her hand firmly in his own as the doorman let them into the building. After leading her into the elevator, he abruptly spun her into his arms. "Where were we?" he whispered in a voice so quiet that she would not have been able hear it had she not been pressed up against his chest. He slipped his suit jacket off of her petite shoulders and ran the palms of his hands up and down her bare arms. She looked up at him with longing eyes, which he met with a teasing smile.

The elevator beeped and he chuckled lightly as he grabbed her hand again to lead her out into the bright hallway. "This is it," he announced as they stopped in front of his door. But he didn't open it. Instead, he positioned Elodie between his tall body and the wall, looking at the young French beauty with quivering eyes. Her breathing become quick and shallow as he placed his hands gently on her bum and cautiously lowered his face to meet her own. His warm breath approached her lips and the two finally shared their first kiss, his lips barely brushing her own.

A chill ran down Elodie's body as her eyes fluttered upwards to meet Tyler's own, which looked eerily translucent in the light of the hallway. The conflicting feelings of relief and anticipation flooded her as the butterflies in her stomach flitted tumultuously. He looked at her with a soft expression before taking his lips to hers again, but much more aggressively this time.

The longing and urgency were tangible in the air surrounding them. Pushing his lower body unyieldingly against hers, Tyler slammed their tightly clasped forms against the front door so fiercely that the wood vibrated against her back. She could hardly stop sighing as he sensually kissed her neck and quietly opened the door behind her.

"Gee, I feel like an ass bringing you back here," Tyler muttered in between long and deep kisses as the front door shut closed. Elodie merely giggled like a schoolgirl in response as the champagne bubbles continued to effervesce against her brain. His hands felt like silk as they grazed her cheeks while he lightly sucked on her lower lip.

She could hardly think straight as she gave in to his touch. Due to her inexperience, she was unsure of how to proceed. Should she put her hands on his face? Touch his arms? Grab his butt? Thoughts raced through her drunken mind as she tried to think back on any experience that was remotely sexual. Suddenly, she remembered the time that her roommates in her model apartment in Milan had been watching a soft-core porno that secretly featured one of the male models that they knew. Elodie and her two flatmates, a Canadian girl named Elle and a Ukrainian named Julia, had laughed manically as they watched the French "art house" film while drinking cheap wine in their pyjamas, their faces adorned with cracked mud masks.

Mentally replaying the cringeworthy movie in her head, Elodie recalled a scene in which the young French actress in the film had performed a striptease for a gaggle of smarmy businessmen. Tyler continued to grab at her like a hungry predator and suffocate her with deep kisses as she began to pull away.

Elodie gave him a coy smile as slipped out from under his grasp and walked backwards away from him, much to his lustful amusement. As the back of her thin calves hit the low coffee table in the center of the room, she began to playfully unzip her tiny white dress. When he began to move towards her, she lightly shook her head and pushed him away. "No touching," she whispered out, just as the French actress had seductively.

"You're going to make me go crazy," Tyler spit out as he fell backward onto the sofa, bracing himself for his private show. The corners of her lips slowly turned upwards as she moved closer to him at an excruciating pace.

"Just sit and enjoy," she purred as she slowly shimmied the soft material off of her body while slowly making her way over. The dim moonlight revealed glimpses of Elodie's barely there lingerie that she had received in a totally inappropriate swag bag after walking an S&M-themed runway show when she was a 16-year old model in Milan. He gulped nervously as she put her hands on his knees and straddled his lap, placing her arms atop his broad shoulders.

Just relax, she told herself as she batted her eyelashes at him. The only sounds that could be heard were their panting breaths and the distant sounds of cars driving past. Tyler could barely keep his head on straight as he watched her chest heave with each of her yearning breaths. With half-closed lids, Elodie leaned in at an intentionally glacial pace. She could feel him becoming aroused by the teasing as his hands ran up and down her back and pert bottom. 

Elodie grabbed gently at his shirt and slowly undid the buttons as she held her face mere millimeters from his. Looking deeply into her eyes, Tyler held his breath as she continued to taunt him, working at his belt and pants while not allowing her lips to come into contact with his. And, finally, he surrendered to the little minx.

He growled in desire as he pushed his loose clothing off and drove their bodies into the soft cushions of the sofa. He pinned her thin arms against the scratchy surface with his strong arms as his body pressed against hers. They probed each other's mouths greedily, filling their lungs with the each other's hot, exhaled breaths.

Each touch on Elodie's skin felt like it rippled for miles as she succumbed to the uninhibited rapture. She wanted to keep this moment with her forever. All she could wrap her mind around was how magnetic their attraction was and how warm their bodies were despite the frigid air around them. How he tasted of dry champagne and tobacco, and oozed of Yves Saint Laurent L'Homme and the sweet smell of sweat.

They could have gone on pawing at each other forever, but they needed more. Tyler picked her up by firmly grasping her taut ass as she straddled his torso, and he carried her clumsily to his room as their gasps became more longing.

As he gently placed Elodie on the lower bunk, he caressed the smooth skin of her inner thighs and she whimpered against his touch. He laid himself on top of her and she could feel him throbbing against her thigh as she throbbed against his.

His kiss became more probing and Elodie moaned loudly in pleasure. Tyler began to move his kisses elsewhere as he kissed her perfect bosom before moving on to her toned stomach.

Tyler abruptly stopped as their positions became awkward in that cramped lower bunk. He looked up at her sheepishly and firmly turned her entire body around so that her legs dangled off the side of the thin mattress. He got on his knees on the floor and ripped her flimsy underwear off as he shot her a hungry smile.

He began navigating his luscious tongue around her swollen mound, and Elodie shuddered in joy. She had never felt anything like this before. He sucked hard with his pillowy lips and swirled his wet tongue against her as her body writhed and pleaded with him.

As he had done with his fingertips earlier that evening, he massaged his tongue  in alternating circular patterns as Elodie bashed her head about against the wall. Her legs involuntarily wrapped around his neck tightly as his hands grabbed roughly at her breasts through the thin lace of her bra. Waves of pure ecstasy crashed through her body, culminating in her burning hot toes.

Exhausted, she stared up at the support railings of the top bunk as she gasped for air. The energy seemed to have left her body, but she was still eager for more. Elodie pulled Tyler back up with a coy smile and pushed him hard down onto his back. She straddled his chest and removed her bra, bringing his hands to fondle her pert nipples.

He ran his thumbs over the sensitive skin as she shuddered in delight. Her skin felt as if it was on fire. As she rubbed her pulsating womanhood hard against his chiseled abs, she arched backwards and allowed the earth-shattering feeling to swallow her up as her golden hair flew everywhere.

She slipped her hand beneath his underwear and began to massage his shaft vigorously until it was tall and erect in all of its glory. Elodie could feel him spasm as she gently fondled his velvety balls ever so lightly. The air trapped inside the constraining fabric was hot and dense around her hand.

"Oh fuck," she heard him whisper as she ran her fingertips along the length of his huge dick.

On the cusp of another glorious episode, she could barely contain herself. She wanted him in all his entirety in that moment, and she wasn't afraid to show it.

"Fuck me," she whispered breathily as her legs tightened against his torso. "Fuck me now."

"God, you're so fucking hot. I can't believe we're doing this," Tyler panted out as he quickly removed his briefs and put on a condom. Elodie smiled graciously at him before he gently guided his engorged member inside of her. She stared deeply into his eyes in that moment, her ears faintly buzzing in the deafening silence that shrouded them.

She felt as if someone had stabbed her with a white-hot sword and she gasped in surprise as her brain went numb. Pain turned into an indescribable feeling of anguish and passion as she began to slowly move with him in and out of her. Tyler groaned out in joy as she longed for deeper exploration, moving her dainty hips up and down like a loaded spring.

A glorious pain seared through her body and she began to kiss him fervently as he sat upright to become one with her. Each of Tyler's deep kisses and lingering touches felt like a thousand tiny needle pricks against her hypersensitive skin. The air around them was hot and thick with musky desire as they moved together in lust.

He flipped Elodie onto her back and pummeled into her repeatedly while she yelled out loudly in bliss. Each shove knocked the wind out of her lungs and she had to gasp for air for fear that she would faint. She felt ravaged and sore, yet embraced the excruciating throbbing while wanting more. The entire bunk bed shook violently thanks to a relentless Tyler. She felt her blood boiling in her toes and fingertips as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Her head seemed to erupt in explosions of light and darkness as Tyler pounded into her with one final thrust that sent off bursts of satisfaction throughout her. Elodie could see stars as her soul made its way back to her limp body. After he laid on top of her for awhile, kissing her gently, they both heard the sound of shuffling from above.

"Dude. Not cool," Tyler's bunkmate, Jay, muttered sleepily.

Four

Tyler had texted Elodie the next day after their little rendezvous, but she had fought the urge to respond. Though she had developed somewhat of a crush on him, she forced herself to shut off her emotions. She wasn't going to let anyone stop her from reaching the top. After all, she knew from her previous heart-wrenching experiences that emotions wouldn't get her anywhere.

Two weeks later, she was back off to Groupe Models in London for a two-month catalogue deal with a popular high street brand. She would basically be doing brain-numbing work, standing around in the company's garments three full days a week to shoot pictures for the online shopping site.

She would be missing out on the Fall/Winter shows for New York Fashion Week, but the gig was way too good of an opportunity for her to pass up. With just two months' work, she would make enough money to settle her mounting debts from the past year. Plus, she would still be able to work the London, Milan and Paris Fashion Week circuits, from which she would make actual money instead of receiving clothing like in most New York shows.

Besides, what better a place to begin practicing her coquettish ways than in the liberal streets of Europe?

"My little girl," Janet had greeted her with a warm smile when Elodie walked into the agency's office in Chiswick. "New York hasn't destroyed you yet, I hope. You just need to work at it until you get there. It's a whole different playing field over there, I'm afraid."

"Oh no," Elodie told her with a firm nod. "I am going to make a name for myself. I want to make you proud."

"That's the fighting spirit," Janet said with a hearty laugh. "I know you have it in you. I saw the gleam in your eye when you were but a tiny bird."

Hearing Janet's encouraging words made Elodie even more determined to make it big. She owed it to her, especially since she had helped to change her whole life around. If this is what it takes, Elodie thought with a gulp as she had tea with her old agent and caught her up on her life in Manhattan, then I'll just have to suck it up and do it.

So, from then on, the number of lovers that she conquered began to tick higher and higher. After the first few awkward encounters with casting directors and assistant designers, she realized that it wasn't that difficult after all. Sex was sex, and it got her what she needed. She barely felt anything for all of those men other than the raw physical passion of the moment. But that was fleeting.

She was unaffected.

She was numb.

And, soon enough, she was the giggling girl who got the coveted British Vogue editorial or whimsical Mulberry campaign. When she walked into the Fashion Week casting for the Burberry show, one of the straight stylists, with whom she had spent thirty utterly steamy minutes in the shower, let her know with a wink that she would be given two looks and needn't wait around to audition. A well-known casting director that had fucked her in the bathroom at Soho House ended up casting her for a slew of shows, including those for Matthew Williamson, Christopher Kane and the ever-coveted Tom Ford.

While other girls schlepped their heavy bags full of model gear around town to even be considered for such shows, Elodie barely had to bat an eye to be picked to wear the opening look. She found herself disgusted with how easy it all was and annoyed with how she had once been one of those sleep-deprived models with blisters all over her feet from running all over the cobblestone streets in four-inch heels.

Needless to say, she saw how her romping skills reaped new opportunities for her. If she fucked that Italian photographer, she got great photos to add to her book. If she fucked the one straight booker at Groupe's London office, he would work harder to get her that Erdem campaign. And, if she fucked the rich and spoiled Russian aluminum heir, she would get all sorts of sparkly things.

Maybe Felix's mother had been right all along, Elodie thought as she waited her turn to walk around the fountain for the Louis Vuitton show in Paris. Maybe she
was
just a crafty orphan girl who would stop at nothing to get her big payday. Maybe she
was
just a wily little coquette. But none of that mattered now. While the Duponts were running their irrelevant little hotel in Châteaudun, Elodie Marais was making a name for herself.

Okay, maybe she wasn't making herself  as well-known as she would have like. Or at all, for that matter. In fact, after fervently Googling herself and checking all of the runway coverage, she found that none of the blogs or reporters had even mentioned her name.

Upon returning to New York, she was more than a little miffed that, despite all of her salacious efforts and runway stomping, she was still relatively irrelevant. And, although her agency was pleased with her recent work, she still had little to show for it. She wouldn't be getting paid for some of her work for the next three months, and her agency had somehow tabulated a lengthy list of trivial things to charge her for. Ultimately, Elodie returned to living in the model apartment, a slave to her freshly acquired debts.

While her licentious ways had proven themselves fairly useful in the European market, Elodie realized that she was up against bigger fish once she returned to New York with her new mindset.
All
of the models were sleeping with whoever they could get their perfectly manicured hands on to get their own big breaks. So, much to her disappointment, Elodie's go-to tactics proved futile, while still being completely necessary.

After her impromptu street style photo shoot, Elodie was now standing in front of B Studio. She headed in about fifteen minutes early and proceeded to chug down iced black coffee and chain smoke Marlboro Reds. The makeup and hair artists started on her face and golden locks as they maneuvered around her burning cigarettes.

Her photographer for the day was a well-known sleazebag who was still extolled for his photos, despite his notorious reputation as human scum. But Elodie knew that if she got on his good side, he could open up a lot of doors for her. Despite his unfavorable traits, he was known to be loyal to the models that he favored. And she was determined to become one of them.

The shoot was for a high fashion magazine spread about New York club kids who apparently wore Hanes white tees with Alexander McQueen hot pants and Givenchy sneakers. Suki, the main makeup artist, began to smear glittery Nars eyeshadow across Elodie's lids as Tanner, the hair guru, straightened her long waves into submission.

Once she was dressed in her first outfit, which consisted of said Hanes tee with sequined Chanel couture shorts and graffiti-adorned Givenchy high tops, Elodie waltzed over to the set. A DJ set had been set up with fake booths nearby to simulate a typical nightclub scene. Fake, or possibly real, cocaine and champagne bottles were strewn across the table. Another model who looked slightly familiar sat in one of the booths, wearing a plain white tank top and Joseph leggings with bedazzled Nicholas Kirkwood pumps.

As the infamous Matt Twinings walked in with his adoring crew, both Elodie and the other model perked up. It was well known that Matt was just a trust fund baby from London who had picked up a camera one day and called himself a photographer. His mother was friends with the Art Director at one of the big fashion magazines, so he just kind of broke into the industry. And even though he was a manwhore-slash-pervert, he was ridiculously handsome.

Matt still had his boyish good looks even as he was pushing thirty. As he swaggered into position, he shot the two models a cocky smile and they both ate it up. He pulled the hood of his navy American Apparel sweatshirt over his messy mop of flaxen hair and rolled up the sleeves to reveal his heavily tattooed arms. "Alright, ladies," he said in his sexy British accent. "Shall we begin?"

A fake DJ appeared from the edge of the set and stood idly in the booth. One of Matt's assistants turned on some music and Elodie got to work. She stared into his lens seductively and did as she was instructed, like the perfect little mannequin she was. When Matt instructed her and the other model, Kelsey, to each do a bump of the blow from the table, they were pleasantly surprised to find that it was, indeed, not fake.

After the shoot was over and Matt had all the images that he needed, he walked over to the booth where the two beautiful girls were situated. They both had on skin-tight Versace dresses in loud prints that barely covered their bums and Christian Louboutin boots, looking the part of trashy little club rats.

"Ladies," he addressed them. "A job very well done. Now, shall we finish this up?"

The three of them proceeded to clear the table of any trace of white powder while introducing themselves to each other in rapid voices. Matt began caressing both of their bare thighs with each of his strong hands, and Elodie coyly spread her legs as she inched closer to him. He gave her a pleased smile and she soon had his full attention. Seeing this, Kelsey got up, dejected. Neither Matt nor Elodie bothered to say goodbye to her.

Matt poured champagne for them with his right hand as he continued to finger fuck her with his left. His assistants and the stylists continued to buzz around, unaware of the indecent act that was transpiring under the table. As they guzzled champagne, Elodie felt her mind leave the building as she gave in to the warm tingling of drunken pleasure. And, despite his bad boy reputation, he still had a little bit of dignity, it seemed, as he led her to the coat closet instead of going for it out there in the open.

Inside the closet, however, any and all discretion dissolved away. Elodie unbuckled Matt's jeans as he shoved his warm tongue deep inside of her tiny mouth. He was aggressive with her, grabbing at her heaving bust with his rugged hands and ramming her against the wall with the force of his eager body. He pulled the dress down to expose her soft breasts and groaned out in delight. Matt took one of her perky nipples into his mouth, massaging the sensitive skin with his moist tongue. She thrashed against the wall in pleasure as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He moved his hard kisses onto her neck and back to her mouth. Meanwhile, he sheathed his gigantic hard-on and pushed it against her thin leg, as if to tease her. He sucked so violently on her tongue and lips that she thought he might leave a bruise. They made out passionately for what seemed like hours until she couldn't fight it anymore. As if he had read her mind, he firmly planted a hand on each of her cheeks and held her against the wall as he scrunched the $1500 dress around her hips and pounded into her upwards with sheer urgency.

She felt as if someone had punched her in the stomach as he ravaged her. She could barely catch her breath due to the overwhelming shock. With each thrust, his throbbing bulge rubbed violently against her quivering area, sending electrifying surges up and down the length of her body. Elodie cried out loudly as he ordered her to say his name over and over.

"Matt! Oh, Matt!" she panted out repeatedly as he spit out expletives. He grinned and grunted through clenched teeth, "You fucking like that, huh?"

Matt continued to play rough as he allowed her feet to finally touch the ground and turned her around. He swiftly bent her over and entered her relentlessly with his searing cock as he pulled her hair tightly and spanked her with force. Elodie continued to scream out in satisfaction and delicious pain as he beat into her like a jackhammer.

When he was about to climax, he flipped her around again and soon had her on her back on the storage closet floor. He was relentless! The coldness of the hardwood against her skin was in stark contrast to the burning of her loins and the warmth of his body against hers. As Matt's manhood endlessly thrashed against her, she succumbed to the hot, hot heat that overwhelmed her. He blew a stream of cool air onto her glistening face as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. Matt groaned in raw pleasure as he was about to finish. He pulled out and gave a haughty laugh as he came onto her thigh.

"Thanks, love," he said afterwards with a wink. "Hope we get to work together again soon." With that, he quickly zipped up his pants and sauntered out of the closet.

And, as if on cue, one of his assistants was already waiting outside of the door with a bored expression and a hand towel, which Elodie received gracefully. When she walked back to the dressing area, the fashion intern was staring with her mouth agape. Elodie merely smirked, ripped off the sweaty dress and tossed it into the shocked girl's arms.