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Authors: Vera Roberts

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“Scotty, we both know you knew I was behind those mirrors watching.  I saw you wink towards my direction,” She walked over to his chair and sat back on his desk. Caprina’s hands explored Scott’s chest. “I felt your energy though the mirrors and I know you felt mine. The way you were giving it to her, making her scream. We don’t have to lie about it anymore.  Let her go and come back home. We can rule together.” She slowly spread her legs and revealed she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Scott maintained his focus on Caprina’s eyes. He never once glanced down at her snatch.

“I know when you were fucking her, you were thinking about me.  You wished it was my pussy you were in.  You wished it was me begging for it, clawing at your hot skin, screaming your name,” Caprina’s fingers crept down to her moistened heat and she slowly began fingering herself, “come back home, Scotty. Come back.”

Scott’s office door suddenly flew open. “Ice, I got those reports you wanted…. And oh, shit, I can come back later!” Alex began to leave.

“Stay,” Scott directed. He never removed his eyes from Caprina’s. “Ms. Waters was just leaving.”

Caprina closed her legs and stood up. She straightened out her clothing. “We’ll be in touch, Scotty,” Caprina dragged her fingers across his shirt, “we’ll be in touch.” She left his office.

Scott lightly sighed. Caprina intentionally wanted him to smell her for the rest of the day. “Just one minute, Alex,” Scott got on the phone with Elissa, “Hey, can you run by Target and get me a collared shirt? It doesn’t matter what color. I just need to change quickly. Thank you.” 

 

T
WENTY-
N
INE

“It’s not every day we have a supermodel that’s so hands-on here!” Rich exclaimed as he walked with Caprina throughout the offices.

Everyone at McCormick and Sheppard was so impressed with Caprina wanting to be thoroughly involved with her campaign, often showing up at the offices twice a week to check on the progress. Scott, however, wasn’t as impressed. Caprina was becoming more of a distraction at his workplace and he had started hitting the gym during lunch so he could work off some stress.

Mariana could remember the first time she saw Caprina Waters. She was probably ten or eleven. She was at the hairdresser’s, sitting underneath the dryer and flipping through a magazine to keep occupied. She turned the page and saw Caprina’s face. She was advertising Maybelline.

She couldn’t get over how beautiful the woman was. Her complexion was flawless. Her eyes were a sparkling brown, and a deep fuchsia outlined her full lips. Mariana knew right away she wanted to be just like her.

She started dressing better and practicing her so-called catwalk, moving with her hips, then her feet. She read makeup books to do her face, paying careful attention to her eyes, since her lips were her biggest draw. She kept in shape by doing kickboxing, working out up to five days a week.

She never wanted to be a model. She went on a shoot with Sarah one time and had been bored out of her wits. But she wanted to be presentable. A woman like Caprina Waters always had a man, and could get anyone she wanted. Mariana was determined to be like her.

Years later, Mariana was competing with her for Scott.

Out of all of the men in the world, why Scott? Why now? Mariana knew things were going too smoothly. Why wouldn’t the crazy bitch of an ex-girlfriend come back? Why wouldn’t she stir and shake all the insecurities Mariana stashed away deeply?

Why wouldn’t she start to question her relationship with Scott? Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone.
Speak of the devil…
“Mariana Harlow speaking.”

“Hello, Ms. Harlow,” Scott moaned over the phone. “Are you busy?”

“I’m just wrapping up something here,” Mariana looked around to make sure none of the interns were going to hear the conversation. She had an idea what direction it was heading to. “How can I help you, Sir?”

“Ooh, ‘Sir….’” Scott purred. “I think I like it when you call me sir.”

“Okay, Sir…” Mariana loved hearing Scott’s Southern drawl over the phone. Any insecurities slowly dissipated as the heat between her thighs got warmer. “How can I help you, Sir?”

“I want you to unbutton the first two buttons of your blouse,” Scott instructed.

Mariana reached over and unbuttoned her blouse. “Done, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Scott chuckled a little, “I want you to reach in and massage one of your breasts but try not to be obvious about it.”

Mariana slipped a hand inside and pretended she was adjusting her bra. “I’m doing it, Sir.”

“How does it feel?”

“It feels good, Sir.” Mariana whispered.

“Is your little friend still there?” Scott asked.

Mariana knew he was referring to Caprina. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good,” Scott leaned back in his chair, “I want you to lean back in your chair and begin to play with your pussy.”

“What?” Mariana surely didn’t hear what she thought she heard.

“Play with your pussy. You can’t make too much noise, though. Everyone will hear you and we don’t want that, do we?” Scott purred.

Scott wanted Mariana to get off with Him on the phone and directly in front of Caprina. The thought both intrigued Mariana and turned her on. “No, we don’t want that, Sir.” She hastily unfastened her slacks and unzipped them. She slipped a hand inside and was surprised to find she was already wet. She hated that it didn’t take much effort from Scott to make that happen.

She crept her fingers down to her heat; her nub was already peeking out from the folds and sensitive to the touch. She rubbed it a little and the sensation made her jump. In the midst of the excitement, she let out a small moan.

“Imagine me on top of you, thrusting inside your tight little pussy and squeezing your breasts,” Scott breathed, “as your legs are wrapped around my back. Damn baby, you feel so tight…” He moaned.

Small beads of sweat formed on Mariana’s body and she became flushed with desire. Her pussy contracted in anticipation. “Sir,” Mariana breathed, “can I come see You?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Scott teased, “I don’t know if you’re ready.”

Mariana rubbed her nub more. Her pussy began to contract and she tightly squeezed her thighs to prolong the feeling. She knew she was going to cum soon. “Please, Sir,” she repeated quietly.

“You’re ready. Meet me now.” Scott hung up.

Mariana stood up and zipped up her pants. Her face was flushed with heat and desire. She needed Scott inside her. She hurried to Scott’s office and closed the door behind her.

Caprina stood up from her chair. She had heard everything. She looked around and went over to Mariana’s desk. She saw she was working on a budget for the Guess campaign. She briefly scanned over the figures.
Hmm…what if I made just one small change?
Caprina quickly changed one line item from a hundred thousand to fifty thousand.
There. Fifty thousand. Not too bad, is it?
Caprina heard footsteps approaching and quickly went back to her place at Mariana’s desk.

“Is there anything we can assist you with, Ms. Waters?” Nate asked. He had Alex in tow.

“Oh, no, I’m fine,” Caprina began to gather her items. “I’ll be leaving now.”

A short while later, Mariana approached her workstation again. She was smiling big. “Sorry about that,” Mariana sat down, “I had to double-check something.” She typed a few more lines on the email and clicked send. “Perfect. Alrighty, I sent the budget to the Powers that Be. I guess we just have to wait and see what happens.”

Caprina simply smiled. “Yes, I guess we will.”

 

T
HIRTY

“If I have a shot of vodka right now, I’ll still be allowed on the plane, right?”

Scott warmly smiled at his girlfriend. “What do you need a shot of vodka for?”

“Because I’m nervous about meeting your friends.”

Mariana wondered when she would ever meet Scott’s friends. She heard him speak very fondly of Jeff and briefly mention Dave and Paul in passing, but he had stopped short of making any formal introductions. Scott did things on his own time, although the speed of such actions drove Mariana batty. Still, it was another test Scott had for her. She already passed the major one by meeting his family. The next one was the friends. And she knew if his friends approved of her, she was
that
much closer to getting her engagement ring.

Mariana wanted to relax. She knew who David Costa and Paul Williams were. Hell, all of Los Angeles knew who they were, and they didn’t even live there. They were the kings of real estate and lived in neighboring Cathedral Springs, a wealthy enclave in which most residents drove a luxury vehicle of some sort. They were old college friends of Scott and Jeff, and they routinely got together for a monthly poker night.

“You have nothing to worry about, baby. They’ll love you!” Scott promised.

“But we’re going to spend a few days together, Scott.” Mariana smoothed her straight hair again. She was convinced her forehead was a bit shiny for her taste and began to blot it. She had to look absolutely perfect. “What if they hate me within the first hour?”

Scott dismissed such talk. “I doubt it.”

“You seem awfully confident about me meeting your friends, honey,” Mariana tried to convince herself the same, “is there something I don’t know?”

“No, not at all,” Scott smiled. “Now, relax. The car will be here shortly to pick us up.”

Mariana knew Scott’s friends had a strong influence on him, whether he admitted it or not. She looked at herself in the mirror and began to recite her mantras.

“To Sir, I give my submission. To Sir, I give my devotion. To Sir, I give my sex. To Sir, I give my fears. To Sir, I give my trust. To Sir, I give my happiness. To Sir, I give my everything. Sir loves me and I love Sir.”

Gone was the nervousness, replaced with confidence. She was going to knock the three men off their feet!

****

The driver picked up Scott and Mariana shortly afterwards and drove them to the airport. They were on the tarmac when Mariana saw three men, one Black, one White, and one Latino, along with their companions, approach them.

“Nice to see you made it,” Jeff and his wife, Bella, approached the group. “Hello, Mariana, I’ve heard wonderful things about you. I’m Jeff and this is my wife, Bella.”

“Pleasure to meet you both,” Mariana felt more at ease.

“Beautiful plane,” Scott looked behind his Latino friend who walked up to him, “I’m sure I helped pay for it.”

“Yes, you did, penny-pincher,” David Costa gleefully smiled back at his friend. David turned his attention to Mariana. “You must be the incomparable Mariana I have been hearing about so much?”

Mariana blushed. The Latino man had a low, smooth rumble that made her melt. He was over six feet tall, had chestnut skin, and a small soul patch underneath his lips. “Yes, I am.”

“I’m David, but you can call me Dave,” He grabbed Mariana’s hand and kissed it. “Pleasure to meet you. Mariana, please meet my girlfriend, Victoria.”

Mariana was amazed at how beautiful Victoria was. She was curvy with straight brown hair and light brown eyes that complimented her chocolate skin. She was stunningly beautiful. “I’m so glad you were able to come!” Victoria gave Mariana a huge hug. “Please, call me Tori!”

“Okay, Tori!” Mariana smiled big.

“Don’t be fooled by his sweet-talking ass, Mariana,” A White man, Paul Williams, approached them. He was muscular but not as built as both Dave and Scott were. He had short brown hair and a matching light goatee, with striking blue eyes. “He does that with every woman he hadn’t fucked yet. I’m Paul and I’m the only sane one out of all of these fools.”

“Excuse you?” Jeff turned his head to him.

“I’m the only one not pussy-whipped,” Paul smiled. “I just brought my dog with me, where is she? Oh, here she is.” Paul snapped his fingers to a blonde woman who slapped his face the moment she approached him.

Scott glanced down at the petite blonde before him and looked back to Dave and Paul. “Why is she here?”

“She’s the financial advisor for the condos in Vegas,” Dave reasoned.

“That ain’t the only reason why she’s here,” Paul muttered before Dave elbowed him.

“Hello,” Patricia Douglas walked up to Mariana and shook her hand, “I’m Trish. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure to meet you, too, Trish.”

“Scott, nice to bring your girlfriend along,” Patricia walked up beside Paul, who dismissed her. “I’m sure Scott has told you all about me.”

Mariana shook her head. She didn’t have the foggiest idea who Trish was. “Actually, he hasn’t.”

“Oh?” Trish smiled at Scott. “I thought I was an important part of your history, Scott?”

“You are,” Scott smiled back. “If I remember correctly, you’re the reason why I went gay in the first place.”

“And with that being said,” Paul stifled a laugh, “I think it’s time we board.”

 

T
HIRTY-
O
NE

“Okay, arch your back a little. Yes, like that! Very good! Okay, turn around. Purse your lips together. Everyone wants you! Everyone loves you! You’re on top of the world! Perfect!”

Sarah had been dreaming of this day since she began modeling. She had been to many photo shoots before, but she finally made the big time due to Caprina’s connections. She was shooting a commercial for a new perfume coming out, and the location was in the middle of a field in Ohio. Sarah felt lucky she was able to do the shoot before she really started showing.

Her morning sickness hadn’t been too bad, and she was fortunate to not have the crazy cravings yet. She just hoped the pregnancy wouldn’t ruin her figure too much. She didn’t care too much about the fancy ring Eric gave her or his potential income of being a NBA player. She didn’t want to be just a former video girl-cum-NBA wife. She had a burgeoning career as a legitimate model and wanted to pursue it as much as she could.

Soon, everyone would forget who Caprina Waters was. They’d be talking about Sarah Roberts.

“Okay, Sarah, you need to change into something a bit more revealing,” The hairstylist guided her back behind the curtain. “Hurry up and change and we’ll fix your hair and makeup. Your co-star should be here soon.”

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