Authors: Keke Chanel
“Charlotte, may I make love to you,” Richard asked. He couldn’t contain himself any longer. He knew th
ey
promised to keep their relationship friendly but he was in love with her and wanted to express his love by pleasuring her. Caught off guard, Charlotte took him by the hand and led him over to her bed. She eased him down slowly, bringing herself on top of him. Their lips captured each other again, more feverishly.
She removed his clothing, admiring his rock hard body. For an older man, h
is body
still looked
like one of a
twenty-five year old. Charlotte
could tell that he still took care of himself, working out and eating healthy. He didn’t have an
ounce of
fat on his frame. His body was a work of art. His skin glowed,
smelling like fresh cloves and cocoa butter.
The way he wrapped his arms around her, took all of her worrying and troubles away. She melted allowing nature to take its course.
Richard returned the favor by undressing her as well. He took all of her in. She had a body of
a
woman half her age, if not better. The flatness of her stomach astounded him. Her legs were toned and she had one of the most amazing pair of breasts that he had ever seen. When she turned around to show him her most prized asset, he nearly passed out. He now knew where Sugah had gotten her ass from. Charlotte’s hypnotized him. He caressed it gently, bringing her deeper into him.
They made love that day for the first time but Charlotte knew afterwards that she couldn’t get enough of him. The way he worked her body was insane. He kissed every inch of her, leaving her utterly and completely satisfied as never before. She considered herself a sexual person but Richard took that realization to another level. Beyond anything she could have ever imagined.
He made her want to do things, naughty things to him.
When they finally emerged from the bedroom, they were flushed and almost late for the fashion show. Charlotte smiled as they rode along, thinking of how she would make love to him again and again when they got back home.
“What are you thinking of my love,” Richard asked. He couldn’t stop the smile from appearing across his face. The woman next to him was amazing. He felt twenty years younger. His dick still thumped from the incredible climax she gave him. The taste of her body still lingered on his lips. He licked them, recalling every detail of the way they had kissed her all over. Richard was alive again. He felt like a man again. Sophia hadn’t been a sexual person. In fact she encouraged him to seek it elsewhere, pushing him away when he tried to make love to her. They were
never compatible in that department but he looked passed that aspect, thinking that their love for one another would surpass.
When she became
sick, she moved out of their bedroom. Richard was lonely, seeking love in the arms of another woman.
He longed to feel desired by his wife but she never gave in to his temptations. He felt alone, dirty and tried to hide his sexual side completely. In the end, he found himself resenting her. When she died, he felt relief but missed her deeply. The first few years of their marriage were all he had to keep the memory of her alive. Years of therapy
also
helped Richard come to the terms that he wasn’t weird, abnormal or dirty. He simply married someone who wasn’t on his level and thought that he could fix the problem eventually. No one should have to experience life that way. Charlotte proved that fact true. He was now finally able to be open…free…uninhibited. He felt his dick grow, pushing up against his zipper. He shifted to get comfortable. Charlotte saw the huge bulge in front of him and grinned.
She used her hand to pleasure him until she was able to do so with her body. Richard almost wrecked the car from the powerful orgasm ripp
ing
through hi
s loins
. The only thing he could do was curse. No one had ever made him climax so hard. The last time he did was when he was watching Coffee
and Sugah make love. The image
of that suddenly made him feel ashamed but he quickly shook the thought from his mind. No more feeling ashamed, he told himself. He was about to finally be able to be the person he always knew he was
,
a
sexual being, who gave more pleasure than he received
because he aimed to please his woman.
He wanted to take her right then and there
,
but reframed. They would have all the time in the world when they got back from the show.
Charlotte Payne had better be prepared. He was about to rock her world.
Chapter 21
The day of the Fashion Show was finally there. Sugah was so exc
ited. Her photo-shoot turned out
beautifully. She looked amazing in her pictures. The clients loved her presence, her body and her all-around look. Sugah surprised them all when she walked. She was a natural
,
“
fierce
”
as Tyra Banks would say
.
She commanded the attention of everyone in the room. All eyes were suddenly on her. A few of the other models up for the gig turned and admired her elegance. They wondered if she gave private lessons. When Sugah finished her walk, several mouths hung open, while others held smiles on their faces. “Oh my God,” Sugah heard someone say. Before she was able to say or do anything else, one of the designers began clapping his hands. “Now this is who we want in our show. This girl really knows how to walk. Her body is beautiful
…perfect. Come, come! Let us get
you into some clothes. What did y
ou say your name was again,” the designer
said
in a slight French accent
.
“Spice, just call me Spice,” Sugah said. Her confidence was overwhelming
but empowering,
and
a few girls nodded at her. They would remember her name
and her walk
forever.
Her presence radiated positive energy, and many of the models in the room couldn’t help but admire the amazing beauty, when usually they couldn’t care less about the competition. There was just something special about the woman walking in front of them, showcasing an indescribable talent for modeling.
Each piece of clothing fit
Sugah lovely frame with
perfection. Each piece showed off her incredible legs
, tiny waist
and
amazing
ass. Sugah found herself getting used to all the attention and compliments from the designer
s
.
Jean-Marc was
the first of several designers she went to see. He was
an amazing
sought after
designer. Everyone wanted to work with and for him. Sugah was one of the few who could now say she had gotten that privilege. The fact that he was giving her all of the clothing, shoes and a
ccessories she wore in his show
was another thing to make Sugah do flips. She was informed by his assistant to keep that
under wraps
because she was the only one he gave instruction to receive such lavish treatment. Jean-Marc wasn’t too generous with his designs, especially to someone as new to the fashion world as Sugah, so she was extremely grateful.
When
Sugah
finished her first go-see, she went on to impress several other designers and their design teams.
Not only did she book the fashion show for the designer she was supposed to,
Sugah
would walk in
each fashion line for the event.
Maxim Akashi, Alejundro Sanchez, and Keke Chanel were the other designers Sugah would work with during the wonderful event. She didn’t learn of her working with Keke Chanel until after she arrived home that night. Coffee called to tell her the great news. Sugah remembered her dress and shoes by the designer, her lovely gift from Coffee and simply wouldn’t wait to wear it after the show.
When the others learned of her success, they knew that
Sugah
was truly something special. Offers to have her attend a party, sporting event, host several other projects, came floo
d
ing in. Coffee couldn’t keep them all together. Everyone was holding their own but Sugah was blowing them all out of the water. His love and admiration for her went to another level.
Too bad he didn’t see the snake lurking in the distance, watching Sugah like a piece of meat
, with such hate
. He wanted what he saw and he always got wha
t he wanted
,
even if that meant someone getting hurt in the process.
Now that the day of the event was here, Sugah was nervous. She wanted to do her best, make everyone proud of her
,
and also impress the designers and the people in attendance. The more money was raised, the more research could be done to find a cure to breast cancer. Sugah thought about her mother. She
couldn’t imagine life without her. As she walked around the staging area, she saw several women who looked to be fighting the deadly disease. Her heart went out to those amazing, brave women and if her participation in the event could help them, Sugah decided then and there that she would give her all and then some to make sure that happened. Everyone in attendance was given a secret ballot to bid on all of the designs featured in the show. The winners would receive custom made
pieces from each designer, while the money went to cancer research. The event was great, but Sugah knew that she could make it better. It was time for Spice to do her thang.
The place was in full swing. There were people running around trying to make sure everything was the way it should be. Chairs were being wiped down, lights were being put in place, brochures were being put in each seat for the audience, and all the designers worked hard on last minute flaws, to make sure each model represented their designs the best way possible. A lot counted on this in order to make a successful event, so no one took their role lightly. Sugah was no exception. She always gave her absolute best, in everything she set her mind to. Looking at the stage, Sugah smiled. She was ready. She was born to do this event. All of her nerves slowing faded away.
“You got this,” she told herself.
Sugah followed the attendant to her dressing area. There, she shared it with six other model
s
, who all remembered her from the a
udition process. One woman in particular wasn’t as friendly as the others. In fact, she didn’t bother introducing herself or even getting up from her seat when Sugah walked in.
The way she stared at Sugah was evil. If looks could kill, she would have dropped dead upon arrival.
But there was something familiar about her, Sugah thought. It was as if she had seen her someplace, but where. Sugah ignored those thoughts and prepared to give a lifetime performance for everyone in attendance
at
the fashion show. Her mother would be there, as well as all the others and Sugah didn’t want to disappoint them in any way, shape or form.
She thought about Coffee. Suddenly pleasing him was her main concern. He believed in her. Sugah couldn’t help but get aroused just thinking about him. She wanted to feel his hands all over her again, touching her in places she didn’t want anyone else to see
or touch
, ever. The things she would do to Coffee when she got her hands on him again were sinful. Sugah closed her eyes to concentrate. Now was not the time to think such naughty things. She had a show to do. She squared her shoulders, gathered he
r thoughts and got ready to wow
everybody.
As a few of the other women begin to fall out, Sugah got a better look at the unfriendly woman. It hit her.
“Just play it cool,” Sugah silently told herself. Now was not the time or place to cause a scene.
It was one of the twins she saw from the other night. ‘Game on Bitch’, Sugah thought smiling her million dollar smile. She wasn’t intimidated in the least. If anything she was motivated to show just how unfazed she was by the woman’s presence.
Mya didn’t like anyone who commanded more attention as she. She knew that Sugah was someone special, someone who would give her a run for her money. Not if she had anything to do with it, she thought watching the stunning beauty before her. True, she was beautiful with a genuine presence, but that didn’t mean a thing to her. Sugah had something she wanted. Something she would get sooner than later. For now she had to play it cool, otherwise, her true intentions would be found out.
‘
Let the games begin
’
, Mya
thought. She too had a performance to give and if all went the way she expected, Sugah would be eating out of the palms of her hands
by the end of the show
.
She was sure of it.
“You new t
o this whole fashion thing too,
I can help you if you like
,
”
Mya called out.
Sugah looked around to see if the woman was talking to anyone behind her before she answered. “Are you talking to me,” she asked
pointing at herself
.