54. What Exactly Are You Doing, Frank?
Before she could ask, Frank moved closer. Close enough that Layra felt the heat coming off his body, his presence making the air around her thick and electric.
Then, his hand reached out to touch her thigh. It was light at first, but as his fingers grazed her skin, he didn't stop. Instead, his hand moved up slowly, tracing the curve of her body until it rested on her waist.
Layra stiffened, realizing what he was after, but didn't immediately move away. Instead, she narrowed her eyes at him, trying to keep her tone casual. "What exactly are you doing, Frank? Is this part of the photoshoot too?"
"Oh no... this has nothing to do with the camera." Frank's voice was low and calm as he shifted even closer, his other hand now joining the first as they both trailed along her sides, up to her waist, and then back down, grazing the edges of her panties.
There was an undeniable lust in his eyes, a look she had seen many times before from men who couldn't help wanting her once she showed off too much skin.
"I think it's clear what I'm doing... But before you get the wrong idea," Frank paused to look into her eyes, making sure his next words landed perfectly, "this isn't a demand. It's more of an invitation."
His hands didn't stop moving, brushing against her soft skin with an intention that couldn't be mistaken. One of his fingers even traced along the outline of her breast, making her breath quicken just slightly.
"And what happens if I refuse that... invitation?" Layra asked quietly, trying to keep her cool, but her heart was beating faster under his touch.
Frank wasn't a good-looking man, far from it. His average face, rough skin, and chubby frame didn't attract her at all. Normally, she wouldn't have given someone like him a second glance.
Yet she had just signed a contract with the studio, and from how Rebecca talked, he was a big shot here. This man had the power to make her life as a model either smooth or difficult. Pissing him off by turning him down outright might have consequences.
So, she had to tread carefully.
Frank didn't seem offended by her question, though. He just chuckled, his hands still resting on her waist and sides like he was in control of the moment. "Nothing happens, really. We just move on like I never asked, and you can go on your way. Like I said, I'm not forcing anything on you, Layra."
But before she could respond, his hand slipped from her waist and cupped her breast, his thumb brushing lightly against her hardening nipple.
"But if you stay... If you give me something extra, well..." His voice trailed off as he gave her breast a firm squeeze, making her bite back a gasp.
It wasn't exactly a threat. More like a not-so-subtle hint at the perks of keeping him happy. Layra knew this game well, even though she preferred when things didn't get so personal on set. It blurred the lines between professional and... whatever this was.
Still, as much as she found Frank unattractive, the thought of a quick, casual hook-up wasn't totally off the table.
Layra had her pride ground to the dust recently when she was broke and almost had to evict. This kind of work was her life. And sometimes, doing a little extra behind closed doors came with it. A price for climbing higher, gaining access to more opportunities, and smoothing over potential problems before they started.
Not to mention, she was already aroused from the shoot. Posing in skimpy lingerie and acting like a seductress had her body heated, and the thrill of being admired and wanted still lingered in her veins. And so she figured, why not?
"Frank, you know what happens in the studio stays here, right?" Layra murmured, finally giving in.
Instead of answering with words, Frank leaned in and captured her lips with his. The kiss was rough, a bit sloppy, and nothing like the passionate or tender ones Layra had shared with Shawn.
Still, it wasn't unpleasant enough to stop her from responding.
After all, it was just sex. It didn't have to mean anything more.
Layra opened her mouth to let him in, her hands moving to his shoulders as the kiss deepened. Frank groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming her body more freely now. He squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and then slid down to palm her ass. The way he handled her was more demanding than skilled, but Layra didn't care.
She had to remind herself that this was for work, in a way. A favor for the man who could keep watch over new modeling gigs, nothing more.
As their kisses grew more heated, Layra could feel his erection pressing against her leg, and she decided not to waste time.
She reached down to unzip his pants, pulling his cock free, stroking it roughly. It wasn't huge or particularly impressive, not even close to her ex-bf's, let alone Shawn's.
Still, it was enough to not completely ruin the mood.
"Fuck, Layra," Frank panted against her lips, clearly enjoying her touch. "You're fucking hot."
Before Layra could reply, he pulled her on top of him, guiding her to sit on his face in one swift move while having her bent over his cock. "Time to taste you, babe."
The sudden change of position took Layra by surprise. His hands pulled her hips down, making her hover her soaked pussy right over his mouth while her face was level with his throbbing dick.