Lush Life

October 2019. Los Angeles, California.

Ana's lithe legs were draped across mine as her bare feet nudged lightly at my ribs. I sank deeper into the couch as she tapped softly at the laptop sitting between her thighs. I barely noticed when her tapping stopped.

"London," she said, squinting slightly at the screen. "Valentino's doing a private show. It's press-free and invite only. They want me to show my face and, y'know... smile politely for the cameras."

"And?" I asked.

"And I thought maybe you'd... want to come? You can pose as my security detail."

I chuckled at that.

"You serious?"

Ana finally looked up. Her eyes were soft and pleading, that look that always made something inside of me either burrow or build up.

"Yeah," I said. "Of course."

She beamed and leaned in to kiss my jaw.

"It'll be quick, papi."

"Depending on what you wear I sure hope not."

"Funny," Ana kissed me on the nose. "We might as well get packing now. I'll call my people."

"Yup," I nodded as she slinked herself off the couch, switching her hips as she walked up the stairs.

*

The flight was smooth. Ana slept through most of it and I stared at her a majority of the time. By the time we got to the hotel, the dreary gray of London had already turned to gold by late afternoon. Our room was nice, stupid nice. Fresh flowers sat by the bed, the bathroom was the size of my first apartment, and the view from the window was pristine.

Ana hurriedly plopped her suitcase on top of the bed. I tried to sneak a glance but she shooed me off with a smile and a wave of her hand.

"Excuse you," she said dramatically.

"You literally brought me to this city. Again."

"Yes," she said, crouching over her things, "but that doesn't mean you get to see the dress before the night. That would ruin the magic."

"This isn't a wedding," I sighed. "But I'll still pretend to be surprised."

"You better." Ana smiled.

I took the cue and opened my own bag, pulling out an all-black dress shirt, pants, shoes, a tie, and a jacket. A safe choice to stay somewhat anonymous. I wasn't nervous though. Not about the show or the trip or even running into someone I knew.

All of that was buried under Ana's smile. Tonight, I figured I'd get to see Ana dressed to kill and own the room. Then I'd take her back to the hotel and do the same. Simple enough. At least I hoped it'd be.

*

I stayed quiet in the other room while her team worked. Through the crack in the door I watched them transform Ana while she sat patiently. They fluffed, powdered, and curled like machines. After a while, mainly out of boredom, I got on my phone.

A few minutes later after they peeled out, Ana entered my room all slow and dramatic. She was perfect. Especially so for a few hours and some pictures.

Her hair fell in soft, flawless curls, framing her face like a veil. The lamplight casted a glow on every strand. The top she wore was white with a high tank neckline snug around the shoulders. But after a closer look, I saw a delicate lacy pattern just below the surface. A little sheer, just enough to hint at what was mine. Draped over it was a light cardigan colored between pink and pearl. The fabric clung lightly to her arms but it was anchored by confidence.

Her necklace was the statement piece. It was chandelier shaped, silver and light-catching, lying flat against her chest as though it had been designed with only her in mind. Every crystal seemed to flicker with her breath.

Her pants matched the top, light pink and fitted just right. She topped it all off with a pair of glossy black heels and glittering stud earrings. Ana stared at me, smiling softly but poised.

I stood, fighting every urge to not pull her in by her hips.

"You're gonna stop traffic." I huffed.

"Good," she smiled fully. "Let them crash."

And just like that we were off, with me leading her out the door.

*

The car ride over was quiet until we hit the venue. Ana sat perfectly still beside me with one hand resting in her lap and the other resting gentle on my forearm. She didn't seem nervous, but her eyes were locked onto the flash of the cameras outside the window as we slowed to the drop-off point.

I pulled my sunglasses from my collar and put them on. Frankly they were ridiculous, but Ana didn't laugh.

"Now you look like you're a secret service agent."

"That's the point. A big and anonymous guy lurking in the background. Nobody has to know."

Ana slipped her hand down to mine, holding it tightly. I hesitated for a moment.

"We're not hiding." She said,

"I thought I was your bodyguard." I gave her a weak smile.

"Then guard me properly."

The door opened and a wave of flashbulbs hit the car before we even moved. I tried to exit first to shield her, but Ana tugged me back. She stepped out like this was the red carpet, which to be fair, it might as well have been. I followed with my hand in hers. My sunglasses stayed high on the bridge of my nose.

The inside of the building was another planet.

The room was drenched in slow, ultra-rich colors. Purples bled in pinks, gold glints filled the edges of swirling orange. It was like stepping into a lava lamp built for people with seven figure contracts and full-time PR teams.

A huge stage stood in the center. Rows of tables lined the walls, each set like a gala dinner, flickering candles between ridiculously expensive crystal glasses. Ana let go of my hand as she made her entrance. I scanned the room. There were too many faces to count. My eyes, as always, went to the bar.

And as always, I moved towards it.

I removed my glasses, sat down, and signaled to the bartender what I wanted. I kept my eyes on the table and for a while I figured this is where I'd stay all night. Until I felt a hand drift across my back.

"Don't be alarmed," a familiar voice said, "but if you look hard enough at this dress you'll realize I forgot to pack a bra."

I turned to see Cara as elegant as ever. A black gown draped low on her slender shoulders and ended right around her calves. Her makeup was soft, but as usual it sharpened that almost angry look in her eyes.

I gave her a small side hug and she slid into the stool next to me.

"Hey stranger," she nudged her elbow into mine.

"Hey," I smiled.

"You got a target?"

"What?"

"You're dressed like you're here to assassinate someone."

The bartender placed my whiskey on the table. I took a quick swig and groaned at the burn.

"How've you been? Like... not work stuff," she said, turning slightly to face me. I hesitated as she burned a hole into my head with those eyes of hers.

"I've been... busy."

"Busy is code for stress."

"Busy is code for not wanting to think too hard." I responded.

"I get it." She nodded.

"You bring anyone?" I asked.

"Not exactly." She shrugged as her fingers tapped at the table.

"Not exactly?"

"Anya begged me to tag along."

Goddamnit.

I whipped my head around so hard I could've given myself whiplash. I scanned the crowd like I really was trying to find a target and then I saw her.

Anya stood near the far wall with a cocktail in her hand. She wore a leopard print long-sleeve mesh dress that was the textbook definition of tight. Deep black heels dug into the floor, her platinum locks straight as sheet paper, and her makeup dark and gothic. Black lips, thick and smoky eyeshadow, and a faint hint of blusher on her cheeks.

She hadn't seen me yet. Key word: yet.

"What is it?" Cara asked, noticing my stiffness.

"Uh... nothing," I lied. "I'm good."

Part of me wanted to tell the truth. I could trust Cara with keeping all this wildness a secret. My finger ran along the rim of my glass as my mouth began to move, but then the lights dimmed.

"Shit," Cara muttered. "The show's starting."

We both stood and I gave Cara another quick hug.

"Ana looks lovely by the way." Cara smiled.

"Don't steal her from me." I couldn't help but smile back.

"I'll try, but oh is it hard." Cara said with a dramatic flick of her hand.

We walked away from the bar as a cool British voice drifted over the speakers.

"Ladies and gentleman. The show is about to begin."

Ana found me through the shuffling crowd, gently taking me by the hand. We found our table and the show began.

The lights switched to a smooth purple as the runway came alive. Cameras flashed and models glided down the catwalk like they weren't even touching the floor. Ana kept her hand on my thigh but her eyes scanned the stage like she was trying to figure out what she'd wear to her next premiere.

Every now and then she'd whisper some high fashion joke that completely went over my head. But I laughed along with her despite the guilt pooling in my stomach. When the final look came down and the music reached its crescendo, the lights came back on.

"I'm done for the night, papi," Ana smiled. "Press has what they need."

"You're not staying for dinner?" I asked.

She kissed me on the cheek. "Ive had enough glitter for one night. You can schmooze if you want. I'll meet you back at the hotel."

Ana walked out, waving to whoever she could along the way. I watched her go, just to make sure she was okay. Then I stood, smoothed out my jacket, and made my way to the exit.

Until I caught her out of the corner of my eye. Anya was leaning against the marble top of the bar, her smile light, her body language relaxed and open.

But I saw it. The ring. That ring. She noticed me noticing her, but she didn't give me her usual smirk or a wink.

"Hello, Jason." She nodded.

"Anya... didn't know you were here." I lied.

"Sure you didn't," She snorted. "Anyway, you headed out?"

"Uh... yeah. Back to the hotel. Long flight."

"I understand. Have a good night, Jason."

"Yup." I nodded and quickly turned. I knew she was a good actress. It's what she and nearly everyone else in this building did professionally. But that casualness, that... niceness in her voice scared me more than her normal tone.

As I stepped past the after party crowd, my phone buzzed with a text from Ana.

"I'm in room 814 and with someone you'd like... :)"

*

I knocked at the door. Ana's voice came through.

"It's open!"

I twisted the handle, bracing myself for Hayley, maybe. On the off chance, maybe even Emma. But it wasn't either of them.

Emilia.

She looked cozy, dressed down in a deep red tank top and soft gray sweats. Lounging beside her on the couch was Ana, still glamorous but barefoot. The cardigan hung loose around her shoulders, and her chandelier necklace was laid across the side table.

"There he is," Ana beamed. "Took you long enough."

Emilia lit up too. "Hi. I didn't know you'd be joining us."

My mind kicked into high gear after the drive in the taxi. I stepped in quickly, slipping off my jacket and folding it carefully over the chair. I then kicked off my shoes at the edge of the carpet as I stared at the girls. Ana with her long legs tucked underneath her and Emilia with her soft, sleepy eyes. I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet.

"Eager huh?" Ana teased.

"Yeah I'm just... pent up." I huffed as I frantically popped my buttons.

"That's an understatement," Emilia chuckled.

When I was fully naked, I immediately wrapped my arms around Ana and pulled her in for a fiery kiss. She moaned at first, surprised by the hunger on my tongue, but after a few seconds her body relaxed. I broke the kiss then turned to Emilia, smothering her the same way.

I kept one arm around Emilia's waist, the other firmly gripping Ana's thigh. Emilia groaned into my mouth as our tongues clashed. She let her hands roam up my body, her fingers running over my rib cage, my chest, and then down to the base of my cock.

Emilia stroked me nice and slow, moaning and deepening the kiss as I pulsed in her soft palms. My hips jerked instinctively into her skilled twists, but eventually I had to pull back to give her a chance to breathe. Emilia let go of my cock and I turned to Ana.

I kissed her again, just a bit slower this time. I moved my hands to her slim waist and I gently eased her back onto the bed. I leaned up and kissed along her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. I peppered her smooth skin in tender kisses that might've seemed a little too excessive, but I didn't care.

I broke the kiss with Ana and turned to Emilia again, this time gently cupping her jaw with both hands. I kissed her with more pressure than I meant to, immediately sliding one hand down from her jaw to her hip, gripping it tight. Emilia gasped into my mouth at the strength of my hand, but she didn't break the kiss.

Once again, the only reason I broke the kiss was to breathe. Emilia giggled and hit me with that skin-tingling smile.

"Goodness," she huffed. "I shouldn't have changed if I'd known you'd be this happy to see me."

Before I could respond, Emilia leaned in to kiss me this time, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"If you want my mouth full again," She said with a lip-biting smirk. "Use that monster of yours."

"Emilia!" Ana laughed.

I rose a little higher from my crouched position, my hard cock pointing right at her face. Emilia seemed flattered at my urgency as she adjusted herself. She was on her hands and knees, tucking her curvy body in so her mouth was perfectly level with my cockhead.

Emilia wrapped both hands around the base while staring up at me, a faint smile curving around her puffy pink lips. Then she moved in, wrapping those lips around my cock and playfully running her tongue around the underside. I immediately moaned at the warm wetness of her hungry maw and the sight of her staring up at me with a mouthful of dick.

"She's good..." Ana purred as she leaned back to enjoy the show, lazily rubbing her fingers over her own stomach.

Emilia smiled as best she could around me, gagging slightly but still keeping her eyes on me. Then she began to bob her head, gently rocking herself back and forth as saliva sloshed around in her mouth. She kept her lips sealed tight, but her passes were smooth.

My stomach went tight at both the sight and the sensation. Despite the overall insanity of the situation, I couldn't deny how good it looked to have Emilia looking up at me as she made a mess. I reached down, brushing a few errant strands of chestnut brown from her forehead.

Then my hips began to move slightly, just a small thrust into the dripping wet warmth of her sloppy mouth. Emilia leaned into it, her eyes growing wider with glee as she adjusted her rhythm. Her bobs grew messier, a thick line of spit leaking down her bottom lip as she relaxed her throat to take me even deeper.

"Atta' girl. You make a mess." Ana purred.

"Ana," I huffed.

She giggled, sliding closer to Emilia. I couldn't risk something slipping out. I reached out and gently pressed my thumb to Ana's perfectly done lips. She blinked in surprise before smiling and opening her mouth. She wrapped her lips around my digit and sucked nice and slow like it was my cock, staring up at me as she did. I throbbed harder in Emilia's mouth, now creating a low but throaty sloshing sound.

Ana let my thumb slide deeper as I added a second finger. She moaned and curled her tongue around both, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. Emilia gagged and shuddered a bit, her eyebrows furrowing in what looked like anger. That somehow made her hotter.

"You're both just... goddamn... gorgeous..." I muttered, my voice dry.

It was only half a lie, but they both smiled like it was the truth. Ana's eyes fluttered closed for a second as she opened her mouth wider for my fingers. She would've taken my whole fist into her mouth if she could. As Ana bathed my hand in warm spit, Emilia was doing the same to my dick.

She matched the rhythm of my bucking hips, her tanktop now ruined, darkened with slime. I buried my free hand into her hair, gripping just enough to fuck her face like a toy. A few more sloppy pumps and my sack was drenched in her warmth, swinging and slapping lightly against her already soaked chin.

"Ana," I groaned, slipping my fingers from her lips. "Take that expensive shit off."

"Oh? Yes sir..." She purred somewhat sarcastically, but she did exactly as she was told.

The cardigan slipped first, then she slipped her top off with ease, revealing her firm breasts and slim stomach with a sexy bounce. She kicked her jeans off, taking her lace panties with her. That left her in nothing but those studs and a smirk.

"Better?" She smiled, stretching her arms over her head for dramatic effect.

"Much better." I growled as I picked up the pace in Emilia's mouth.

Her obedient eyes burned bright as her face started to go red. But she didn't stop me. She adjusted her jaw and lips, bubbly spit seeping from every part of her lips that wasn't stretched by my cock. I was deep in her throat now, every inch of me barreling in and out with ease.

"Mmm... you're fucking her like you're gonna marry her." Ana teased.

I froze for a split second. Ana didn't notice, but I felt Emilia giggle as best she could around me. My blood turned to ice for a moment. That was until Ana rose from the bed, kissing me lightly on my shoulder before she rounded towards my back. Her fingers were light and delicate on my skin as she trailed them down my spine.

"Let me just..." Ana murmured, mostly to herself. I was too busy stuffing Emilia's mouth to notice what she was up to. I slid my thick dick all the way in, slowly this time, until my spit-coated sack pressed firmly against her chin. I held Emilia there for a while, staring into her pleased eyes as she gurgled around me.

I felt Ana kiss just above the curve of my cheeks. Then I felt her hands on my asscheeks. I slid backwards out of Emilia's mouth just a few inches, but Ana's warm breath and eager tongue pierced my ass, immediately sending me back into Emilia's throat.

"Fuck!" I yelped. While this wasn't new, it'd certainly been a while. Ana lapped at my rosebud gently, her hands keeping my cheeks spread just enough so she could enjoy herself. I pulsed in Emilia's mouth, trying not to cum at both sensations. But I couldn't stop bucking my hips. I went forward, Emilia slobbered, I went back, Ana lapped.

"I'm..." I groaned, unable to finish my sentence. Ana pulled her tongue free from my asshole and I immediately pulled out of Emilia's drenched throat. Heavy strings of spit clung to my underside and her lips.

"Give it to me," Emilia moaned, smiling wide. I gripped the base of my cock nice and firm, working it with long, heavy strokes. I was so close I only needed three. I came hard and fast, heavy ropes that matched the color of the spit she produced fired from my cockhead and drenched her face. Multiple shots glazed her nose, her lips, her cheeks. The orgasm tore through me so strongly it nearly bent me forward.

Emilia smiled through every shot, licking her gummy lips and moaning at the taste.

"Goodness," she laughed. "That was *so* hot."

Ana sat back on her knees behind me, licking her lips and smiling.

"Jesus," she chuckled. "Sweetie, you were really pent up. If you needed some love before the party you should've asked."

I smiled and gave a half hearted chuckle. I just might've been in the clear.

Until...

'Knock Knock Knock'

Three sharp taps at the door. My heart leapt so fast I thought I might throw up.

"It's open!" Emilia shouted, cheerful and eager despite my load still warm on her face.

Fuck.

Anya opened the door, now wearing a long black coat over her dress with a bottle of wine in her hand.

"Well," she snorted. "This looks cozy."

"Anya!" Ana yelped, covering her chest just enough to feign modesty. "I didn't know you were here."

"Neither did I," she looked around the room. "I thought I'd pick up some wine but... clearly we've moved on to dessert."