A full two weeks passed in a blink of an eye. It usually did when things got busy. Between shows and photo shoots the days passed quickly. The great news was Jefferey had been excellent at his job.
I got no bad calls from any of the models he had picked up. Most of the news was good. He was always punctual. He made sure the models made it into the building. He made sure they were at the right place. I could not be happier.
On the Homefront, nothing had changed. Mark was still a pain. His career seemed to be going down the toilet at an ever-increasing rate, which meant he was taking out his frustrations on me.
I couldn’t help that things were looking up for me. The company was doing well, and I was about to make a big splash in the Miami market which had been previously dominated by a competitor.
“I have to get those swimsuits down there as quick as possible,” I yelled at one of my distributors.
“Thank you,” I smiled as they gave me another date. It would be close, but I could make it work.
Mark walked into the lobby. I glanced up as I watched him walk towards my office. “Give us the room,” I said to Ginger and Lucy.
They walked past him as he entered. “Hi girls,” he said as they passed. They didn’t say anything, they knew all about our arguments.
I loved them both they were like my guard dogs. I knew they wanted to tear into my husband and at this point, I was ready to let them.
“Sorry,” he shrugged.
I shrugged. “For what?” I said leaning back in my chair. “Calling my job pointless, calling my models whores?”
“All of it,” he said as he sat down across from me. “I know you have poured your heart into this job.”
“Career,” I corrected him. “This isn’t just a job to me.”
Mark nodded. He knew I had worked my ass off for this company. Apart from having my name on the side of the building and all the papers, newsletters, and stock reports. It was mine.
The stockholders, as well as the Martine family the owners of the company, trusted me to run it. I never heard from any of them unless the company was in the negatives, or something was said about it in the magazines.
“I know,” he said looking at me with those steel-blue eyes of his. “It’s hard for me. I should be a good husband and support you in every way.”
I folded my arms and waited for the apple to drop. “What is it?” I asked, knowing that he came here for a reason.
“Nothing, I swear,” he said holding his hands up. “I just want to make it right. I am tired of the arguing.”
I looked at him. Mark had always had a way of making me do things I would normally not do. I looked out of my glass wall at my two assistants who were shaking their head. I bit my lower lip. I was going to ask for a separation, which would have been the first time I had ever thought about it. “Fine,” I said looking back at him.
I knew Mark didn’t mean any of the words he had said. He was under a lot of pressure, and if he lost this job, it would mean starting over for him, which at the age of forty-three would be hard for him.
“Thank you,” he said lowering his head. “How about dinner tonight?”
“Sure,” I shrugged. “Where?”
“Nilani?” he said with a smile.
“Are you serious?” I asked. Nilani was a premier Italian-American restaurant in the downtown area. Many people had to put in their reservation months in advance.
“I did some papers for one of the managers there, he said he would return the favor anytime I wanted,” Mark said with a grin.
“You’re serious,” I smiled. I had always wanted to go to that restaurant. Not just for the food. There were top models and big named celebrities that showed up there every night. If I could drop my name and a few business cards, I could drum up some serious business.
“Be ready by eight,” he smiled as he stood up.
I nodded. I watched him exit my office and head for the elevator. As the girls came back into the room, I shrieked with excitement. “What?” Ginger asked.
I told them about the dinner reservations. “Shut the fuck up!” Lucy said. “I have gone there just to stand outside and look at people as they leave.”
“Who hasn’t?” Ginger added.
“Can he afford it?” Lucy asked. “I heard the cheapest plate is like five-hundred dollars.”
“Yeah,” Ginger said. “And they frown on you if you order it.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “All he said was the manager owed him a big favor,” I shrugged.
The door opened, and Sara walked in. “I heard someone is going to Nilani’s,” she said with a huge smile.
Jefferey was right behind her. Over the two weeks, the two of them had gotten close. I could understand his interest in her. She was his type, well rounded in the right places. Thick hips, thighs and a set of F cup breasts.
Lucy went from hanging out with her on lunch breaks to not talking to her at all. Which Sara being the stereotypical blonde had not figured out. “How the hell do you know already?” Lucy asked.
“Hello?” Sara said. “My desk sits at the entrance of the elevator!”
“Two floors down,” I said.
“Okay, maybe I overheard someone say they heard a particular person saying something in the elevator,” Sara backtracked.
“Your husband told one of the mail clerks,” Jefferey said as he leaned against Lucy’s desk.
“Shush,” Sara said putting her hand on Jefferey’s shoulder.
“Yes, but no,” I said shaking my head.
“Oh, come on!” Sara squealed. I knew she wanted me to get pictures with anybody famous. It was her hobby to collect pictures of celebrities.
“What’s the big deal with that place anyway?” Jefferey asked.
All of us looked at him. “Oh honey,” Lucy said. “You’re the most handsome man in this building, but right now you just made my stomach turn.”
“Yeah,” Sara said. “I think I felt a bit dizzy after you said that.”
“It’s a high-priced restaurant that puts flakes of gold on a frigging donut and charges you to eat it,” Jefferey said. “I should charge them for ruining a perfectly good donut.”
Ginger laughed. “When he says it like that it does sound stupid.”
“I don’t care,” I shrugged. “I will eat that gold flaked donut with my pinky finger in the air because I can!”
We all laughed. I loved this bunch even Sara. She might be a nosey, dumb blonde. But she was loyal to a fault. Many other companies wanted to hire her, just because she was excellent at getting models to sign. She also ran a tight department. I never went downstairs to check on things. Sara got the job done plain and straightforward.
“Have fun,” Jefferey said as he looked over at me. “Try not to get frostbite.”
“Frostbite?” I asked.
“With all those people in there looking like penguins and having their nose so high in the air. It must be cold as fuck in there,” Jefferey said.
Again, we laughed. “I am serious,” he said, “Have you seen those fuckers coming out of there?”
Jefferey proceeded to walk around with his face aimed at the ceiling and pretended to be a rich person with an accent. “Have you seen my car?” he said. “Yes, it is the car with the wheels and big emblem on the front that cost way too much,” Jefferey said.
Lucy got up and put her arm through his. “Oh, darling remember we had it detailed for the seventeenth time. We had the limo bring us.”
They all took turns walking around with funny accents. By the time, they were finished my sides were hurting.
***************
I looked in the mirror. I wanted to make sure I looked good enough to be seen on camera. Just in case someone was taking pictures.
“You’re wearing that?” Mark said as he came into the bedroom. He was dressed in nice dress pants, with a matching top and a blue tie.
“Did you dye your hair?” I asked looking back at him. All the grey that usually flaked his head was gone, leaving only the black.
“Yes,” he said as he looked in the mirror to straighten his tie. “I thought you would wear the green dress that I got for you.”
I hated that dress. Mark had got it for Valentine’s day last year. We went out to dinner afterwards. I never wore it again. “You know I hate that dress. I fall out of it too quickly,” I said looking at him.
“I know,” he smiled with a devilish grin.
I shook my head and smiled. “Okay, don’t get angry if my boobs make it on the front page of a newspaper.”
We pulled into the underground parking. When we got, I had had to pull the front of the dress up. It was too low in the front. It was a perfect dress for someone built like Lucy who could wear it and look cute.
On a busty woman like me, it made me look sluttish. I was showing way more cleavage than I was used to, and every time I took a step or moved the front wanted to fall completely down. Let alone the sides were split straight down, so my thighs were open for the whole world to see.
“I hate you right now,” I said looking over at him.
“Look at that line,” he said as we got up top.
I looked at everyone. The line as well as the people standing across the street, waiting for someone important to come out. “How long do we have to wait in line?” I asked.
Mark pulled out two gold pieces of paper. “We don’t,” he smiled.
“I take back what I said,” I laughed at him.
“You love me now huh?” he said with that grin. He looked down at my cleavage.
“Later,” I said as we walked up the ramp.
“Now,” he said pushing me back behind a large silver SUV. He cupped my breasts. He was horny, and so was I. I also loved when we did naughty things in public. He quickly pulled the dress up above my hips. I felt him pull my panties to the side.
“Hurry,” I said under my breath. Anyone could see us. We were in the open. Even if someone came from any direction, they would see or hear us. I felt him slip inside of me. He gripped me tightly as he grunted. He fucked me hard and fast. I lifted one of my legs and wrapped it around him.
Mark grunted as he fucked me. He sucked on my neck pushing himself deeper into me. I met each of his thrusts with my own, grinding myself down onto him, milking his cock for his cum.
“I’m cumming,” he whispered.
I pushed him off me and lowered myself. I took his cock in my mouth as he fucked my throat. Mark tangled his hands in my long hair gripping my head tightly as he pumped his hips forward. I felt him cumming, spewing his cum down my throat.
I wiped my mouth clean as I stood up. Mark zipped his pants up as I corrected my dress. We walked towards the restaurant. I took out a mint from my purse and slipped it into my mouth. I smiled and nodded at people as we went to the front of the line.
“Here,” Mark said as he gave the men at the door the tickets.
“Yes,” one of the men said. “Your party is waiting for you inside.”
“Party?” I asked as one of the men opened the door.
Inside the place was luxurious. Statues of god-like men and women met us at the entrance. A small waterfall was built into the near the wall. The water splashed into a golden basin. Another well-dressed lady opened the other door.
“Mark?” I asked but he just gripped my hand tightly as we walked inside.
I stood in amazement. The interior was magnificent. Tables were everywhere, with lighted candles on them. A band played light music at the far back. Waiters were like bee’s moving this way and that. The crystal chandeliers hung down from a glass ceiling. The stars in the sky were just above us.
Another man took the papers from Mark. “Yes, Mr. Crawford is waiting for you,” he said.
That name stung me like a bee. Now I knew how he could afford to come here. The CEO of his company had given him the tickets. I wasn’t here because he wanted to make up. I was here as eye candy for his boss. I looked at him with fire in my eyes.
“This way,” the man said to me as I was standing still.
“Do you really want to make a scene?” Mark asked.
I could feel eyes on me now. I walked forward as Mark put his arm around me. “You’re an asshole,” I whispered through gritted teeth.
I felt ashamed. Most of the women around me were dressed smartly, and here I was dressed like a high-priced hooker. With cum on my breath. I reached into my purse and took two more mints into my mouth.
When we got to our seats, I looked at the people around the large table. Not only was it just the CEO. But most of the board members accompanied by their wives and husbands. I was out of place, and the look on their eyes told it all. I looked over at Mark with a fake smile. Under the table, I gripped his thigh tightly digging my nails into him.
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