Not Model Behavior
Anynom
Don’t read this if you’re under 18 and don’t try this at home.
I guess you’d have to place
this story before Ms. Crawford’s pregnancy but shortly after her
marriage Enjoy.
One of the best things about life as a supermodel was that you
visited te best places in the
world. Growing up, Cindy Crawford never thought a trip to Maui would
be thought of as a
weekend excursion. She could certainly afford
it, there was no doubt
of that. Although she wasn’t
in the main model biz anymore, Cindy had enough cash to live
comfortably for quite a while and a
quick getaway would suit her perfectly right about now.
She drew her long brown hair back and lay further into her deck
chair. She wore a blue
swimsuit that wrapped well around her body which she couldn’t help
but flaunt a bit. Not that
there were many people around right now, which suited her just fine.
It wasn’t fans she wasn’t
really worried about, it was photographers. She didn’t mind too much
about nude pictures of her
showing up on the Internet, as long as they were ones she’d posed
for, like in *Playboy*. But
having pics of her from beaches and even her house ticked her off.
In a weird way, she was
actually glad that the attention on her was fading. It meant less
chance of photo stalkers.
Cindy glanced at her watch and saw it was getting late. She had
made some dinner plans
for later in the evening and wanted to take a long bath beforehand.
She picked up her towel and
walked off, headed for the lobby. She made her way through, smiling
at a few people who gave
her surprised looks of recognition. She went into the elevator and
hit her floor number. She
leaned back and waited for the elevator to move up.
After two floors, the elevator unexpectedly stopped. Cindy
frowned, hitting the button
again, to no avail. A sudden hissing caught her attention, causing
her to look up at the roof of the
elevator. A bright green mist was coming out of the ceiling,
billowing down at Cindy. She stared
in confusion as it filled the elevator. She coughed, choking on the
mist. She felt a wave of
heaviness come over her body, draining the strength from her. She
collapsed on the floor, her eyes
shutting as she fell unconscious. She did not realize that the
falling feeling was not from her but
>from the motion of the elevator.
Cindy’s eyes slowly opened, trying to focus. Her head hurt and
her arms and legs felt
incredibly heavy. She slowly sat up to realize she was lying on a
plush bed inside what appeared
to be a small room made out of metal. Cindy glanced around in
confusion, trying to figure out
where she was and what was going on. That was when her eyes fell on
the man sitting in a chair
before her. He was a middle-aged man with white hair and a nice
smile, wearing only a simple
robe. "Hello, Cindy. Nice to see you again."
"Jerome?" Cindy couldn’t believe her eyes. Jerome was the
manager of the hotel and a
good friend of her agent. He had greeted Cindy warmly when she had
arrived and had treated her
well, making sure she had privacy and full cooperation from the
staff. "What the hell is going
on? What are you doing?"
"I’m adding you to my harem, Cindy," Jerome said in a calm
tone.
"Harem?"
"It’s an exclusive group of the most beautiful and wealthy
guests who visit here. I first started
it a few years ago, upon acquiring the same item that enabled me to
make my fortune and
build this hotel. I made sure this was a major stop for the rich,
the famous and the beautiful. Many
stars have come here, Cindy. I’ve had my way with each and every one
of them. None of them
have any idea they belong to me, of course, but if need be they will
serve my every whim. Just as
you will, Cindy."
"You’re crazy," Cindy said, backing up.
"Perhaps. But it doesn’t really matter since you won’t remember
any of this. Prepare to
join my harem, Cindy."
Cindy backed up and ran to the nearest wall, banging against
it. She banged up and down
the wall, only to receive an answer of solid steel. "Are you quite
satisfied, Cindy?" Jerome’s
voice echoed behind her. "There is no way out." Cindy glanced back
and saw Jerome was holding
an amulet in his hand. It had a strange spiral design on it and the
second Cindy saw it, she
couldn’t look away. Her eyes were glued to the spiral as a wave of
relaxation came over her.
"That’s right, Cindy," Jerome said. "Watch the spiral and let your
mind go blank. This is a magical
gem, Cindy. It enables me to control anyone, although I’ve found
women are a bit more
susceptible to it. It is controlling you now, Cindy. You have no
thoughts, no desires, no will. You
exist only to serve me and you will do anything and everything I ask
of you. Isn’t that right,
Cindy?"
"Yes…Anything you say…"
"You are my slave, Cindy. I am your master. Say it."
"I…am your slave…Master…"
"Take off your suit, slave." Jerome watched as Cindy slowly
peeled off her suit, letting it
drop in a heap to the floor. "On your knees." He watched Cindy fall
to her knees, that wonderful
ass on the floor, her pert breasts moving with her steady breath.
Jerome undid his robe and let it
fall, showing off his naked body. "As your first act as my new
slave, Cindy, you are to crawl over
and give me a major blowjob."
"Yes, master," Cindy tonelessly replied as she crawled forward.
She took Jerome’s cock
in her hands and placed it in her mouth. She began moving around
inside her mouth, her tongue
circling the shaft, the tip of the penis tickling her throat. Her
lips moved up and down as she took
it deeper inside her mouth, eager to please her new master. Jerome
leaned his back and moaned as
she did it, licking away at him. He ran his hands through her long
hair, strokes turning to tugs as
he felt himself begin to build. He knew he was going to come soon
and also knew he wanted to
feel himself inside of Cindy.
Jerome quickly yanked his cock away from Cindy’s mouth. "On the
bed, slave. Spread out
your legs." He watched Cindy comply, her pussy already glistening
with juices. He bent down to
her, inserting his rod into her waiting pussy. He began pushing
himself in and out of her, his cock
beginning to emit small streams of cum. He took her breasts in his
hands, squeezing them,
kneading them under his fingers. He didn’t kiss her, there was no
true passion here for him,
merely lust. He could feel himself begin to build and knew it
wouldn’t be long now. "When I let
go, slave, you will feel the most incredible orgasm of your life.
One that you can only receive from
me. When you feel it, you will truly be my slave." Cindy’s only
reply was a slow moan as she felt
herself building from the kneading of her tits and the ramming of
Jerome’s cock at her pussy. He
finally let go and Cindy screamed out as the orgasm rocked through
her body. It truly was the
most incredible moment of her life and she knew from then on there
was no disobeying the
master.
Jerome lay on top of her, his hands rubbing at her breasts.
Cindy would be sent back
upstairs soon, with no memories of this encounter. He would call on
her a few more times before
the vacation ended and when she went home, she would recommend the
place to all her friends.
At Jerome’s hotel, one could get away from it all. Except for one