Chapter 2 2. A wrong encounter

~Author's POV~ "Slowly...." It barely escaped her roughly pouted lips before he slipped two finger's into her mouth while placing another hand on her back, thrusting in and out of her with hot breathing filling the large bedroom. "Oh, please....more" she cried, twirling her lips. He leaned over her and brushed his lips on her neckline. "You want more, can you take it all?" He asked, moving his tongue down her cle'vages, teasing her and making her jolt as if a vi'rator was driving her nuts. "I can, I want it..." She begged, her eyes shutting.

Her nakedness was revealed to the man, her hair was overly scattered as a result of the rough handling from the s*x master; that's who she referred him to. He made her s*ck on his fingers, signalling his right hand at her ni*ples, he pressed hard on it so she could release a painful moan. "F*ck, I'm cummmmming"she screamed, he choked her neck with his hand while she gripped her nails on the bed sheets. Throwing her head back in pleasure, her back arched so much and she felt so hot Hearing the word c*m, he was jerked to go harder than he was earlier, now pulling both of her hands behind her back, he was plunging into her p'ssy with full force. Skin slapping skin as hot whitish semen slid out of her v'gina, she could admit that she doesn't want him to stop just yet. "Go on, please.." she pleaded, gripping tightly to his hand as she raises her booty to his c'ck, imploring him to go further. He just kept staring like something has pounced on him and in a twinkle of an eye, the lady's eyes bulged open to the lights turning on. "Oh my, I really thought you're awake" a feminine figure jerked away from the switch center and rushed towards Emily who has her hands gripping tightly on her hair, it can be seen as a moment of silent before the outburst of her anger. "You're fired!," Less I forget, she takes nothing from nonsense, never ever. "From my house, my company, and everything, get out of my room" she yelled at her, still holding her hair. "You're too rude for goodness sake, I should've let you missed your flight rude bitch!" The lady hissed and throws the folder in her hand on the floor before storming away. "Marrrryyy" Emily screamed on top of her lungs, trying to climb down from the bed so she could run after her. Her eyes flashed shut at the sharp pain that occured in her downline area, she sat on the bed and run her fingers into her pussy only to draw out moist and slippery liquid. "I can't believe this!" She huffed angrily, rubbing her hands against the bedsheets as she storms into the bathroom. The scene replays in her head over and over again until she starts to undress herself and began to insert her fingers into her vagina, whilst mo'ning to the top of the notch. "Ah, f'ck!" She bit her lower lips seductively, her legs gliding together as she holds the door handle for support. She reaches for the shower cap and wear it on her hair that's not giving her space, she continues to slide her fingers in and out of her, making it two, till three until she became a mo'ning mess. "Shit!" "Damn!, Soooo,...argh Emily you're so..." She bit her lips, throwing her head to the back and when she reached her climax, her legs shake, relaxing her muscle. She cleaned up and went back into the room, she bothered less about braiding her hair since she'd be getting prepped for the photoshoot. Emily might be the only person that never cared to check their phone or laptop whenever they wake up in the morning, it's just something she does at her free time. Done dressing up, as a fashionista with high quality outfits in her wardrobe, she'd definitely dress up to high standards. After packing all the necessary items like, her small sized electric fan, set of new panties, her phone charger and a powerbank. She picked up her phone and her car keys and headed out of her apartment. Emily chose to live in a rental suite for her safety, she took the elevator to the garage and dropped her things at the passenger seat before hopping into the driver's seat. She thought she was all done and ready to live until she set her eyes on the front mirror. "Sikes!" She shrieked, forgetting to wash her hair is something she's never done. She hurriedly ransacked her car for a hair brush and tried her best to set it into a bun which looks so messy but manageable, at least it'll last her till she get to the office. >>>>> It was a normal morning at AJ Sterling's, a popular fashion company and what's expected of such company. It'll definitely be filled with high rank models, newbies and models who're here for audition or so, each room has it uses. Emily is seen walking out of the elevator, the people she bumped into all greeted her but there was no single response from, not like they wanted it. "Good morning Emily, I'll get the driver so you..." "Do I look like I'm ready to go on any trip right now?" She countered, folding her hands over her tummy as she walks into her private resting room, as a top model, she has lot's of exclusive rights in here. "I'm sorry about your assistant, I posted it on the job searching forum, we should be getting a new assistant before the end of today" Her manager, Miss Harley tried to kiss her ass, she wasn't in the mood to bicker with her. "Better, I need to braid my hair" she muttered, not actually directed to Harley. "The concept of the shoot doesn't needs your hair to be braided, I'll make sure the hair stylist is available after the shoot" Harley muttered, already making a cup of coffee for her. "That's unacceptable, I'm braiding this hair, if it's not acceptable to them then they should find someone else" that was all she said and immediately Harley went ahead to bring the hair stylist. * * After a tiring day at AdamsVille, Emily decided to spend the night at a hotel instead of going back home, it's a long journey so she'll rather spend her night here. "Miss, you can't park here!" The hotel security guards rushed towards her, she was on the phone with her mom and nothing else can come in at that moment. "You can't spend the night anywhere just because you're a celebrity, you'll still be my little daughter even after many years!" Grace Miguel, Emily's mom uttered jokingly on the call with her favorite daughter. Yes, Emily has two older sister but the relationship between them is quite bad, she counts it as jealousy because why else will they stop talking to their sister after she rose to fame. "I know Mom, just quit this talks already, it's not like I don't have a man in my life" she arched her brows. "You do but have I met him?" Grace throws, Emily's mouth locked up because she doesn't know what to respond. "Hello...mom?, Hello...mom?" "I'm here daughter"" "I can't hear you , the network here is always bad" she hung up on her mom and throws the phone into her bag with a heavy sigh and a wicked grin. "Miss??, I have been..." Emily didn't give the poor security guard a chance to complete his sentence before driving into the parking slot. She lodged into a VIP room, thanks to the luck that the hotel attendant's all worship her, she wouldn't have gotten a room. Emily was surprised to find the door to her room was already unlocked only to enter to find a man with a towel wrapped around his waist. "I'm just done with shower, you're the hired slut right?"