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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad

    By Najya Yasirah


    More Than A Manwhore - Chapter 24


    “Mr. Canady, this is my pal, Antoine Laconte,” said Reyjah introducing her boss to her best friend. Antoine was wearing a tight, black nylon shirt and black slacks. His hair was tied back. Mr. Canady liked his look. “My boy, have you ever thought about fitness modeling?” said Mr. Canady as he walked them onto the set. “No one has ever approached me with it,” said Antoine. He was holding Reyjah’s hand. “I’ll leave you too, alone,” she offered. She kissed Antoine on the nose before she scampered off to wardrobe. Mr. Canady noticed how Antoine looked at her. “She’s a beautiful girl, is she not? Full of boundless energy,” said Mr. Canady. “now about you, hoe would you like to pose for me, my other male model has the flu and he hasn’t eaten in three days.” Antoine though for a moment. He looked at Reyjah in the distance. With a bikini in her hands, she mouthed ‘DO IT’.  Antoine smiled. “All right, Mr. Canady, I’m your man.”
    Reyjah was standing next to a bright blue background that matched her metallic bikini.  She had tiny rhinestones placed on her face and on her body. Her hair had been straightened to perfection and parted in the center.  Her prop was a white jaguar  with blue eyes.  Her eyes grew very wide when saw it’s trainer feeding it. “Nobody told me about the beast,” she said to the makeup girl, Lori. “It’s okay, it won’t eat you,” she said.  Reyjah burst out laughing. “Sorry, memory,” she said to  Lori.  “Your best friend is very good-looking,” she commented. Lori was pressing powder to Reyjah’s face. “He’s a really, sweet guy,” said Reyjah. “The best friend I’ve ever had.”  Antoine looked at her from his makeup chair. He winked at her. “Are you sure you two aren’t more than ‘just friends’?” asked Lori. “I’m his hairdresser, too,” Reyjah chuckled, her blue eyes locking with Antoine’s.
    She had never worn such high, uncomfortable shoes in all her life. The clear, open-toed platforms were 6 inches tall.  “How in the hell do strippers wear these?” she said as Linette, the stylist, helped her to the set. “Cal can see your calves better this way,” she explained. “His calves, my bunions,” said Reyjah. She began to wobble. “You look great,” said Linette, approving the bikini. “I like my little gemstones on my skin!” said Reyjah.  “Could you show me how to do that later?” “Sure,” said Linette.” I had better, go, here comes Cal.” Reyjah waved as Linette scurried off the set.   A wind machine was blowing her hair around her. “Damn,” she said, shivering. The photographer , Cal Stevens was a former bodybuilder. His hair was slightly graying but his face and body made him look 10 years younger. He reminded Reyjah of an older, Pierce Bronson.  “Oh yeah, I like you!” he said walking over to her and inspecting her. “You have beautiful, tight skin,” he said. He adjusted her bikini a little, so that it would rest higher on her hips. “Thank you,” she said, smiling. He looked at her some more. “Wait a minute, did you eat before you came?” he asked. “No sir, I didn’t.” She had lost a little weight, in the past few weeks, so  her abs looked a little more pronounced. “ I want to soften you up, just a little, you must have a high metabolism, you are such a lean girl.” said Mr. Canady, “Can someone give her a bagel?” Mr. Canady’s assistant gave Reyjah a bagel to eat.  When she finished munching, Lori wiped the crumbs away, and reapplied her liner and gloss. “She looks great!” said Cal, as he loaded the film. “Now, Reyjah, I want you to act as if you are in the same room with your best friend-comfortable. Natural smiles, facial expressions.” She was born to please the camera, thought Mr. Canady Reyjah posed with the confidence of a fashion model, but with the ease of the girl-next –door. She didn’t seem as nervous with the jaguar next to her. “Okay, pet the kitty, now play with him.” Antoine laughed at the way she handled herself. Just like she did with him. “You and that big kitty have the same eyes, Reyjah!” said the photographer. When she laughed, it was caught on camera. “Walk the kitty, now hug him like you love him.” The jaguar was very gentle and he purred like a spoiled kitten. He would even roll over . “I love it!” said Cal.  “Okay, take a break, babe, go change- Antoine you’re up.” They winked at each other as they passed. Antoine was wearing white, nylon drawstring pants. His hair had been dampened to boast his natural waves. His skin had been enhanced with a bronzing cream. Cal liked Antoine’s look also. Antoine was not huge in muscle –size but he was lean and ripped.   Reyjah was changed into a black sports bra and matching drawstring pants with blue stripes.  The gems remained in place. She watched Antoine’s poses.  “He is so handsome,” said Linette, wardrobe girl, “and you two are only friends?”  “Best of friends,” she answered.
    The rest of the shoot was centered on the two of them.  Mr. Canady admired their chemistry.  Cal would encourage them to hug each other and play together as they usually would. “This is awesome,” said Mr.Canady. “They are the best we have ever worked with.” “You two are gorgeous! I love it!” said Cal. His camera bulbs were going crazy. “Okay, now Antoine look at Reyjah as if you simply adore her!” Antoine chuckled. That’s not hard, he thought.

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    She had fallen asleep on his gray couch. He  put a cover over her. She looked so angelic when she slept. Mr. Canady had signed the both of them to appear as regulars in RockHard. Antoine wanted them to celebrate, somehow. While he watched cartoons, his phone rang. He picked up his cordless and walked outside. His patio overlooked the ocean.  He sat down in a white, wicker chair. “Hello?” “Hello, Antoine.”
    Damn, he thought. “Are you free, tonight?” He looked at the sleeping Reyjah. She’ll probably want to go home, tonight, he thought. “Yes, I’m free.” “I’ll pay you $10,000.” Damn. “Where do you want me to meet you?”  “Holden Suites, at 8:00.” It was already 6. “All right.” He hung up the phone.  When he went back inside, Reyjah had awakened. “Hey sleepyhead,” he said. She stretched. “How long have I been sleeping?” she asked in between yawns. “About four hours,” he said sitting down next to her. “Did you have fun, today?” she asked as she lay down on his lap. “Yeah, I did,” he said looking down into her face. He touched her lips. “ I miss you when I can’t see you,” he confessed. “Good,” she said. “That way, we can continue having fun and won’t get sick of each other.” She playfully uppercut him. He took her hand and kissed it.  “Antoine, you are so…you just do things to me,” she confessed. “And I like doing things to you,” he growled. He saw the desire in her eyes. “I wanted to rip that bikini off of you,” he said. She got up from his lap. She removed her sports bra and pants. “You took it?” he asked, his eyes bulging. “No…I just forgot to give it back,” she said coyly. He stood up. He looked her up and down. She was the perfect example of  soft curves and hard muscles. He crushed her body against his. “I felt you getting aroused when we were shooting,” she said softly. She licked his earlobe. “I thought you were going to burst through your pants. She quickly turned around and pressed her glutes hard against him. She began moving seductively against him. He felt like a brick. His breathing became hard. “Oh, you wanna play, huh?” he growled. Quickly,  he pulled down her bikini bottoms and placed his fingers against her throbbing center. His action caught her by surprise and she collapsed to carpeted floor on her knees. He quickly spread her legs and inserted two fingers. She was going nuts. “Oh…”  she said. He chuckled. He removed his fingers. While she was gasping for air, he maneuvered so that he was underneath her. Grabbing he hips he impaled her with his tongues. She screamed. He could feel her hips bucking.  She tossed her head back. She felt tears fall down her face. He skillfully untied her bikini top and peeled it from her body. She tasted so sweet. She was his favorite flavor. “Ant…ione…” she gasped. She removed herself from his face. She stood up over him, beautifully naked. She smirked at him and ran upstairs to his bedroom.
    Antoine let her ride. He enjoyed playing with her breasts and watching her facial expressions. Both their bodies were dripping with sex.  She rocked against him. He loved it. “Say my name, dammit,” she growled, her eyes flashing through sweat covered hair. Antoine was breathless. “Rey-Reyjah!” he cried. She began rocking with more aggression. He gripped her back. He began kissing her. She pressed even deeper. He could feel her warmth. Their tongues challenged each other; their hands roaming and touching. Antoine had never had sex this great in his life. She actually cared about his pleasure and she had even brought a female condom. She could feel his fingers rubbing against her knob. “Ohhh….GOD!!” she screamed. Their bodies exploded. They grasped onto each other. She escaped to the bathroom and pulled her condom out. When she looked in the trash can she saw other condoms from days before. She knew that they weren’t used on her, but she pushed it out of her mind. She splashed water on her face. Maybe, I can love it out of him, she thought. She went back into the bedroom. Antoine was already asleep. She kissed him on the lips, “Goodbye, Ant,” she whispered.
    Antoine’s phone rang. “He-llo?” “Antoine where the hell are you? It’s 8:00?”  Antoine looked at the clock. Damn. “I’ll be there in 15 mins, Darlene.”

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