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Post by Ninja on May 2, 2014 0:13:39 GMT
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Post by Renny on May 2, 2014 0:15:17 GMT
yus. shall i start?
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Post by Ninja on May 2, 2014 0:21:30 GMT
Yesh
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Post by Renny on May 2, 2014 0:45:21 GMT
Richard Belaqua
Untamed. Unruly. Truly wild. One may say he is like a wolf. Although, an exiled one if he was in fact a wolf. This is Richard Belaqua. He's the local 'black sheep' one may call him, but Richard is no sheep. He is no lion either. One look and that is true for anyone to see. He is a tall lad, broad in the shoulders and chest. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you see the glass, Richard looked like a Belaqua. You see his father, and you see Edward Belaqua in his son. Thick dark hair, curly and hanging around his head like a dark halo. His eyes, oh those eyes, so blue and clear. Fair like one of the mild winter day's, but still cold and cruel. He isn't considered to be 'beautiful', yet people were always drawn to him. Perhaps it was the cut of his cheek bones, the squareness of his jaw, or the curl of his lips when he smirked at someone. But get up close and it wasn't just the thick dark hair, or the crystalline eyes, not even the cheekbones that made him have character. The tilt of his lips, a slight quiver in the lower lip when he was angry. The quirk of one dark brow, raising above the other. The flutter of his surprisingly slightly fair lashes brushing against his cheekbones. Get even closer and you'd see the muscle and tendons in his arm. The nick of an old scar just above his left cheek bone, nearly hiding in his hairline. The rough callouses on his palms. The heavy black leather bracelets he wore like a shield around his left wrist. The way his eyes darkened when someone interested him.
But this is Richard Belaqua we are talking about. He doesn't let anyone get close. He's got a reputation. One time, some kid said that Richard punched a kid so hard that it left not only a red mark, and a split lip, but the Belaqua family crest imprinted on the boy's cheek from his silver ring wrapped around his first finger of his right hand. He was badass, and for a reason. He threw girls away like toys when they got old, or when all they wanted was money. The Belaqua's were a loaded family. Edward Belaqua coming from old money, and his wife, Caitlin Debussy came from even older money. But no one really knew why Richard was the 'bad' one of the family. Many said it was because he was jealous of his adoptive brother; Kit. [When it reality, they got along just fine.] Richard never denied any of the claims anyone made about him, which helped him build his 'rep' as the baddest kid in high school. He actually never said anything about the rumors. He'd learned long ago that keeping your mouth shut was better than opening it.
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Post by Ninja on May 2, 2014 0:47:07 GMT
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Post by Ninja on May 2, 2014 1:27:57 GMT
Adriana had woken up today feeling uneasy. Her assignment was due soon, and she needed a subject. A live male subject. Most of her classmates was using a friend, family member, a gay guy that liked having his picture taken. There were really no requirements for what had to be it except the subject. He could be dressed in anything you want, wherever you want. Adriana, being an over -achiever wanted to go beyond. She wanted to do a nude photo shoot. With a stranger. Just how exciting did that sound? Meet a hot guy, ask him to pose naked…but how would she pay him. With Money? Hah, its not like she had a substantial amount of that. A date? They would probably turn her down. Free fellatio? Maybe. However, she wasn't the type of girl who did that sort of thing. Even if he was gorgeous, she would never be able to that. That sort of thing was..embarrassing. She got out of bed and decided to dress promiscuously. High wasted cut offs that showed her ass, a low cut crop top with no bra on under. She was European after all, being free like that didn't bother her. She pulled her dark hair up in a ponytail, leaving her bangs to frame her dark eyes. Today she was out on a mission and she would not fail. Too bad she had to go to work first. She hoped that some guys would be out later in the day.
She grabbed her equipment and headed out of the house quickly. Her parents would be furious if they saw her now. She was their bubbly innocent, un-american daughter. The only reason they stayed here was for the job. They would be leaving as soon as she wants to college. It took her a few minutes to get to the studio. She was the assistant of the local celebrity photographer.He had called in and said she needed to sub for him today. Apparently he only trusted her for this one. Great, a rich snobby old lady I bet she thought as she walked in. She placed her stuff under the counter and grabbed the paperwork he had left on the desk. A Calvin Klein shoot? This was perfect. She would just steal the images. She practically giggled as she realized how happy she was. The shoot was supposed to start soon so she got to work on setting up the studio.
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Post by Renny on May 2, 2014 2:06:08 GMT
How does a kid that's trying to get a degree from college without all his father's money pay for that said degree. Well, if you were Richard Belaqua you could be a model. And he was a damn good one. People like taking pictures of him, they said it was the 'wolf-eyes'. So light, yet so dark. Like they'd seen too much, but with just a blink they could turn sensual and sexy. He got the studio right after Adriana, but he didn't see her yet. He expected it would be Luciano, his usual photographer and good friend of his mothers. So, he went into the back studio where the makeup team already waited. The stylist, Natalia smirked over at him. Richard raised an eyebrow. "You're scheming something, I know it." He said, narrowing his eyes and she shook her head, huge hoop earrings dangling, and her vibrant mohawk red hair spiked up. She shook her head, looking offended, her hands coming down to rest on the small, curvy, brunette makeup artist by the name of Gracie's shoulders. "I'm offended, Mr. Belaqua." She said, feigning hurt. He rolled his eyes and sat down in the chair so Gracie could trim up his scruff and hide the dark circles. Gracie held out the trimmer and Richard raised an eyebrow. The brunette laughed and rolled her eyes. "Just a trim. You're the only guy, Luciano likes a little rough and scruffy," and she winked. Richard rolled his eyes.
"Where is Luciano? With another model?" Richard asked, tilting his head up to let Gracie get access to under his chin and jaw. Natalia smiled mischeviously. "He called in an off day. He's letting his pretty little assistant do the shoot. Ooh, and you are so lucky, Mr." Natalia's thick Swedish accent purred around her words. Richard rolled his eyes. "She's probably pretty, no doubt. Luciano likes everything pretty. But I'm not interested if she's like your one blonde friend." Natalia gasped and glared at him, but it was without venom. "I know you like your brunettes, and this one certainly is. I could even make an acception if she swung my way." Richard grinned at her, and Gracie huffed at him. "Stop moving your face." She complained, and Richard rolled his eyes, before looking up to let her dab whatever the fuck it was to make his eyes look less puffy and like he lacked a proper sleep. "I'll make sure she gets your number if she enjoys mohawked stylists from Sweden." Richard replied to Natalia and she tutted at him. Gracie finished up and Natalia thrust a pair of jeans and obviously the Calvin Klein underwear that he was advertising.
He headed behind the screen, while Natalia fixed her flaming red hair and Gracie packed up her things. He slid his shirt off, draping it over the side of the screen curtain. He then tossed his jeans over the side with the shirt, folded his wallet and keys in his underwear and handed them out to Natalia. He slid his underwear on and fixed the jeans over his hips naturally, knowing Natalia would just fuss with them until the minute he walked onto the shoot. Just as he predicted, she fussed it. "Now don't get hard, Mr., you know I don't swing that way." She looked up from under her false lashes. "That photographer girl is dressed very nicely. Her breasts are perfect." Gracie coughed awkwardly, and Richard laughed. "You ask me not to get hard and then describe her breasts to me? What do you want me to do?" Richard asked as Natalia straightened and grabbed his hand to try to pull off the black bracelets around his wrist. Instantly he pulled back. Natalia frowned, all teasing and amusement gone from Richard's face. "They stay on," he said, and Natalia opened her mouth to argue, but thought better of it. "But if Luciano chews your ass our over it, you're own damn fault. At least give me the ring," she said, and Richard dumped the silver family ring into her hand. She glanced at the bracelets again and sighed. No use fighting the wolf.
Luckily, Gracie came over with the oil to slick him up with. She usually used a ton, but today she spread it sparingly over his shoulders. She slid her fingers over the scars along his face. Faded, but still noticeable. But Gracie never asked, and for that, he was thankful. Neither did Luciano. He just blurred them out, although they gave him kind of a warrior look. Not perfectly shaven and smooth and perfect like all the other models. But instead he was muscular, but not in a lithe way, or in a subtle way. His shoulders were broad, fingers calloused, and arms smooth with slightly raised tendons. He had a battle feel to him, like you could see him wielding a sword and leading an army. It fit him. With the pale wolf eyes, dark scruff, curled unruly hair, and the scars. Although no one knew what they were from [hinthint she should ask coughcough]
He smiled at the girls as they cooed like they always did, and he headed out to the main studio. He wove his way through until he reached it. The photographer was facing away from him and boy did she have an ass. He smiled slightly, then let his expression smooth out. "You aren't Luciano." He said sarcastically, leaning against the door frame, watching her reaction to his appearance.
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Post by Ninja on May 2, 2014 2:35:25 GMT
Well, it isn’t an old lady she thought as she heard the comment, Adrianna just froze. She didn’t know that he was already here? She was nearly finished setting up, but finishing in front of him was unprofessional. Instead of standing up to formally greet him, she just looked at him from the wonder window that was formed between her legs. She was bending down, fixing some of the cloth on the ground. She almost fell down and messed up that cloth when she saw him. She did not expect the model to look like that. If all of Luciano’s models looked like this, she would start coming willingly. “Well, If I vas Luciano, I would’ve become damn sexy. No?” she asked, letting her accent run freely. She remembered her plan. Act sexy. Get his attention. So far so good.
She stood up straight and turned to him.”Im sorry about that” she giggled, walking over to the counter and placing a few random items on top of it. “I wasn’t expecting you so early, please forgive me” she added. “I know you are used to Luciano’s great photography but you are going to have to settle with me” she added, walking over to the camera, now ignoring him. Was this playing hard to get? She really didn’t know. She just tried to act as naturally as she could. “I wouldn’t be his assistant if I wasn’t good anyway” she added. Pushing her bangs from her eyes, she turned back to him. “I’m Adriana Bellerose, and I’m not his little high school whore. We respect each other” she stated, staring him down defiantly.
She looked him up and down and smirked. He was the perfect specimen. A hot body, a rugged face, she would surely pass now.”I see that you are ready, so if you would kindly come into the studio. We will start standing up, you know the drill” she added nonchalantly. She almost went into typical photographer mode. Almost. She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up, wearing a mask of doubt on her face, like she had seen better. Hah, how that was a lie.
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Post by Renny on May 2, 2014 2:54:11 GMT
Richard chuckles at her, just watching. "No, it's fine. I'm used to waiting. Luciano needs everything bloody perfect." He said with a smirk. His fingers tugged through his dark curls, a few sliding stubbornly back into his face. He watched her move about, like a predator locked on innocent prey. Richard didn't move from his position, arms over his chest and only his glacier blue eyes moving to follow every subtle movement. At least Natalia wasn't lying. Adriana was gorgeous. Exactly his type. Long brown hair, beautiful dark eyes, even that sexy accent from somewhere he couldn't place. But as she seemed to ignore him a moment, he fiddled with his black leather wristbands around his wrist. A habit of his when he was bored, but now-a-days it was just an old habit.
At her little rant about not being his whore he almost doubled over laughing, but he held it together and just snorted. "Oh your not Luciano's sort of whore, Ms. Bellerose." He said, uncrossing his arms from his chest and walking into the room. "I'm Richard Belaqua, but Richard will be just fine." He said moving into position to wait for her to prepare the shot. His was relaxed, loose, and he noticed her efforts to look sexy. But hell, with that pretty a face, he would've taken his clothes off without the shorts and breast popping out.
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Post by Ninja on May 2, 2014 3:30:38 GMT
Psh she is sexy
or she tries
She just made 'hmph ' sound, and turned to the camera.Richard Belaqua. That sounded familiar, but now she had a job to do. She could use Google later.She noticed his cocky attitude right away, and expected it. Most models were. She was used to it. She also knew that he was watching her closely. So she had gotten his attention. There's a start. She almost felt accomplished. Maybe she would try less now. Maybe she would annoy him and be nit-picky."So are you still calling me one?" she asked, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow. It would be a lie to say she didn't like the attention. It wasn't everyday you got to be alone with a half -naked stallion, and take pictures of him. "Well, Richard, as they always say, act natural" she jeered, putting on an obviously faked smile. She leaned over to look into the eyepiece.
"Pull your pants down a little, can see enough groin" she said boredly, clicking away. She was amazed at how calm she felt. If she was out of the studio, she would probably be giggling every five seconds, freaking out, and sweating like a pig.However, he was in her domain, her second home. She felt very comfortable here, in fact sometimes she would walk around in less then adequate clothing when they werent open.She trusted Luciano. In fact sometimes she would model for him if he ever needed it."So you do this often?" she asked, looking up."-grab your groin" she added. To her, he didnt look as sexy as he could be.Of course, that was just her opinion.Since she was a girl who had fantasies, she had expectations.
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Post by Ninja on May 2, 2014 3:39:39 GMT
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Post by Renny on May 3, 2014 14:51:11 GMT
Richard smirked, standing in position. He raised a brow at her at her question. "Maybe, I don't know you, Ms. Bellerose." He said, eyes downcast until the familiar click. His eyes flicked up, sultry and sensual. He did as she instructed, getting into character. He wasn't just Richard Belaqua, he was a Calvin Klein model now, here to do a job. He wasn't a son of a wealthy banker, he wasn't trying to become worthy of that same father, he wasn't formerly beaten and forced into that perfect mold that the Belaqua's were known for. He was just a model. His story unknown to anyone from just a picture in the advertisement. . He wasn't ashamed of who he was, and he wasn't ashamed of being sexy. It was his job, and that's all it was. He hooked his thumbs in the hooks of his jeans, shoving them farther down his hips, revealing the boxers. He pulled one side down further, leaning on that side and smirking to the camera.
Being naked, or half-naked wasn't something that caused a shiver in his spine, nor a flutter in his belly. He did it for a living, and it seemed to take the intimacy out of it. Yet, his eyes said otherwise. They were sensual, pale in the natural lighting from above, but dark with passion. It said if you wear these underwear you'll be this sexy too. Which was the essence of modeling, but he did help getting into character from that of Adriana Bellerose. "I do," he said, doing as she asked, winking as he did so. Extra flare. Just for her. "Luciano is a friend of the family. He knows beauty when he sees it." He added off-hand. It wasn't just in regards to himself. Both his sisters, Dakota and Violet were stunning beauties, looking similar to himself, with the pale ice-blue eyes and dark hair. Even Kit had posed for Luciano, but he was less into it, feeling awkward and shy of himself, despite being as handsome as any of the true Belaqua children. But, they digressed.
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Post by Ninja on May 3, 2014 15:42:32 GMT
"Well, everyone is entitled to their own opinions" she said , a flutter of a smile appearing on her lips. She wasn't a slut but she wasn't innocent at all. She was the type of girl who could get a guy whenver she wanted to. In fact all she in order to get the guy, all she would have do is act the way she was now. It was a rare occasion but if she wanted to have good time she could. Now that she was in the room with this hot guy, she was starting to get excited. It wasn't obvious though, she played it cool and just kept on clicking the pictures. She would ask him to change his pose, change his expression. sometimes she would even walk over and manually do it."I'm not Luciano, I'm a girl and I can determine what will be catch the eyes of young women like me" she added.
She then walked over and and stood before him, perfectly shaped eyebrows raised."if you would so kindly strip to your underwear for me, that would be great" she told him. "You an give them to me, I will make sure they find a safe place to stay" she added.Adriana was so up close and personal that she could kiss him. His perfectly sculpted muscles were distracting. She couldn't help but think about how his arms would wrap around her body. His lips brushig her soft skin. She just smirked and waited. If he made a move on her she wouldn't mind, in fact she would probably take it farther. In fact, she wouldn't even mind if they ditched the pictures all together. She had gotten a lot already but she needed the underwear shots."Have you ever nodded naked? It's quite fun" she said quietly. She had done it lots of times herself. Luciano would ask for a favor, and it she would carry t out. It wasn't like he had something to be worried about anway. Now she hasn't ever modeled naked with someone. That would be a new experience. An experience she would like to have with him.
Sorry for crappy short post, I'm at the beach distracted and I cannot see
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Post by Renny on May 12, 2014 22:47:34 GMT
Richard could tell she was confident, but under the cool composure, she seemed a bit jittery. Excited. His lips curved into a smile. He smiled. "Anything for you, Ms. Bellerose. What the photographer wants, the photographer gets," his voice was a low pure. His fingers slipped down his chest, over his abs, lingering on the dusting of dark curls that lead down to his groin. His fingers undid the button, the jeans sliding down a bit further. "I've been naked many times. The camera likes me that way," he winked, his eyes growing darker, more lusty. They weren't just flirting anymore. They were dancing on the edges of erotica. His fingers tugged the zipper down on the jeans and he gave them a light push, letting them pool around his feet. He was used to being naked, yet usually, it wasn't with an attractive girl. He wasn't like his adoptive brother; Kit, shy about his body. He wasn't bashful, he knew he was hot. But he actually had never taken naked pictures with a girl.
He'd taken them usually with Luciano. The older man loved nudes, anyone who took pictures knew he loved people who showed off skin willingly. But the other time, it had been with a friend who was also a photographer. Theo had worshiped Richard's body and had told Richard about his wanting for nude pictures. However, Theo had been shy about it, until Richard laid in his best friend's bed, naked and cuffed to the bed. That was different. It was the kind of pictures you'd see in serious erotica, bordering on BDSM. This was different. Adriana seemed to want to see Richard, while Luciano just loved bodies, and Theo loved the situation.
Richard slid his thumbs under the waistband of the boxers and smiled. He shoved them and bent over, sliding them carefully down his knees to his ankles and he shivered a little as he stepped out of his clothes and tossed them to the side. He looked at Adriana, waiting for her to say something. He watched her, shameless and no longer shy. He knew what he looked like. Hell, he knew people usually liked what they saw. "I'm no stranger to nude photo-taking." His lips curled into a livid smile. "I'm actually a regular." He smiled again, this time dark and dominating. Sexy and almost horny.
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Post by Ninja on May 13, 2014 0:50:37 GMT
Adriana's dark eyes followed his fingers trailed down his body. He knew that he had gotten her attention.She blamed herself partially, as she shamelessly acted like a little whore. If it was anyone else standing in front of her, she would probably be hiding behind the counter half of the time.Now here she was almost on top him, barely wearing clothes, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.Her eyes crinkled around the edges as she saw him slide the pants down.Damn..shouldn't have gotten so close The young lass tilted her head to look at him, a smug smile on her face."You must enjoy this huh? Getting naked in front of a girl, not having to feel uncomfortable with your body?" she asked. Adi certainly couldnt complain herself. She had been slim for as long as she could remember. It was when she first "flowered" that her curves came. She was a C-cup by the seventh grade. The poor girl would be hit on by grown men by the time she was a freshman in high school. Not that she didnt mind, but sometimes it gave her a reputation that she did not carry out.
One of her eyebrow's crept up as his fingers disappeared under his boxers. As his last article of clothing went down, so did her hand. Over her stomach, down her crotch and in between her legs. On impulse, she legs squeezed to trap the hand in that sweet spot where she felt herself grow aroused."Fuck" she breathed, and flipped her hair from her face."Oh im sure you arent, me neither" she said with a chuckle.She looked down at his length and shrugged a bit. She couldn't complain.Her gaze flashed back up to his face for a breath moment. At least he seemed to be having fun as well.After a few moments torment, she decided to walk away. Sauntering over to the computer, she logged in and smiled over to him. "I bet you have never seen Luciano's stock photos of me" she told him. Crossing her arms as she leaned over the counter."More times then i'd like to mention, I have been his muse" she added, after navigating to a certain certain. Pulling it up on the screen, the pictures started with pictures of her on a plush white bed. Morning light poured through the windows and created smooth planes on her body as she contorted her body into soft positions where she always covered just enough of her sweet lady parts. As time went on the scenery changed to the studio, some of her posing with objects, in motion, what seemed to be playing with herself."Maybe sometime we will model together." She stood up straight and pulled her hair from its ponytail.The dark hair cascaded down her back in smooth waves.Running her hands through it she walked back over to to him."In fact, we could start now.." she said quietly, looking at him innocently through her lashes.
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