It was that time of year again and I was ready to hit the runway.  After our rendezvous in New York last year, Nikko and I hit it off so well that I met up with him a few more times. This time, we were scheduled to meet in the French Capitol, Paris, for Fashion Week.  I decided to take a red eye flight because I needed some good rest on the plane.  Tiffany tagged along with me.  She was my partner in crime.  Every time we hung out, craziness always followed.  Both of us were excited Fashion week in Paris (though it wasn’t our first time).  Truth is, I was more excited to see Nikko than anything else.

Once we arrived in Paris, we checked into Hotel Amour and caught the metro to the Le Marais district.  We wanted to check out all the Parisian hotspots and do a little retail therapy shopping before tomorrow’s show.  Later that night, we met up with some of the other models and went clubbing like we always did when we got together.  Nikko was already in town an...

I danced provocatively for him.  I fondled my breast as I removed my dress from my shoulders letting it drop to the floor.  He continued snapping photos of my topless body as I slid my fingers inside my nude color thong massaging myself while still posing for him.  I walked towards him.  I put my face directly up to his camera kissing the lens.  He moved the camera from his eyes and looked at me with a sexy stare.  His eyes were hypnotizing.