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 and agreed to meet up with us at Club L'Arc. We hopped in the limo and headed to the club. When we reached our destination, it was lights, camera, action. Paparazzi was everywhere. Luckily, there were two big bodyguards waiting outside of our limo to escort us inside the club. Tiffany and I caught hands and followed closely behind them. We went straight to the bar. We ordered some drinks, then hit the dance floor. After we got our groove on, we made our way to the ladies’ room to freshen up. On our way back, we ran into Nikko. He was looking fine as ever in his all black suit and black Dobbs hat. He smiled at me flashing his pearly whites and we exchanged hugs. I introduced him to Tiffany, we made small talk, then he invited us to his VIP section. The club was decked out. The décor was iconic and the furniture looked like it belonged in a museum.
We sat on a leather, U-shaped lounge chair with Nikko sitting in the middle of us. He ordered us a round of margaritas and we made a toast to the good life. I licked the salt around the rim of the glass and put the cherry in my mouth. Leaning over in front of Nikko, Tiffany stuck her tongue in my mouth removing the cherry as we shared the sweet juices from the fruit. As we began to kiss, I felt Nikko’s hand slid up my thigh. I glanced down as he did the same to Tiffany. I knew exactly where this night was about to go. After a few more drinks we were pretty tipsy and having a great time. Nikko invited us both back to his hotel room so we jumped in his BMW and rode off into the night. Tiffany and I sat in the back seat just so we could play with each other on the way to keep the sexy momentum going. We saw Nikko’s brown eyes peek at us through the review mirror which caused us to put on a little peep show for him. We kiss and rubbed each other down almost causing him to crash.
Once we got to his hotel, it was on. No sooner than he closed the door behind us, Tiffany and I ripped each other’s clothes off. We jumped on the bed and continued where we left off at in the car. I straddled on top of her, removing my bra letting, my breast hang freely in her face. She reached up caressing them before taking them into her warm mouth. We were so wrapped up in our own little sex haven, I hadn’t even realized that Nikko grabbed his camera and began to take photos of us. I saw the light flashing out the corner of my eye. I looked over at him and winked at the camera. I knew what he was up to all too well. Tiffany and I started posing together, proactively touching each other giving him different sex faces. I crawled over to the edge of the bed, grabbing Nikko by the top of his pants and unbuckling his belt. Tiffany crawled right behind me planting soft little kisses on my cheeks, leading up the middle of my back to my neck. I turned towards her for a kiss. Helping me unbutton Nikko’s pants, she slid her hand inside pulling out his chocolate candy bar. Nikko was still snapping away. With my mouth readily open, she slid him inside. Thrusting in and out of my mouth, I could hear his subtle moans. I grew even more excited as my hotbox began to throb at the sound of his voice. With Tiffany lying next to me, we took turns devouring his candy. Nikko pulled away from us to go set the camera up on the tripod. I guess he realized he needed both of his hands to deal with this double trouble. Once the camera was in place, he removed his clothing and walked back over to the bed.
Tiffany and I began kissing again and Nikko joined in. With each of us on both sides, Nikko laid down in the center of the bed. I grabbed a hold of his shaft as Tiffany climb on top causing him to enter her deeply. Nikko's head sunk into the pillow as he closed his eyes. Tiffany began to ride him with ease, enjoying the feeling of him stroking against her walls. I climbed up to his face, grabbed a hold of the headboard and stick my sweetness in his mouth. The warm, wet sensation of his tongue massaging my swollen pearl made my legs shake. I could feel Tiffany's kisses on my back. Immediately, my orgasm caught the best of me and I came full force on Nikko’s tongue. I could hear him slurping up my juices, I couldn't handle it. I started to pull away but he grabbed my waist holding me still as he finished sucking the sweet nectar from my peach.
After I reached my peak, I released myself from his grip. I wanted him inside of me. Tiffany knew what I needed at this point so she hopped off and let me have a sample. We took turns riding him. After I came again, Tiffany jumped back on and took over. I could tell they were both at the brink of their orgasms by the look on their face. I grabbed Tiffany by her hair, stuck my tongue in her mouth and massaged her pearl with my fingers. She began to ride Nikko even harder, rapidly grinding against my fingers. The next thing I knew, Nikko erupted inside of her and she squirted on my fingertips. We all clasped onto the bed in unison. Sweaty and exhausted, we fought to catch our breath. We fell asleep in each others arms without knowing it. When the morning came, Tiffany and I jumped out of bed as Nikko was still sleeping. We got dressed, then went downstairs to catch a cab to our hotel. We made it just in time to change clothes and get me over to rehearsal.
It was showtime. Back in my element, I strutted down the runway working my Louis Vuitton ensemble. After the show Tiffany, Nikko and I met up for one last sex session before we all parted ways. Two weeks later back at home, the UPS man arrived at my door with another delivery. This time it was a photograph of Tiffany and me in that sexy pose of my breast in her mouth and me on top of her, winking at the camera. All I could do was smile and blush. Another piece of artwork to add to my erotic collection. I can’t wait to see what kind of trouble we’ll get into next year at Fashion Week Las Vegas.