Centrefold

Excerpt From: Centrefold

Glade Manor – home of Spyce Magazine

“That’s it, Scarlet. Now cross your ankles…a bit more…good. Hold still.”

Scarlet tried not to breathe, afraid any movement would bare her breasts even more. The camera already had a full view of her ass as she lay on the fluffy white carpet, chin resting on bent fingers, feet crossed at the ankles. She didn’t need her nipples on centre stage too. She looked at her reflection in the mirror behind the photographer. Her brown hair hung in long curls, the red Christmas hat tilted off to one side, and other than the leather version of elf shoes laced up her feet, she was completely bare.

“Nice, now push your chest out just a bit. We want men dying to see what your nipples look like, so give them just a hint.”

She fought the dizzy feeling as she chanced a glance at her partner. Roman leaned against the wall, his dark eyes following her every move. His gaze swept down her body, pausing in all the right places. Heat danced along her skin when his eyes met hers. They were heavy and dark, like a leopard gazing at a newborn calf. He’d never looked at her like that before.

“Great work, Scarlet,” said the photographer, capping his lens. “If that doesn’t make grown men wish for their own Christmas angel, nothing will.”

She feigned a smiled, but knew it didn’t reach her eyes. She accepted the robe he handed her, wrapping it tight as she rose off the floor.

“You’re very beautiful, Miss December. I’m glad Mr. Glade decided to shoot a teaser pose with all of next year’s centrefolds. Men will be aching to see your full spread.” The photographer moved closer, ignoring the hooded glare Roman flashed him. “Perhaps you’d like to continue this shoot…in private?”

Scarlet stepped back just as Roman grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck and threw him against the wall. “I thought I’d made it clear. Scarlet’s my lover.” He inched his face closer, ruffling the man’s collar. “She’s not interested in playing with you.”

The man laughed. “You know something, Roman. You keep claiming she’s yours, but I haven’t seen you so much as kiss her outside this room.” He pushed Roman back and straightened his shirt. “I’ve been watching you two. Sure, you go to all the games, but you don’t participate in any of them. Why, just this afternoon there was a pussy eating contest.” He licked his lips as he shifted his gaze to her. “I don’t recall seeing your sweet little cunt up there on display, your lover’s head wedged between your thighs.” He turned back to Roman, a sneer spreading across his lips. “I’m starting to think maybe you two aren’t what you appear to be. There’re rumours the cops are trying to infiltrate events like this. Maybe…”