A Model Romance Ch 08

"They're grabbing dinner down the street in a few. Time to get dressed?" Anna asked, checking her phone, referring to the other models she was shooting with this week. We were lying naked in bed after a satisfying romp in our Santa Monica hotel room. I lifted the sheet and stared at her body briefly, acting like I was committing it to memory.

"Alright, I'm ready," I said after a long pause. Anna laughed and kissed me, a quick peck, before rolling out of bed. The afternoon sun was streaming through the vertical blinds, painting her in an orange glow, thin shadows passing over her as she moved.

We gathered up our clothes and put them back on, and she ran to the bathroom to touch up her makeup. Looking beautiful as ever, Anna emerged a few minutes later and offered her hand, grabbing the door handle with the other. Her light brown hair had been put up in a bun on top of her head, a few loose strands framing her gorgeous face, blue eyes inviting me to join her.

I took her hand and we walked to the elevators, her flowy orange pants billowing as she walked, the tight matching top showing off her chest and midriff. She had the effortless beauty of a professional model, and she grinned when she looked up at me and caught me staring.

"Love you," I said quietly.

"Love you too," she replied, and rested her head on my shoulder.

Our moment of peaceful contentment was broken the minute the elevator doors opened. The other models she was shooting with this week were finishing up at the hotel bar, raucous laughter echoing across the lobby. We made our way over to them, hand in hand.

"Hey, Anna's back, everybody ready?" Daisy asked the group. Daisy was pale and beautiful, with freckled cheeks, piercing green eyes, and fiery auburn hair. Her choice of outfit for the evening was a tight grey T--shirt that showed off her well-endowed chest and a pair of loose jeans -- she gave off the impression of someone who hadn't bothered to dress up because she knew she was gorgeous either way. Nods and murmurs of assent swept through the group, and they started standing up, gathering their things and stepping away from the bar.

"How was your tour of the room, Charlie?" Michaela asked mischievously. Michaela was a pretty blonde with big brown eyes and just a hint of freckles on her cheeks. Her smile showed off her perfect white teeth. She was wearing a blue and white sundress, baring most of her chest, the soft swell of her small breasts visible over the neckline.

"Very satisfying," I responded, giving her the kind of response she was looking for. The nearest girls who heard our exchange laughed while Michaela grinned at Anna and me. Anna squeezed my hand and smiled, adding her own assessment.

"He was very attentive on the tour," she winked at Michaela as the group shifted and we headed out the doors.

"Isn't Michaela the one who was hitting on you yesterday?" I asked Anna quietly as we fell in behind the mass of beautiful women leaving the building.

"Yeah, that stopped once I said I had a boyfriend though, don't worry," Anna responded. "This is just the normal amount of flirty for a group of Instagram models," she added with a giggle. I noticed a brunette model glance back at us with a haughty look on her face -- or maybe it was just a case of resting bitch face, as they call it. She was pretty but looked unapproachable. Another woman fell in step beside us as we walked down the road, a pretty Latina with olive skin and dark, lustrous hair pulled into a ponytail. She looked younger than the average girl there.

"Hi, Charlie. I don't know if you remember, I'm Juanita," she said. Anna stepped forward to talk to both of us.

"She's a Disney fan too, but she's never been to the Florida parks, just Disneyland," Anna said. Juanita grinned.

"I love meeting other Disney people! I really want to get out there for a visit. Anna told me if I needed a hotel, you're the guy to talk to," she said, her gorgeous smile infectious. Juanita was wearing a tan-colored lacy top that was tight to her skin and had vaguely bra-like cups holding her breasts, and tight jeans that showed off her round butt and sexy thighs. While most of the other girls had chosen more understated outfits that showed off their beauty, Juanita almost looked like she was headed to a club rather than a quick dinner.

"Uh, yeah, I guess I am. I work for Obsidian hotels," I told her. Anna rolled her eyes.

"He starts as GM of the biggest hotel in Orlando on Tuesday," Anna said exasperatedly. "But also, I told you that when we first met, before I knew we'd get along so well. You don't need a hotel now, you can stay at my place if you want to come out," she added.

"Awesome, thank you!" Juanita gushed. "So new job, huh, Charlie? Are you excited?"

The conversation carried on while we walked to the restaurant the girls had chosen. Juanita seemed like a genuine and fun person; she was only 19, which wasn't unusual for a model but somehow, she was the youngest one in tonight's group. She was also on her first Riviera contract shoot like Anna. Most of the others, according to Anna, had been on at least three or four. Daisy had been a model for them for more than two years and was kind of the elder stateswoman of the group, or so it seemed.

We arrived at the restaurant, a local farm-to-table type place that was decorated with greens and whites, and had what appeared to be actual grass growing on almost every flat surface other than the counter and tables. The server led us upstairs to the rooftop patio. Juanita got to the stairs before me, and I had to consciously look away from watching her ass move as she went up. Anna whispered in my ear.

"Go ahead and look, Charlie. They can drive you crazy, too. Imagine if we were both as worked up as I was earlier," she said quietly. When I turned to look back at her, she just winked at me.

We sat at a long bar table with grass growing in a groove down the middle. I drew looks from several guys in the restaurant, who were no doubt wondering who I had to kill to hang out with this group of women. I found myself seated on the end, with Anna to my left. Another blonde model who she quickly introduced as Natalie was on her other side. Michaela ended up across from me, Juanita next to her, and the severe-looking brunette sat next to her. More girls were sitting along the rest of the table, but from my position I figured I wouldn't be talking to them much.

"And this is Sophia," Anna added, indicating the brunette. The woman just made a sort of throaty sound and vaguely nodded in my direction, never bothering to look up from purse where she was fumbling with something. Anna turned and looked behind us, moving her mouth close to me. "She's the one who has been kind of bitchy, if you can't tell," Anna added quietly into my ear.

Michaela started asking us about how we met. I guess since I was the token boyfriend at the table, which made us the token couple, that made a good icebreaker. Anna told the story, using her line about me "walking over to take advantage of the pretty sad girl on Main Street" again, which got her laughs from around our end of the table. I didn't mind; she was charming enough that everyone knew she wasn't serious. Sophia just rolled her eyes.

Juanita told us how she met her current boyfriend; in my head I thought our story was better, which I obviously didn't say out loud. Her guy was a sports marketer of some sort with the Rams who had essentially just hit on her at a bar. He sounded more like a pick-up artist than boyfriend material based on her story. Michaela was single, and her last breakup had gone poorly so she'd remained single for almost two years.

"Charlie, Anna told us you were a hotel manager back home, what's that like?" Natalie jumped in to ask. I didn't mind meeting new people, but this many at once was going to get repetitive, especially since I didn't love talking about myself; I much preferred listening. Still, I briefly told her about my new job before Anna could cut in, hoping the other girls would hear it so I wouldn't have to go through it again.

Natalie seemed genuinely interested, which made it easier. She had golden hair and tan skin, and without knowing where she was from, I guessed she was a Southern California local. Her top was a loose white T-shirt with a dipping neckline that put her stacked chest on display, and I desperately focused on keeping my eyes from wandering while I talked.

"That's awesome, love that," she said when I told her about the size of the hotel. "Maybe we can get Riviera to do a shoot there!" Juanita was nodding along. From what Anna told me, being a self-represented model meant these girls were all here because of their networking ability as much as their looks, and it showed. Natalie started talking about the last shoot they'd done, which was also here in California, but she implied that Riviera occasionally does destination shoots, too.

I kind of dropped off while Natalie was talking about another contract she was leaving to shoot for when this one ended, in New York. She was mostly talking to the models on the other end of the table that had started listening in. Anna turned to me with a smile.

"Did you see Natalie's tits?" she whispered in my ear. I nearly choked on the water I was drinking, which just made her smile wider.

"Knock it off," I whispered teasingly in her ear. When I looked across the table, Michaela caught my eye and held her hands out in front of her chest, obviously having caught on to Anna's little game. I lowered my head for a moment, before lifting it back up and glancing between them.

"You're both trouble," I muttered. They only seemed encouraged by that.

***

Dinner was fun. Drinks flowed freely, all clear alcohol except mine; I didn't have to worry about not being in perfect form to be photographed tomorrow.

With the one exception of Sophia, whose mood did not improve, they all seemed like nice people. Riviera was apparently covering the bill as an expense; if there were more guests there I'd have been on my own, but the women collectively agreed that they wouldn't care about one additional meal. Sophia's eyes flashed but she didn't protest.

A loose agreement had formed for several of the models to hit the hot tub after dinner. It wasn't late; the sun was just setting as we made our way back to the hotel. Anna and I went to our room to change, parting ways with Michaela and Daisy when we exited the elevator on the same floor.

"They seem like great people," I told Anna as we closed the door, referring to all her new model friends. "I could have done with a little less teasing though," I added, but she ignored me, clearly preoccupied.

"Yeah, except Sophia," she spat. "I have no idea why she's such a bitch. She's not really close to anyone else here, but she's at least polite to some of the girls, why the fuck is she being so goddamn rude to me?" As far as I could tell, no one was reciprocating Sophia's rudeness, which made it a bit mystifying. "She was an ass all day at the shoot too, acting like I didn't know how to do the job. None of the photographers had a problem with me, and the Riviera people seemed happy, but she made it clear that she thought I was incompetent."

"Come here," I said, pulling her into a tight hug. She let me hold her quietly for a few moments while she calmed down. "She *was* a huge bitch," I finally said, and Anna pulled away with a grin.

"Thanks, Charlie. I was getting pretty worked up today and it's been simmering," she said.

"Is she going downstairs to the jacuzzi?" I asked.

"I don't know, probably. She's doing everything with the group even though she seems pissed to be here," she replied.

"Well, maybe it's not you, maybe something else is wrong and she's just handling it in the worst possible way. Do you want to skip going down there? I could just bury my head between your thighs and lick the frustration away," I offered. Anna smiled.

"As amazing as that sounds, I do want to build up a relationship with these girls, we all get along and it could lead to more work, too. I'll stick it out. You can stick it in later," she quipped. I laughed, before replying sincerely.

"Seriously though, Anna, when I've said "anytime, anywhere, anything you need,", that doesn't just mean sex. I'm here. If she goes full bitch mode, I'll be there to support you. Plus, I bet you could take her in a fight," I added jokingly.

"You just want to see two women in bikinis wrestling on the ground," she said. I didn't reply, pulling my swim trunks on and throwing a T-shirt over my head.

"You're picturing it now, aren't you?" she asked with a wink as she stripped her clothes off.

***

We were the first ones down and entered the hot tub area, which was gated off from the rest of the pool, possibly to keep kids out. The pool was mostly empty anyway. It was still warm enough outside to be comfortable, but I was betting the heat from the water would make it better. Anna grabbed us towels and tossed them onto a chair before pulling her cover-up dress (a sheer white number that barely "covered-up" anything) over her head. She was left in a bright blue suit, her bubble butt in a thong bottom immediately attracting my eyes and making my manhood twitch in my suit. I looked away, not trying to be hard in a hot tub full of flirty models and realizing how difficult that was going to be.

I stepped in first, attempting to clear my head. Anna sat down next to me, looking up at me for a kiss as her breasts pressed against my arm. Back to square one, I guess. Our lips met and we kissed tenderly, mostly chastely given the public setting even though no one else was around.

"Get a room," came Daisy's cheerful voice as she stepped through the gate. We pulled apart, smiling at each other, before turning to greet her. She pulled off the dress she was wearing, showing off her fit body in a pale pink bikini. Daisy was a well-endowed woman, her tits sitting proudly on her chest, probably similar in size to Anna's. Reaching into her tote bag, she pulled out a bottle of vodka.

"Is that allowed?" Anna asked. Daisy smiled at her.

"No, but it's not like those two men at the desk are going to say anything to a hot tub full of hot, scantily-clad women," she said with a wicked smile. "Want some?" She handed the bottle down to me. I took a swig and passed it to Anna, who drank before handing it back to Daisy as she stepped into the hot tub, walking with the grace of a professional model. I'm fairly certain Anna and I both stared a little too long, but she didn't say anything.

"Oh, that's nice," Daisy groaned as she sat down, setting the vodka down behind her. Before a conversation could pick up, Sophia walked in. I felt Anna tense up next to me, but she was kind when she spoke.

"Hey Sophia, how's it going?" Anna asked. Sophia looked at us blankly.

"Same way it was going at dinner 15 minutes ago," she replied bluntly, turning to undress. Daisy and Anna traded looks. Sophia didn't seem to notice and stepped into the hot tub, her brown hair tied up in a bun like Anna's. Like every other girl here, she was a gorgeous woman, at least on the outside. Her breasts weren't quite as big as Anna's but were still prominent in the yellow bikini top, she wore. Her abs were almost perfectly flat without being overly muscled, and her hips flared out enticingly in the tiny bottom she had on.

Daisy offered her the vodka, but she just said a curt 'no' and waved her away.

Michaela and Juanita walked in before Sophia had sat down. Michaela was in the same dress as earlier but now had bikini straps visible. She pulled it over her head, revealing her small chest in a green and pink top, as well as her fit body, with an obvious bubble butt swallowing up the thong bottom. Thank god for Riviera's suits, I thought to myself for what must have been the tenth time. Juanita hadn't bothered with any other clothes, only her tiny white bikini.

"No coverup, Juanita?" Anna asked with a smirk on her face.

"Didn't feel like wearing one," she said back, shrugging.

"The guys at the desk greatly appreciated it," Michaela said, laughing. "I think when you turned around and he got a good look at your ass, the old one almost had a heart attack."

"What, this old thing?" Juanita asked, before turning around and shaking it, the girls all laughing. She was clearly a party girl, and happily accepted the bottle from Daisy. I realized that any chance I had of not being hard the entire time was gone, if these sexy and flirty women were only going to get looser from the booze. I felt Anna's hand creep across my thigh and feel my erection before she leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"Me, too, Charlie. Me, too," she joked. I felt more at ease, knowing I didn't have to hide it from her, at least. I slipped a hand between her thighs to tease her too, and she clamped her legs down on my fingers aggressively, preventing me from rubbing her the same way she'd briefly rubbed me. She threw me an innocent look, as if to dare me to say something out loud.

Natalie walked up as I withdrew my hand and Anna let me be. She had on a towel in lieu of clothing over her bikini. When she stripped it off, her body on display, my dick twitched again. The top was a tie-dye bandeau, barely containing her voluptuous chest. Her tits were easily the biggest in the group and were almost spilling out of her suit. The rest of her body was just as sexy as anyone else there, but my eyes weren't interested in leaving her tits, and I had to focus on looking away.

Anna's hand grabbed my cock and squeezed again.

***

It seemed that was the whole group joining. No one else had arrived for the last half hour or so. The vodka made it's way around the circle, stopping for everyone except Sophia.

Conversations had sprung up, with everyone enjoying the peaceful tranquility of the evening. Most of the girls were recapping the day's shoot; I listened to Anna while she talked about one of the suits she hadn't loved with Natalie. Daisy and Juanita were talking with Michaela, and Sophia was just sitting quietly. I turned my focus to the other conversation.

"I'm just saying, when the shoot's over, why not?" Juanita was saying. Daisy shook her head.

"Because I'll never know if I'll end up working with him again, which will be awkward. Been there. Won't ever do it again," Daisy replied. I asked Michaela what they were talking about.

"Daisy wants to fuck one of the photographers," Michaela explained, deliberately loud enough for Daisy to hear. "But she has a rule that she won't."

"First of all, I never said I wanted to fuck him, I said he was hot. And second, yeah, it's deeply unprofessional -- I've been doing this for a while, I didn't get here by spreading my legs for every hot guy I've worked with," she said.

"So, where did the rule come from," Juanita asked teasingly.

"I spread my legs for a hot guy I worked with," Daisy said, giggling. "Ended poorly, never again." By now, Anna and Natalie had joined in, lured in by Michaela's loud explanation.

"Do it for work, then," Juanita shrugged. "Film it and put in on your OnlyFans." Daisy shook her head.

"I don't do that anymore, strictly nudes now," Daisy said. Anna looked at her questioningly, I assumed in case her reasoning was relevant to her own situation. Seeing her look, Daisy explained, "I used to fuck my boyfriend for OnlyFans, but we broke up and I didn't feel like having to look for scene partners and have random sex. I kept most of my followers, even though I got a lot of them from posting sex tapes. I'd probably make more money if I did, but I decided to just stick to nudes. Isn't that what you do?"

"Yeah, but I'm thinking about doing the other stuff, Charlie and I have been discussing it," she said, bringing me into the discussion that I already found myself out of place in.