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Fifteen Minutes Ch. 01

By: hal_tee



CHAPTER ONE — RELATIONSHIPS 

Illicit thoughts

"Well?" the pouting young woman asked, pulling her short blonde hair onto the top of her head with one hand and resting the other on her hip. "Sexy?" 

Madison Cooper flicked her appreciative eyes across her best friend's body. In her multi coloured tube top, short black skirt and thigh length black boots, Peaches looked hot. 

But then, Peaches always looked hot. 

Her fair skin was brought alive by the sprinkling of freckles across her face and there was something about the way her nose crinkled when she laughed that made her seem like the proverbial girl-next-door. But as many a young man could testify, her cute face belied the wonderful wickedness that lay underneath. Peaches oozed sex appeal. 

The two nineteen year old girls had known one another since they'd entered the teens, and had become inseparable over the years since then. Maybe it was their different qualities that attracted them to one another? Peaches always seemed to wrap men around her finger, while the brunette had never quite inherited the same self-confidence. Whatever scrapes they'd got into with men over their formative years, it was always Peaches leading the way.

"Yeah," Madison giggled, smoothing her short red dress across her flat stomach. "Like a model. But what about me?"

Her short dress fluttered around her long, shapely legs as she twirled in front of the mirror. 

"You?" Peaches murmured. "God, Maddy, what do I keep telling you? If you were bi like me I'd take you to bed and fuck you myself."

The girls giggled at one another. It was a comment Peaches had frequently made. There'd been times on the dance floor, or even when Peaches had stayed over at Madison's flat, that they'd shared a cuddle and more than a friendly kiss. But that was as far as Madison was ever likely to go. 

As nice as Peaches looked and smelled, women weren't her thing.

She swung around again. In the tight dress, the heart shaped curve of her wonderful buttocks was a sight to behold. But it wasn't her ass that Peaches' clear blue eyes were focused on. 

"Those tits," she sighed, creeping up behind her friend. Her hands reached underneath Madison arms and slithered upwards to cup her unfettered breasts. "Fuck, I wish I had tits like these..."

Madison deep brown eyes narrowed as she looked at the sexy sight in the mirror. The black haired young woman felt her toes curl. The way Peaches' fingers were kneading her swells and manipulating her nipples was sending shockwaves down to her sex. She spun away, panting a little as she turned to face her blonde friend. "Peaches, you are wicked..."

"Of course I am," Peaches grinned, picking up the glass of wine they'd been sharing and reaching for the bottle again. "That's why we make such a good team."

Madison shook her head in wonder. Peaches was the most confident person she'd ever known—and the sexiest. She glanced back in the mirror, seeing that her high nipples were standing out proudly on her full breasts. The sight would blow Nate's mind. Her boyfriend of three months had this thing about her tits. Heck, most men had this thing about her tits. Even Nate's dad had told her she should be in Playboy last week. But Mr. Robson always had been a perv.

"You want to share tonight?" Peaches casually asked, topping up her glass of wine from the nearly empty bottle. Her preference was red, but the supermarket white was adequate enough before they met their boyfriends. She winked at the brunette as she sighed and shook her head. 

"You know the answer to that one," Madison murmured, walking across to her friend and taking the glass from her. Peaches' natural effervescence made it impossible to get really annoyed at her. She swigged down half the contents in one mouthful. "You might be into boyfriend swapping, you slut" she giggled. "But you know it's not my thing..."

"Only too well," her friend laughed. The boys had occasionally mentioned the idea, encouraged by the intimacy they shared. Madison flat contained only one bedroom, with twin beds. That usually meant they fucked their boyfriend's at the same time in full view of one another. The situation leant itself to sharing, but the brunette had always drawn the line at the idea. 

Shame, Peaches would have been quite happy to 'road test' Madison's boyfriend. Nate was much cuter than Ethan, even though his cock wasn't as big. Hell, she would have taken them both on, for that matter. But her friend's reluctance meant the idea would always remain a non starter.

"I know what you're thinking," Madison grinned at her, cocking her head to one side. "The answer is still no." She loved her flat, even though it was so small. And in more ways than one, getting her own place had proven to be a Godsend. With her parents divorced and her mother living abroad, life with her father had only just been tolerable. 

Mind you, it had been less so when he and her mother were still together and arguing so much. She couldn't remember a time when they'd been happy. Her father was often out with friends, boozing, gambling, and chasing women. Not that her mother had been any better. Madison knew of a couple of affairs she'd had, so there must have been others she wasn't aware of.

Eventually, it had all proven too much for them. The divorce had been acrimonious and Madison had lived with her dad for the best part of twelve months until neither of them could stand it any longer. The daily arguments were wearing them both down. Besides, she was cramping his style. How could you bring women home when your teenage daughter was around?

The job she secured working for the controversial PR guru, Jay-Jay Kazan, gave her the freedom to rent somewhere on her own. She loved the work, too. The English publicist was infamous for representing the underdog, turning them into celebrities by selling their 'kiss-and-tell' stories to the tabloid newspapers. His Personal Assistant, Lucinda, had taken Madison under her wing and the nineteen-year-old brunette was already proving her worth.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Peaches queried, sidling up behind her friend. One of her hands ran through the lustrous black hair that fell in waves onto Madison shoulders, while the other slid under the hem of her short red dress. "What am I thinking?"

Madison gasped as her friend's fingers slid across her thighs. For a moment, she thought of opening her legs. That would call Peaches' bluff. The trouble was it might call her own, too. The tingling between her thighs was building with each teasing caress. She swung around. "Peaches..." she croaked, although she didn't move.

"Why not experiment? Just a little?" Peaches teased, giggling as she planted a kiss on the brunette's' nose. "I'd be the perfect partner..."

Madison rolled her eyes. "You can be a right little slut," she laughed.

"Can be?" Peaches giggled, putting one hand behind her neck and the other on her hip. She rotated her groin like a stripper. "Baby, as you know full well, I am a slut..."

The brunette shook her head again and tapped her watch. "Well get that sluttish ass into gear. We're meeting Nate and Ethan at the pub in half an hour."

***

"Where are we going to take them?" Nate asked, digging his fingertips into the dashboard as the red mini swung precariously around a corner. "For fuck's sake, mate—slow down."

Ethan grinned back at him as he straightened the car. The red traffic lights ahead stopped his progress. "Takes corners like a dream, doesn't it?"

"Good luck with your driving test..."

The ginger haired twenty-one year old gunned the engine as he waited impatiently for the lights "Hey," he laughed, playfully punching his friend's arm. "I passed first time with flying colours. Which test is it you're taking next month? Third? Fourth?"

"Second, as you well know," Nate said, pulling a face that couldn't disguise his good natured grin. "It's a good job I don't have you teaching me."

"You could do worse," Ethan told him, pushing the car into gear as the lights turned in their favour. "Mind you, that Mrs. Waterstone is a hottie. Everyone says so."

"Absolutely right," his friend agreed, checking his mobile phone in case of one the girl's had sent a text. They'd told the boys not to be late and yet here they were, as usual, breaking all speed limits in an attempt to reach the pub in time. "She always wears something low cut when she's taking a lesson. Man, it's hard to drive with a boner."

"You think she's up for it?"

Nate shook his head as he glanced out of the window. Darkness was closing in. "Nah, I think she's a cocktease."

"Just like Peaches was at first," Ethan responded, shooting his friend a smile. "But she was worth waiting for. Fuck, Nate, that girl oozes sex..."

"Don't I know it," the younger boy answered. "Watching her fucking your lights out while I'm doing Maddy is pretty hot."

"And watching your girlfriend is pretty hot, too. I mean, Peaches' fit, but what a fucking body Madison has. Those tits..."

The two young men went silent for a moment, luxuriating in the image of Madison's naked breasts. That was one of the incredible things about their relationship with the two girls. Simultaneously fucking their naked girlfriends within a few feet of one another was such a turn on...

"Do you think—" Ethan began.

Nate sent him a regretful smile. "You already know the answer to that one." 

Ethan thumped the steering wheel. Damn it! Peaches was up for it, no doubt about that. She'd practically told him as much. But she wouldn't do anything to upset her friend. Yet the constant thought continually had him drooling at the mouth. As much as Peaches was the sexiest damn girl he'd ever been with, the sight of Madison's fantastic tits bouncing as she rode Nate remained firmly embedded in his mind. What he wouldn't give...

"It's no good imagining it," Nate's voice cut in. "Maddy is a one man at a time girl."

"Yeah?"

"Especially when the man is me," he grinned, running a hand through his dark curly hair. "But then I'm man enough for any woman."

Ethan shot him a sideways glance. "Yeah, right. Peaches will eat you alive."

"Unlikely," Nate laughed. "Because it's not going to happen. For fuck's sake, Ethan..."

He gripped the dashboard again as his friend took another corner a little too fast and had to swing back to his side of the road when a lorry suddenly loomed in their sight. They fell into their own silent thoughts again. When they simultaneously sighed, both young men laughed.

"What," Ethan grinned. "You think I should go for remedial lessons with Mrs. Waterstone?"

Nate shook his head ruefully. "You wish..." he smirked. "So, where are we taking the girls tonight?"

Ethan slowed as they hit traffic. "A quick drink at the pub and then we're heading for that new nightclub that's opened. Goodfella's..."

"Goodfella's?!?" Nate barked out the word. "You're kidding? That's for the rich and famous, not the likes of us. It'll cost an arm and a leg."

His ginger haired friend patted the pocket of his jacket. "And if I was to tell you I'd secured complimentaries..."

"You have?" Nate's voice lifted a notch in his excitement. He turned in his seat to look at his friend. Ethan shot him a sideways grin. "How the fuck...?"

"Tommy got them," came the explanation. "They're only valid for tonight and he's in Sheffield."

The grin spreading across Nate's face threatened to never end. "Hey, man, I've always loved your older brother!"

"A quick drink here and then we can make our way down to the club," Ethan told him, practically swinging the car into the Fleece car park on two wheels. "The drinks will cost a fortune, mind, so we'd better go easy. But the girls will be impressed and when we get back to Maddy, who knows..."

He wiggled his eyebrows at his friend. 

"You live in a dream world, Ethan...." Nate disdainfully snorted. "It's not going to happen..."

***

Madison and Peaches' lush bodies glistened with perspiration as they whirled and spun about on the dance floor. Nate and Ethan had long since retired to their table at the side, already worn out by their girlfriend's exuberance. Once the girls had found out that Ethan had tickets for the club, they hadn't stayed at the Fleece for even one drink. 

Since then, the two young women had been continually dancing.

Goodfella's was alive with the music, and Madison and Peaches were determined to make the most of the experience. The double-tiered nightclub was filled to capacity with beautiful people and the young teenager's knew full well that they fitted in perfectly. They mightn't have as much money as others here, but they were the equal of any of the attractive women.

"You move very well," the guy on their right shouted. Peaches smiled, meeting the large, dark eyes of the ebony skinned man. From the way other women were staring at him, it was clear he was well known, even if she had no idea who he was. "I'm Leon," he told her, keeping his voice above the music. "This is Frankie. But then you probably already know that."

"Should I?" the petite blonde casually said, swinging around to face Madison. 

She was well aware that the two men had been watching them since they'd begun dancing. That's why she'd been even raunchier than usual in her movements. Once Nate and Ethan were out of the way, she'd expected them to move in. She hadn't been disappointed. 

As she'd anticipated, turning her back didn't discourage her admirer. Especially when she provocatively swung her hips from side to side to each beat of the music. 

He'd need to be a Saint to ignore her... 

"Sure you do," he whispered into her ear, moving in close and finding her hips with his hands. "We're actors. Old Oak Street."

"Never heard of it," she lied, throwing her head back so that their faces met. 

"Is that right?" he grinned, grinding himself into her ass. Everyone knew of the three times a week soap that dominated the ratings. "Where've you been hiding?"

Peaches swung back to face him, away from the wandering hands that sought out her breasts. Sliding her hands to her short blonde hair, she provocatively shimmied lower until her head was level with his crotch and then back up again. "You're famous, then?" 

"Absolutely," his smooth Caribbean tone cockily told her. He swung his hips with a natural rhythm, matching her move for move. "Next time you're coming here, just tell them you're friends of Leon and Frankie." 

She tantalisingly swung away as he reached for her again. "Next time?"

"Yeah." He nodded across to where Nate and Ethan were sitting. "But don't bring the losers..."

She laughed, swinging away again and locking her hands around Madison's neck. The two women danced close, putting on a show for their admirers. Within seconds, the two men had moved in again, Leon grinding into Peaches' ass and Frankie into Madison's.

"Says he's an actor," the blonde shouted at her friend, grinning at the way Madison was blushing.

"Let's get back," the brunette told her, glancing across at their boyfriends. The problem was that with the man behind her and Peaches in front of her, there was no way to go.

"You don't want to go yet, baby," Frankie shouted into her ear. "We're just getting started."

"You're in Old Oak Street as well?" Peaches asked, staring past Madison at the grinding young man.

"Where've you been hiding?" he cockily replied, winking at the blonde while sliding his hands up onto Madison tits. 

The brunette knocked them away immediately. "Peaches..." she hissed.

"Shy," Frankie grinned. "I like them shy..."

"You're sure you're not policemen?" Peaches quipped, ignoring her friend's discomfort. She glanced over her shoulder at Leon. "That's a mighty impressive truncheon..."

"Wanna check it out?" he arrogantly grunted into her ear.

Madison's eyes widened. She could see from the look on Peaches' face that she was actually going to take him up on the offer. That's when she heard the voice from the side.

"Can we have your autographs?" 

To their left, several young girls were queuing up beside the two actors. The black bodies that had been grinding into theirs temporarily backed away. 

"Sure," Frankie was saying, taking the slip of paper and pen from the first in the queue.

Madison saw the escape route and grabbed her friend's hand. "C'mon. Nate and Ethan will be wondering where we've got to..."

***

The atmosphere in the car heading back to Madison's flat was lined with sexual tension. The boys were anticipating the benefits of treating their girlfriend's to Goodfella's, while their girlfriend's were still feeling the heat from their flirtation with the two black actors.

The boys had watched the encounter, and once inside the front door it seemed they both had something to prove. Nate immediately took Madison's hand and dragged her to the bedroom, while Ethan picked up Peaches and followed them in. 

The room was small, with the twin single beds taking up most of the space. The couple of feet gap between them was just big enough to accommodate a small bedside table against the wall. The beds had rungs instead of a headboard—ideal for tying someone up, Peaches had quipped—and the picture of Marilyn Monroe above the bed completed the sparse furnishings.

When Ethan flung Peaches down on the bed to their right, the petite blonde giggled. "Mmm... my caveman" she told him as he began to unbutton his shirt. She wrenched the black skirt down her legs, and then yanked her skimpy red panties after them. In just the tube top and thigh length black boots, she lewdly spread her legs. "Come and get it baby..."

Her ginger haired boyfriend dragged at his jeans and almost fell over in his haste to pull them over his feet. "Shit," he grunted, holding onto the pole at the bottom left of the bed to steady himself. His boxers followed.

"Is that for me?" she teased, eyeing his hardness. "Not as big as those actors, but it'll have to do I suppose."

"Bitch!" He half-laughed as he headed for the bed. Peaches began to giggle again.

"Slow down, Nate," Madison panted at her boyfriend, though his urgency was a turn-on in itself. He'd already pushed her dress up to her waist and dragged her thong down her legs. 

"Nate..." she repeated, but his mouth stopped her. The dark haired youngster had pulled her legs around his shoulders and pushed her flat on the left hand bed. As his tongue went to work on her baby-smooth pussy, she slipped the straps of her dress down her body and moaned as she cupped her naked breasts. "Oh, fuck, yes..."

"Hey, concentrate on me," Peaches rasped as she saw Ethan's narrowed eyes devour Madison's naked body. She stroked his cock and growled approvingly. "Mind you, I swear you've just grown a couple of inches at the sight of those tits."

They both glanced back at the couple on the other bed. Madison's body was shaking as her first orgasm overpowered her. Peaches grabbed Ethan's hair and forced his gaze to meet hers. "Think you can bring me off like that?" 

He took it as a personal challenge. Dragging up the tube top, he sank his mouth onto her perky breasts and sucked in her deep pink nipples.

Peaches growled her approval into his ear, gripping his ginger hair even more tightly. Her legs, half covered in the thigh length black boots wrapped around his body, the heels settling just above his hard butt. No foreplay was needed...

Ethan positioned his cockhead against her clean shaven entrance and her boot heels did the rest. He sank inside her. She groaned as each inch disappeared, enjoying the sensation as he let the steady pressure slowly push him deeper until he was buried to the hilt.

To her left, Nate groaned. Madison had his jeans and boxers around his thighs and half of his hard cock was engulfed in her mouth. From the look on his face, and his rhythmic 'oh fuck' chants, it seemed clear he wasn't going to last long. Madison eased off twice to stave off what appeared to be an imminent orgasm, but just as he calmed a little, her teasing mouth returned him to the edge before backing off again.


Fifteen Minutes Ch. 01



Ethan sneaked a look at the couple. On the bed next to him and Peaches, they were so close he could reach out and touch them. But that was taboo...

Peaches dragged his head to hers for another kiss. It was long, deep and passionate. When he pulled away to breathe, her gleaming blue eyes held his gaze while her heels locked in position. "C'mon stud," she moaned, her hips beginning to buck up against him.

He grunted with each of her upthrusts, feeling himself encased in her velvety vice. Resting his elbows on the bed beside her shoulders, he matched her movements, plunging as she was rising. They talked in a series of grunts, Peaches' hands around his shoulders as she sought for more leverage. Her perky tits bounced with each move and he growled and nipped at her neck and ears. The bed began to creak.

Rolling away from her boyfriend, Madison turned towards the noise. The sight of her two friends rutting on the other bed slotted into her psyche. If Nate was going to cum—and he was—she wanted him inside her. "Doggie," she directed, dropping forward onto her elbows.

It took only a second for Nate to scramble behind her. With two passes of his cock against her wet furrow, he found the mark and pushed. "Yeah..."

Madison groaned at his entry, and then again as he instantly began to thrust. "Fuck me," she simply said, looking back over her shoulder. 

Her eyes alighted on the other couple as Nate grabbed her hips and pumped. She could see the tightness in Ethan's eyes as Peaches undulated her body beneath him. Her blonde friend looked as sexy as hell when she was in control like that. She caught Madison's gaze and winked.

"Too hot for you, stud?" she teased her boyfriend, using her internal muscles to grip his manhood more tightly. She squeezed once. "Wanna cum?" She squeezed again. "Wanna cum, Ethan?" She squeezed a third time. "Wanna cum, stud?"

The words fired into Madison brain on the other bed. She thrust backwards against Nate. One, twice, and then rat-tat-tat like a machine gun. His fingers dug into her flesh as he tried to match her backward thrusts. On both beds, they were all going for broke. It was touch and go as to who would break the finishing line tape. 

Ethan grabbed Peaches' hands, pinning them above her to the bed as his body stiffened. Nate felt his cum gather and pushed Madison's thrashing head down into the white sheets. Both grunted out their releases in a dead heat. As they let loose volley after volley, the two women twisted their heads to look at one another. The look of utter gratification in both pairs of eyes detonated their own orgasms. Eyes close now, their trembling bodies merged with their partner's.

Nate thought he'd never stop cumming. Ethan asked himself if he'd ever get to experience Madison's body. Madison held her lover tightly, enjoying his aftershocks. Peaches wondered what sex with the two black actors would be like...

***

The Agency

The whole office was a hive of activity when Madison arrived. That meant one thing—the agency was working on a potential new case. Lucinda had been telling her they needed to find a big new client soon. Things had been too quiet for too long. From the way people were scurrying back and forth, it looked like they might just be on the verge of finding one. 

It was Jamal who confirmed the fact.

"Mr. Kazan wants to see you," he told her, grabbing her arm as she hung up her jacket. They'd started working at the agency around the same time and she'd already developed a bond with the down to earth Indian youngster. 

"What is it?" she gabbled, feeling the excitement rise in her as she asked.

He nudged her in the direction of Jay-Jay Kazan's office. "Mr. Kazan!" he repeated, but with more emphasis. "There's a big story breaking, so you'd better get in there. He's been looking for you." 

"Me? Why me?"

Jamal shrugged, grinning at her as he swung around and headed for the fax machine. She let her eyes linger on his cute butt for a moment and then hurried to Kazan's plush office. She'd never dealt with him, nor had she even held a one-on-one with him. All her dealings were through his Personal Assistant, Lucinda. Where the heck was she?

An uncomfortable lick of heat lodged itself across her neck as she hurried into his swanky office. It was at least as big as the room three doors away that housed her, Jamal and two others. 

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Kazan?"

He put a finger to his lips but waved her in. She saw the phone lodged between his shoulder and left ear. His other hand was working the computer.

"Half an hour," he grunted into the mobile. "No more than that, understand?"

He flicked it closed and held it against his cheek for a moment. "You know how to work that thing, Madison-baby?" he asked, nodding at the percolator in the corner of the room.

"Yes, sir..." she stuttered. Madison-baby? Where did that come from?

He grinned. "Good. Get it on the boil and pour us two coffees."

Two coffees? Us? Her mind whirled. "Er... yes..."

"Lucinda has gone down with swine flu. Fucking swine flu!" he rasped, as she began to set up the percolator. "Can you believe that, and on today of all days? Emily is working on the Bronson case so I need some help in here. Think you're up to it?"

"I'm up to it," she confirmed, though she had no idea what the 'it' was. Lucinda's previous tutorials on how the inner office worked would help of course, but this was the real thing. The deep end. She took a deep breath to compose herself and watched in amazement while the silver haired fox went from thoughtful to action man in a few brief seconds. 

By the time the coffee had brewed, he'd handed her a dozen things to do, made another three phone calls, asked Jamal to collect a package waiting at the central Post Office and disappeared into his partner's office to pass on details of another case he was working on.

Madison had the two coffees on his desk by the time he returned and was halfway through completing the first of the tasks he'd set.

"Good girl," he smiled at her, and then gave a simple nod toward one of the chairs in front of his desk. "C'mon then, we don't have all day. Don't you want me to tell you what this is all about?"

She took her seat, watching as he rifled through a file. Suddenly she no longer felt an insignificant cog in the wheel; she was a fully-fledged member of the team.

He really was impressive, she decided. Until then, she'd only seen him in action from a distance. The other girls in the office swooned over him and until now, she'd never really understood why. Okay, he was invariably charming and always larger than life. He dominated the office whenever he was there. And with his slicked back silver hair, tailored suits and expensive shirts and ties, he looked every inch the playboy he was portrayed in the media. 

But now, springing into action, there was an extra edge about him. An exciting one. This man knew what he was doing. He was firm, decisive. A James Bond type figure, except that he was moving in for a different type of kill. Madison felt dampness between her thighs. She'd heard the saying about getting off on power. Is this what it meant?

"This," he said, holding up a photograph, "Is Fiona Farmington-Smyth. What do you think?"

Madison took the photo from him as he passed it across the desk. The redhead was a classy looking woman in a Nicole Kidman kind of way. Her body reminded her of Peaches'—slender and athletic. The shocked look on the woman's face suggested she'd been caught by surprise.

"Attractive," she said, passing the large photograph back.

"You think so?" he asked, twisting his nose to one side. He held the photo up between them, turning it from one angle to another. "Perhaps... but then I prefer my women with a sexier look, and with curves. Just like you, Madison-baby."

Her?!? Madison nearly slurped her coffee, but before she could respond, he'd moved on.

"If we're to believe it, our friend Fiona Farmington-Smyth has slept with the some important people." He tossed the photo onto his desk and steepled his fingers. "She's looking for someone to represent her and is trying to play us off against Barry Foster's mob."

Madison nodded, watching his dark eyes as he spoke. They were alive, like a hunter after his prey. She could feel her nipples harden and was grateful for the jacket over her blouse. Kazan expected all his workers to dress professionally. She knew that Foster's agency was considered second to theirs, and was also aware that her boss didn't much care for his rival.

"I'm going to see her this afternoon," he told her, tapping his fingertips on the desk. His direct stare met hers and he winked. "Let her see the whites of my eyes. That's the secret, Madison-baby. Look them in the eye and see what you find there. You think you can complete everything by the time I get back?"

"Yes, Mr. Kazan," the nervous brunette told him, hoping her voice sounded more confident than she felt. She'd never dealt with half of the stuff he'd given her before. "I'll give it my best shot."

"Good girl." He nodded across to the corner of the room. "Use that..."

A shiver ran through her as she glanced over at the desk by the window. Lucinda always used that desk when they were involved in a case. It gave his PA privacy and allowed her boss to keep her close to the action. And now she was going to occupy it. Some of the girls in the office suggested that Kazan also bent his Personal Assistant over the desk when he had other needs.

"Watch out for the blinds closing," they said.

Another shiver hit her. This one was different.

***

"How's it going?" Jamal asked, popping his head around the door. Jay-Jay Kazan had been gone for an hour and Madison hadn't even emerged from the room to visit the bathroom.

"Busy," she replied, blowing a loose strand of black hair from in front of her face. She fixed it back behind her ear but didn't pause in her typing. "He's given me a lot to do and I'm trying to make sense of some of it."

"Want to bounce it off me?"

"Thanks, Jamal," she smiled. "But you know I can't. I'm in here because Mr. Kazan wants everything kept under wraps. You know that."

The Indian youngster gave a cheeky grin. "He'll never know."

"Oh, yes he will," she told him, glancing across out of the corner of her eye. "That man has eyes in the back of his head. Besides, that's not the point..."

"It isn't?" he said, stepping inside and starting to close the door behind him.

"Stop there," she snapped, reaching out and holding up an outstretched palm. The last thing she wanted was someone telling her boss that Jamal had joined her in his office. He'd go ballistic. "Go on," she ordered, her flashing eyes reinforcing her concern. "Open that door and go away."

Jamal pulled a face. "You're no fun..."

Madison raised her eyebrows. "Hey, I'm a lot of fun," she grinned. "Just not now. Look, Jamal, I'm trying to work my way through this, and there a few inconsistencies. I don't know if that's because I don't understand what I'm doing, or if this woman's story doesn't add up."

"Which woman?"

"Fi..." she began, stopping suddenly as she realised the trap. "Very funny," she sarcastically told him, though the amused look in her eyes conveyed her warmth. She liked the young Indian lad. But her boss had made that clear before he'd left the office that careless talk, even internally, costs contracts. 

"You'd better have it worked out for when he returns," he unhelpfully told her. "Lucinda would."

"I'm not Lucinda," she sighed, switching her eyes back to the computer screen. "What a time to go off sick. But I'm going to make a couple of phone calls and check things out."

Jamal drew a finger across his throat and laughed. "Don't overstep the mark."

She crinkled her nose. "Tell me about it. Either I do nothing and just point out my concerns, or I use my initiative and try and add some value..."

"I'd opt for the doing nothing," he told her, running a hand through his afro hairstyle as he grinned at her. "Safer that way."

Madison swung back on the chair to face him. "You really want to lend a hand?"

His large eyes widened. They both knew he had a crush on her and that, beneath the banter, he'd do anything to help. "Of course, Maddy."

"You'll keep it to yourself?

His voice was eager. "You know I will."

"Great, Jamal. I'm starving. How about you help me out by getting me a sandwich? Oh, yes, and some orange juice. But you'd better hurry before the boss returns."

The Indian youngster playfully stuck out his tongue. "No problem at all," he ruefully said, starting to close the door behind him. "And I'll be out her when you need anything else..."

"That's a dear," she laughed, swinging back to her computer.

"By the way," she heard his voice as he held the door slightly ajar and stuck his head back inside. "I'll watch out for those blinds being closed..."

***

"How's it gone?" Madison asked. The question was out of her mouth before she had time to think about it and her flashing eyes flickered at her returning boss to see his reaction. She didn't want him thinking she was being presumptuous.

"Not sure," he replied, tapping on the desk as he sat down. He looked confused "Something about this smells fishy, Madison-baby. I just have to work out what that is."

She nodded. "I think that, too."

The silver haired man suddenly looked up. Surprise was written all over his face. "Oh, you do?" He lifted one foot onto his desk and then the other. "Now why is that?"

She suddenly felt exposed. It wasn't up to a nineteen-year-old to tell the master of his profession how to run his business. But he did need to know what she'd discovered. Making those phone calls had confirmed her suspicions. She tapped a blue file on her desk. "It's all in here. Everything you asked me to do but some additional pieces I found out."

"You found out?"

Madison blushed. She didn't like that look. "Yes..."

Resting his hands behind his head, he casually stretched out between his chair and desk. "Well, why don't you pour me a coffee while you elucidate."

She frowned. "Elucidate?"

"Explain why, Madison-baby."

With a gulp of air, she hurried across to the machine, thankful she'd made another brew in anticipation of his return. Adding the three sugars she'd discovered he liked, she handed him the china cup. 

"Shoot," he said, nodding at the chair opposite his desk. 

Taking a deep breath, she realised there was no way out. He'd probably think she was stupid, but things didn't make sense and he needed to know. "Okay," she began, taking another deep breath. The way he was staring at her made her nervous. "Fiona's story is that she's been simultaneously dating a newspaper editor and a politician, but neither knew about it. And she's been sharing their secrets with one another."

"That's it in a nutshell," Kazan murmured, crossing one leg over the other on his desk as he sipped at the black coffee. "And..."

"The first thing I noticed," she hesitantly began. "Is that the story Chapman printed about the Conservatives was published a few days before she says she first met Nelson. So how could she have given him that story?"

Kazan dropped his feet to the floor. She had his attention.

"She also said she was given a House of Commons security pass arranged by Nelson. I did some checking. That's a downright lie."

"You did some checking...?"

Madison felt that lick of heat around her neck as he warily leant forward in his chair. She knew what he was thinking. It was important it was to keep things under wraps and he didn't want her giving the game away by asking questions she shouldn't. 

"Don't worry," she quickly tried to assure him. "I knew I couldn't do anything directly. That could make people suspicious of why I was asking questions. So I checked on the internet. On the date she said he secured her the pass, Nelson was in California. In fact, he travelled there two days ahead of that time and was there for a week."

The concerned look on his face eased slightly. "You checked on the internet?"

"Just to see if I could find anything that contradicted the information she'd supplied you with," she nervously told him. "It'll be easy to confirm the dates through his office, but I didn't want to set off any alarm bells."

Kazan nodded slowly, his face changing to a grin as he thought it through, and then into a large smile. "Well, well, well. My little stand-in PA is more than just a pretty teenage face. I'm not sure that even Lucinda would have picked all of that up... well, not so quickly, anyway."

Madison smiled for the first time since he'd returned. It suddenly felt very warm in the room. Maybe she'd done the correct thing after all. "I didn't do a thing that would arouse suspicion," she began, "but—"

"That's okay, Madison-baby," he cut her off, jumping to his feet. He wandered across to the floor to ceiling window and stared out thoughtfully. "Little Miss Farmington-Smyth seemed very nervous when I questioned her. Enough to make me wonder. You get an instinct for these things. Now I understand why. If Barry Foster takes her on, he'll end up with egg all over his face." He gave a huge guffaw and turned back to the brunette. "That'll be a shame..."

Madison stared happily at him. His dark eyes were gleaming with approval. She wondered if she should speak again, but decided that she'd said enough. It was better to let him take the lead.

"Have you spoken about your thoughts with anyone here?"

Her brown eyes widened as she shook her head.

"You're sure? A little office gossip?"

"Careless talk costs contracts," she said, shuffling nervously in her chair. He had a way of talking that made you feel guilty. "That's what you told me..."

"Indeed I did," the silver haired man smiled. "You've done well. Trust is a strange thing in this business," he murmured her, walking across to her. As he leant down, he brushed his hand along her black hair and planted a kiss on the top of her forehead. "You've just earned mine. Never give it away."

As he wandered thoughtfully back to his seat, she felt the rush of adrenalin run along her curvy body. He held her eyes as he sat down and turned back to her. It made her wonder if he was going to ask her to close the blinds. Right then, she probably would have done anything. Whatever it was that was pumping around her body settled between her thighs.

Then he sat back in his chair, linking his hands behind his head. His mind was back on the case. "Pass me details of what you've found and leave me alone for a while," he eventually told her. "Once I've reviewed everything, we'll discuss it again. Okay?"

Madison beamed as she stood. Her entire body felt alive. Today was the best day she'd had in a long, long time. "Okay, Mr. Kazan," she answered, feeling a mixture of relief and elation as she headed for the door.

"Madison-baby," she heard when she'd got half way. 

"Yes?"

"It's Jay-Jay," he told her as she turned. "From now on, it's Jay-Jay."

***

Beginning of the End

"I'm not sure what to wear," Madison complained, hurrying out of the bedroom in her underwear. Peaches had only just arrived and the boys were collecting them from the flat in ten minutes or so. It had been late when she'd left the office, but she didn't mind. She was in Jay-Jay Kazan's good books and that's all that mattered.

"Something hot," her blonde friend suggested, dropping her brown jacket onto the back of a chair and sauntering across the room. "C'mon," she said, taking her hand and leading the way back into the small bedroom. "I'll choose."

Pulling open the white slatted door on the tiny fitted wardrobe, she rifled through Madison's clothes until she pulled out a pink jumper. It was the same as the green top she was wearing, other than the colour. "Hey, I'd forgotten we'd both bought the same jumper. Wear this and we can pretend we're sisters."




Fifteen Minutes Ch. 01



The brunette laughed, but took the jumper all the same. It might be a bit too dressy for a night at the pub, but what the heck. She wanted to celebrate her successful day. "Yeah," she grinned. "Identical twins."

"Wait," Peaches stopped her as she began to slip it on. The blonde pulled up her own jumper and held it just above her naked breasts. "You said identical," she smiled, dropping it back in position. "Off with the bra."

Madison pulled a face, but her friend was already behind her, unfastening the hook and pulling the lacy black thing from her tanned body. Feeling the cool air harden her nipples, she quickly slipped the top over her head and checked her reflection in the mirror.

"Perfect choice," Peaches told her, crossing the small room and smoothing the jumper. When she mischievously pulled it tight, Madison's breasts were framed against the material. "Fuck, look at those."

"Peaches!"

"Can't help it babe," the blonde grinned, with more than just a hint of lust in her blue eyes. Her hands rose to cup the thrusting breasts over her friend's jumper, but quickly slid underneath. "When I make enough money I'm going to have mine done exactly like these," she murmured, caressing the naked globes.

"Peaches..." Madison repeated, though her voice sounded less certain.

The petite blonde simply squeezed them more tightly. Madison chest was rising and falling with the excitement she felt and she couldn't stifle a moan. Her friend could be unbelievably wicked, but occasionally she evoked such incredible feelings of arousal in the brunette. 

Peaches smiled that sexy smile of hers as she watched Madison's reaction. She was into girls as much as men, and had been ever since she could remember. The fear of destroying their friendship had been the only thing that had stopped her making a move on Madison, but it was getting tough. Her friend was sexier than any other girl she'd known. 

"You're feeling it as much as I am," she whispered, flicking her thumbs across each hard nipple. It brought moan. "Why don't we forget the boys tonight?"

For the first time in their friendship, Madison was actually tempted. Elated after her day at the office, she wanted to act out, and her breasts felt so full and warm in those wonderful hands. If Peaches' soft palms didn't stop rotating them, she'd probably have been unable to stop herself... 

Heck, she couldn't stop herself. 

Snaking a hand around her friend's head, she brought her open mouth to Peaches' in a quick, fervent kiss. It felt good, almost too good. With a tinge of embarrassment, she pulled away, but not before feeling her friend's wet tongue flicker inside her mouth.

"Fuck," that was hot," Peaches murmured approvingly, leaning in for another kiss. This wasn't her making the move, it was her friend. That made it okay...

"Too hot," Madison gasped, reaching up to remove the wonderfully caressing hands from her breasts. She held them for a moment, staring into Peaches' narrowed eyes. "Too bad I'm not bi like you..."

Her friend laughed sexily. "That's okay, babe. I like a challenge," she murmured, trying again for another kiss.

Using the willpower she didn't think she had, Madison playfully pushed Peaches towards the wardrobe. "The boys will be here any minute," she said, desperate to find a reason not to continue this. Who knows where it would end? "Pass me the black skirt, please. If I'm going braless in this top, we might as well wear the same colour skirt, too."

"Good thinking," Peaches sighed, her eyes drinking in Madison curvy body as she slipped on the short skirt. That had been close. Maybe next time...

"Told you," Madison laughed, holding her hands above her head as she theatrically spun around. "Identical twins."

Peaches leant back against the closed wardrobe door. "Not quite," she sultrily said, edging her skirt up her thighs.

"Fuck, Peaches!"

The petite blonde smiled. Madison only cursed when she was aroused. "Okay, baby," she sexily murmured. "Identical, you said. Lose the thong..."

***

The excitement of her successful day, her subsequent encounter with Peaches, and the copious amounts of beer she'd consumed since they'd been in the pub, all contributed to Madison's feeling of invincibility. 

She'd been canoodling with Nate all night and their affections had become more blatant as the evening had neared its end. Even Ethan had got in on the act, giving her a hug a few times in acknowledgement of what she'd described as her best day ever. That's what he'd said, but she knew better. With each hug, his hands had wandered further. She'd smacked them away the last time. What was it about her tits tonight that made people want to touch them?

"One more drink," Nate declared, as he heard the last orders call.

Madison squinted at her boyfriend. "I've had too many, already."

"Then one more won't hurt," Peaches laughed, draping her arms around her friend. She'd had more than her fair share tonight, too. They all had. And they were making way too much noise, as usual. But apart from the odd disapproving stare, no one had chastised the group. Why would they—the Fleece was used to them.

"Four more Buds," Ethan shouted as Nate made his way to the crowded bar. 

Sitting between the two nineteen year olds, the ginger haired lad spread an arm along both their backs and pulled them both in against his body. His lips found Peaches' for a long kiss, but when he tried the same with Madison, she swung her head away. It was one thing for her to fool around a little with Peaches at the flat, but she drew the line with her friend's boyfriend.

She'd seen Nate trying it on with Peaches tonight, too, and knew exactly what was on the boys mind. Even though her blonde friend seemed comfortable enough with the situation, she wasn't. How often had she insisted that she wasn't into swapping boyfriends?

She was a one man at the time girl, she nodded to herself, though she was unable to prevent a giggle when she thought that she might relinquish that principle if Jay-Jay Kazan was involved. 

"You know your trouble," Ethan said to her as Nate set the four bottles of Bud down on the round table in front of them. "You're too much of a prude."

Madison banged her drink down on the table, watching transfixed as the frothing head poured over the top of the bottle and ran down the side. 

"Premature eruption," Peaches giggled, nudging her arm.

The others all laughed, but Madison wasn't going to be deflected. She swung back to fix Ethan with those deep brown eyes. If she could remember what she was going to say, she wasn't going to let him off the hook. She'd been insulted, hadn't she?

"Your trouble," she responded, feeling a wooziness at the sudden movement of her head. God, she really had had too much to drink. Her hand swept back the lustrous black hair that fell over her eyes. "Your trouble," she repeated, narrowing her eyes to get a clearer view of his grinning face. "Is that you're a randy alley cat out for what you can get."

The other three collapsed in laughter.

"Yeah, you're an alley cat!" Nate repeated, playfully thumping his friend's arm and then swinging his arm around Madison shoulder.

"A toast," Peaches slurred, holding up her bottle. They all followed the motion, knocking their Buds against one another's. "To alley cats..."

"Alley cats!" they chimed in unison.

"So..." Nate said. "I was getting the drinks. How did we get onto this subject?"

"I don't know," Madison garbled, taking a long drink. Looking down, she saw that a few loose drops had landed on her jumper.

"Here," Ethan said, reaching towards her. "Let me help..."

"That's it!" Madison exclaimed, pushing his hand away and then pointing her finger at him. "That's why. He's too touchy feely. Tell him to leave me alone, Nate."

Nate smiled merrily. "Yeah, mate, leave her alone. Or maybe pass Peaches over to me..."

Madison tipped her head back and looked at the grimy ceiling. A fan lazily rotated, covered in years of dust. She shook her head and crossed her arms. There they went again! She knew exactly where this was heading and glanced imploringly at her friend. "Peaches, talk to them, will you?" she asked without taking her eyes off the fan.

The petite blonde shrugged her shoulders. "Boys will be boys," she laughed, flashing a mischievous smile at both boyfriends. 

"Hey," Ethan cut in, wiping away the beer slithering down his chin. "Honestly, girls. Wife and girlfriend swapping is all the rage right now. And it's pure, harmless fun."

"Pure?" Madison scoffed, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She finally looked back at Peaches' lecherous boyfriend. "Harmless? How old are you two morons?"

"Morons," Ethan grinned happily, raising his bottle into the air. "That's us."

"Peaches?" Madison murmured, squinting at her friend for more support.

The blonde pushed herself to her unsteady feet. "What my beautiful friend is trying to tell you," she slowly pronounced, swaying as she glanced down at each of them. "Is that there's more chance of her and me getting it on together. Sorry to disappoint you."

"Yeah," Madison agreed. Her drunken mind fantasised that another girl-girl kiss might be in order before the night was out.

"Sit down," Ethan grunted, pulling on Peaches' skirt and then running his hand along her bare thigh as she hit the seat. "Are you two girl's really suggesting—?"

Madison punched his arm. "What sort of world do you live in, moron?"

"Yeah, moron," Nate laughed, swigging at his beer.

"They've probably both got their rocks off to that thought one time or another," Peaches chuckled. "I think they call it their masturbatory world."

Both women burst into laughter, high-fiving each other. 

The remark didn't faze either of their two half-drunk boyfriends. Nate took a long pull at his bottle, emptying it. He wiped his mouth on his cuff and nodded brightly, as if admission was some sort of badge of honour. "What we do in the darkness of our bedrooms is our secret." 

"Yeah," Ethan mumbled, sliding his hand further up Peaches' thigh and under her skirt. "Besides, women do it, too." "True," his sexy blonde girlfriend agreed, pulling his hand away and kissing his fingers. "So why don't we head back to the flat? You guys can have the cream masturbatory room and Madison and I will take the pink. Agreed?"

"We'll agree to anything you girls want to do," the boys chorused as they rose unsteadily to their feet. "As long as we can watch..."

***

"I'll get us some water," Madison mumbled as soon as they entered the flat. Her head was spinning. If they were going to have a long session in the bedroom, a regular intake of fluid would be essential. Though she didn't think she could do anything for long.

She watched the two boys pull a giggling Peaches towards the bedroom and then headed to the open plan kitchen at the other end of the room. The way their hands were all over one another, Ethan and his girlfriend would be at it well before she got there. Nate would have to content himself by watching meantime. Her head was about to burst and she needed that water.

Besides, she was so horny she desperately needed to give herself time to think. They were all so drunk, and Ethan and Nate were at their worst when they were in that state. It wouldn't surprise her if they asked to swap again sometime later in the night.  

It wasn't going to happen...

She drank a full glassful of water before carrying more on a tray towards the bedroom. It was an effort to walk in a straight line. What she saw when she pushed open the door made her gasp.

Peaches was bent over the rail at the foot of the bed, bottom in the air, legs spread wide, and her skirt flipped up to her naked waist. Her mouth was rising and falling on Ethan's cock, as he sat further up the bed, just as she'd seen on so many occasions. 

The difference this time was that Nate was on his knees behind her, hands on her hips and his mouth buried under her rounded little buttocks. 

"What the..." The tray and glasses clattered as she dropped them onto the floor and water soaked into the carpet. 

Three heads swivelled around to her. Peaches eyes were drunk and heavy lidded, if a little guilty. Ethan's too, minus the guilt. It was Nate that the brunette focused on. His glazed eyes squinted at her, his mouth and chin glistening with her friend's juices. It was as if his befuddled mind was attempting to work out what to do. When he sank his face back between Peaches' near perfect ass, he chose the wrong option...

Ethan saw the horrified look on Madison's face and pushed his way off the bed. His cock looked stiff enough to hang a coat on. "Hey, it's okay..."

Peaches rose too, only for Nate to roughly push her back down onto the centre of the small bed. She made a token effort to get up, but the eager young teenager already had her legs apart and was resuming his oral.

"The little bastard," Madison rasped, feeling her body begin to sway as a fever of betrayal swept through her. It was all she could do to stand up. After everything she'd told him...

"I know," Ethan told her, putting an arm around her. "Here," he said, helping her sit down on the opposite bed. "You look flushed."

She was flushed. Her body was hot and her head was spinning. Nate should be comforting her, not Ethan. She could feel his hardness against her thigh. One hand was around her, under her armpit. His fingers were brushing the underside of her breast. She pulled it away. 

"No, Ethan." Despite her drunken state, her voice was firm, decisive. Unlike Peaches. Her blond friend was moaning now and had curled a foot around Nate's neck. Madison grunted. Who wouldn't when you were horny and a fit nineteen year old was eating you out? But that was her nineteen year old!

"He's cheating on you," Ethan whispered. She turned her head to look at him. His head nodded at her. His eyes seemed to sympathise with her predicament, too. That was strange. She hadn't expected him to be so understanding. "You know what you should do?" he asked.

"What?" she asked. The word came out like a croak. Her mouth was dry. Where was that water?

"Get even with him," he told her, slipping his arm around her again. She glanced at the couple on the bed so close to them. One of them had swung round, she didn't know who, and they were lying along the full length of the bed, 69ing. If she reached across, Madison could touch them...

She tried to shake her head at Ethan's suggestion, but it only made her feel dizzy.

"It'll serve him right," he continued. "Makes sense, don't you think?"

She did and she didn't. She couldn't decide. Nor could she stop the cool fingers running up her warm stomach. When had he slipped his hand under her top? "No Ethan," she told him, but the hand had reached and covered her left breast now. God... that felt good. She rested her head against his shoulder as he mauled her left breast. Her nipples were rock hard.

"Teach him a lesson," he grunted, pulling back so that he could stare into her wide eyes. 

"No," she slowly responded, trying to think. When he suddenly twisted on her nipple, all thought left her mind. Oh, God... 

"He needs to be taught a lesson," he murmured. 

His lips were on her cheek, her ears, and her neck. The way his hand continued to caress her breast sent tingles through her body. God, she'd had far too much to drink. His other hand was on her bare thigh. She tried to close them but he was too strong. Or was she not trying hard enough? She couldn't decide. All she knew was that he was pushing her legs further apart and she wasn't doing a thing to prevent him.

"Teach him," he continued to whisper into her ear. "Show him two can play at that game."

"Ethan... no..." she protested. Her voice sounded unconvincing, even to herself. Oh, God, he knew exactly which buttons to press. She whimpered then bit her lip as his hand ran along her wetness. His fingers were teasing her clit and then continuing to her wet folds. One slid inside her. She spread her legs further. When he slid a second inside, she pushed her hips forward. 

"That's it," he kept whispering. "Show him... show him..."

She reached for his wrist, but only to adjust the way he was finger fucking her. "Like that," she moaned, burrowing her head against his shoulder. "Like that..."

Her breath came in pants. Her tongue flicked out occasionally across her dry lips. Her hand squeezed his wrist tighter. The whimper turned into a moan, and the moan turned into a growl. 

"Fuck, Ethan... fuck yes... fuck yesssssssss...."

Nearly there... 

Her hips humped back as she searched for release. When it came, her moan came deep—harsh and throaty, and her body just wouldn't stop shuddering.

The darkness lasted a few seconds. When it began to clear, she could see Nate across from her. He was fucking Peaches, pumping hard as she wrapped her feet around his back. Madison could hear their sweaty, wet skin slapping against one another. The bastard!

Turning her head slowly, to avoid the wooziness that came with any sudden movement, she felt Ethan's hot breath on the side of her face. It took her a moment to grasp that Peaches' half-drunk boyfriend was rubbing himself against her, seeking her entrance. 

With the growing awareness, came the realisation that this had been planned. Maybe not exactly this way—but the two boys had manipulated the situation. Got what they wanted. 

"You want to fuck me, Ethan?" she almost snarled, feeling the need to be in control. "Is that what you really want?"

"Oh yeah, Maddy," he grunted, trying to kiss her.

"On your back," she told him, pulling her head away from his mouth. He could fuck her but he couldn't kiss her. He was so eager it was comical. But she had to admit his enthusiasm was a turn on, too. Especially with the sound of serious fucking coming from the bed a couple of feet away.

Swinging a leg across his body, she positioned herself and then eased down, taking just the head inside. Sweat broke out on her forehead as she paused. Was she really going to do this? Why? For revenge? For her own gratification? 

Or maybe it was for closure?

"Come on then, Ethan," she told him. "This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it..."

She pushed down harder until he was fully sheathed inside her. They both gasped. Madison realised that even in moments like this, there was nothing quite like the feel of a man's cock inside you. Pulling her long, dark hair back over one shoulder, she began to move in slow, circular motions, fucking him gently. Her eyes closed. His cock felt good...

Taking his hands, she pulled them up to her swaying breasts, holding them there. He rotated her nipples in his palms. His touch was perfect. Her circular movements changed to up and down thrusts as she changed the pace. The need inside her couldn't wait any longer.

"This is what you wanted?" she grunted. "To fuck me, Ethan...?" 

He grunted at her words. His face was twisted, as if in pain. Then he began to thrust back. His hands left her tits to settle on her curvy hips. They gave him more purchase to pump upwards at the same time as she slammed down against his legs. 

It was just what Madison wanted, needed. The situation had changed. She was using him. Her tits began to bounce in time with his thrusts. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out further. 

"Like that?" she gasped, out of breath. Another orgasm was speeding towards her. She dragged his hands to her tits again, unable to stop herself. "Squeeze them," she rasped.

Turning her head to the side, she saw Peaches' hand reaching across the divide. It looked like her best friend was on the verge, too. She took it, their fingers entwining and tightening against each other's as the tide rose. The contact was enough to spark both releases...

Madison's body trembled and bucked throughout her orgasm. She heard someone moan. It was a male voice. Was it Ethan? Or Nate? She didn't really care. 




Fifteen Minutes Ch. 02



CHAPTER TWO — THAT FATEFUL NIGHT

A New Start

"I don't understand!" Nate spat out the words.

"You don't?" Madison asked in a matter of fact way. 

It surprised her how cool she felt about this. She and Nate had enjoyed some fun times in their three months together. Heck, the four of them had. Ethan and Peaches had become inseparable from them and most things were done as a foursome. But her mind was made up.

"I've explained it twice," she continued, keeping her voice calm and flat.

He ran a hand through his dark hair. Why did she want to end their relationship right now? It didn't make sense. Just because they'd got up to some drunken fun last night, she was coming over all high and mighty. What did it matter which of them fucked who? "Maddy, I can't believe you're doing this. You wanted last night as much as—"

The words were like presenting a red rag to a bull. "Don't!" she shouted, half rising up from the small couch. "Don't you dare! I've told you both time and time again, but no... Boys will be boys... you both had to push it until you got your way, didn't you?" 

How many times did he need to be told? The frustrated teenager had thought it all through during her sleepless hours last night, and had made her feelings clear to him when he'd called round that afternoon. She'd just spent the last half-hour explaining it again. They'd both betrayed her trust. 

What part of that continued explanation could his muddled brain not take in?

The youngster pushed a lock of dark hair back from his eye. His eyes widened as he searched for the right combination of words. He'd already apologised. What else could he do? 

When he flopped down beside her and reached for her hand, Madison pulled away. There really wasn't much more to be said.

"Another chance..." he began. "Now that..."

"Now that?" she repeated, crossing both arms over her chest. "What, Nate? Do you mean now that you've had your fun? Now that you've fucked Peaches? Now that you know what it feels like? Is that what you mean?"

"It just happened. We were drunk..."

"How many times did we talk about it at the Fleece?" Her tone had changed. The anger had gone, replaced by bitterness and disappointment. "I'd said NO—"

Nate's hands were out in front of him, trying to add emphasis to his words. "But we were all fooling around, Maddy. I thought..."

"You thought what, Nate?" she spat. "That you wanted to fuck my best friend? What was it? Curiosity?"

"Of course not—"

"Then what?" Her voice was rising. The anger had returned. "The two of you manipulated Peaches last night. And then you did the same to me."

"Didn't you enjoy—"

"FUUUUUCK!" Madison yelled. In an instant she was on her feet. When Nate jumped up too, she placed both hands on his chest and pushed him across the room. "Have I been talking to myself all this time? I thought we were having a conversation where I was trying to explain how I felt? I might as well have talked to the frigging wall."

She flopped back down on the couch, burying her head in her hands. Nate just stood there, as if waiting her out would see her anger dissipate and they could then return to normal. But it was finally dawning on him that she was serious. This wasn't one of those arguments between couples that were resolved by going to bed, as he'd hoped. There was no going back. 

He stared at her, at a loss to know what to say. His face was like a little boy lost. Then he bent down to pick up the flowers he'd brought for her. He hadn't expected her to throw them back at him. Ethan's suggestion that a bouquet would help smooth the way after last night had backfired. And he'd spent fifteen quid on those... 

"Maddy, I'm so sorry," he tried again. He began to offer her the flowers again but the look in her eyes told him it was a bad idea. "Look, I just didn't think. Neither did Ethan. Please, tell me what I can do to make things right. Then tonight we'll—"

"It's been fun, Nate," she told him. Her voice was cold. Resigned. There was a hint of sadness around her eyes. "You're a nice young man and we've enjoyed ourselves. But it's over."

His gaze pleaded with her. "Maddy..."

"It's over, Nate. I want us to leave on good terms if we can. I only want the best for you. But I'd like you to go now."

His shoulders sagged. He stuttered a few times without saying anything. Then he fell silent, his defeated face staring at hers. He took half a step forward, as if wanting a final hug, but Madison just sat there, immobile. At long last, he let out a sigh that seemed to go on forever. Finally, he turned towards the door.

As soon as it was closed behind him, she took a long breath as the feeling of emptiness ran through her. Then she began to cry.

***

"You've had that whole bottle of wine?" Peaches asked incredulously. The petite blonde had pulled Madison into a consoling hug, even though she had to stand on her tiptoes to do so. Ethan had told her how badly the conversation with Nate had gone, and her subsequent brief conversation over the phone with Madison had suggested that her friend had been drinking. 

"Exactly!" Madison exclaimed, her flushed face beaming as she stared into Peaches' soft blue eyes. 

"But it's only eight. We have a long evening ahead." 

"Yeah, I know," Madison laughed, unsteadily holding onto her friend. "But I wanted a drink after seeing Nate and one led to another. Besides, now I feel good again. So that's that."

Peaches grinned as she brushed one of Madison's sweeping black bangs from her eye. "So that's that? Okay, babe. But maybe some black coffee wouldn't go amiss?"

"Pooh, fooey!" her friend grinned, leaning forward. Her trembling hand picked up her unfinished glass, but before she could take another drink Peaches had taken it from her.

The blonde placed it back on the table and looked intently into Madison's brown eyes. Giving a soft giggle, she pulled her into another hug. Madison always looked adorable when she was inebriated. 

"Black coffee," she said again, smoothing the black hair like a mother would. "You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk," Madison giggled, pulling her fluffy robe closer around her body. She didn't feel drunk, she felt happy. After Nate had left, she'd sat down on the couch watched some old movies. She always did that when she was feeling down. She'd only meant to take the one glass of red, but one had turned into another. Heck, she hadn't showered until Peaches had phoned her and told her they were going clubbing again. 

It would cheer her up, she'd suggested. She was right.

"Yes, you are," Peaches insisted, suddenly aware of how close they were. Their breasts were resting against one another and she was unable to resist stroking her hands around to Madison's cute butt. Apart from some skimpy panties, it felt like she was naked underneath the robe. "You always get morose when you're drunk," she breathed. "And horny."

"I'm horny now," Madison answered, sending a long, loud sigh around the room. She pushed away from her friend to flop down on the couch. It was suddenly an effort to stand. "But not morose. The bastard deserved what he got."

"Well," Peaches sighed, dropping down onto the couch next to her. She picked up a strand of Madison long black hair and curled it between her fingers. Before they went any further with the conversation, she had to admit to her part. She hadn't exactly been innocent in the whole thing? "I kind of started it..."

"You mean you gave in more quickly than I did?" Madison giggled, resting her head against the back of the couch and closing her eyes. "You always were a slut..."

The two girls giggled together. Peaches' eyes took in every feature on that beautiful face. Yesterday's kiss was still fresh in her mind. She leaned closer to those pouting lips. 

"They've wanted to do that for a long time," Madison continued, though her eyes remained closed. Her voice sounded sleepy, unsurprising after all the red wine. "I've never really had a problem with that, but I always thought they'd respect my feelings. Last night they didn't."

"You're really finished with Nate?" Peaches murmured, watching those lips. 

"Absolutely," Madison softly mumbled, opening her eyes as she felt her friend's hot breath on her cheek. "Hey..."

"Hey what?"

"I've seen that look before..."

"What look?" Peaches innocently asked. She dipped her head and licked her tongue across one of her friend's cheeks.

Madison let out a soft moan. "Your seduction look," she mumbled. Her body shivering as she savoured the sexy wet touch.

"Seduction look?" the blonde softly whispered, flicking that long tongue along the other cheek. "But you said you were horny..."

"I am." The words came out soft and throaty. "But I thought we were going clubbing?"

"We are, babe," Peaches confirmed. "Back to Goodfella's to look for those actors again. But not quite yet..."

Madison stared into the sexy eyes; they wanted to devour her. Her breathing was coming heavier now and it was impossible to control. She could feel her friend's fingers stroking along her bare leg under the robe. 

"Our taxi arrives in half an hour," Peaches softly murmured, running her tongue along the underside of Madison's chin. "Leon gave me a password to tell the bouncers. 'Black beauty'."

Madison's dissolved into a sexy fit of laughter. "Black beauty?"

"Yeah," Peaches giggled, nudging her friend's face with her own. "Think he was talking about his cock?"

They burst into laughter again. 

"Maybe that's what I need," Madison murmured, turning her head to meet Peaches' provocative gaze. "Some black cock."

"Maybe we both do," Peaches began. "Maybe that's what's in store tonight? But I think you need warming up first."

"Warming up...?"

The words had no sooner slithered out of her mouth than her voice came to a dead stop. This wasn't really going to happen, was it? After all this time? She knew it was the drink, and yet she badly needed some sort of comfort after her earlier conversation with Nate.

Slowly, gently, beautifully, she watched Peaches' warm lips close the distance between them. 

Madison kept her mouth closed, but it only took one flick from the probing tongue for her to allow it to pass between her lips. When her own wet tongue responded, she realised she was practically mauling the blonde's face as they kissed. She couldn't help herself. 

Her breath was threatening to stick in her throat as she felt Peaches' hand on the robe of her belt, pulling it free... 

"Fuck, look at those," the blonde murmured a second before she sank her mouth to Madison's voluptuous tits. Her pink lips sucked in one of the golden brown nipples as her knowing hand glided deliciously over the warm, sensitive flanks of her friend's inner thighs. With a feather-light touch, she rubbed the very tips of her fingers over the red lace protecting Madison's sex.

Feeling her friend begin to pant with arousal, she repeated the soft caress. They didn't have long, but it would be long enough for her to make her mark.

Madison felt a fever rise inside her as the wonderful fingers worked their magic. Her heart thumped in her chest. Involuntarily, she eased her curvy hips forwards and opened her long legs wider in encouragement. Sharp shivers of pleasure ran through her as those gentle fingertips found her clit and stroked the swollen bud through her wet thong. 

Her eyes opened to watch her friend sucking on her nipples. This felt like heaven...

Her hand moved to Peaches' forearm, urging her on. She adjusted her position to allow the blonde's fingers to slide down inside her thong, whimpering as the exquisite hand found the jutting bulb of her clitoris. The sucking mouth on her tits and the circular patterns of Peaches' fingers on her clit was already taking her close to orgasm. 

"Oh, God—"

"You like Peaches pleasuring you, babe?" the blonde asked, pulling her hand away for a moment and sliding her fingers upwards to Madison mouth. 

She licked eagerly, desperate to taste her own juices. "Oh, Peaches—" she grunted, her voice barely audible.

The blonde bit gently on Madison's nipple as she slid her hand back down to the Promised Land. Peaches stiffened two fingers and pushed them into her friend's soaking wet pussy. The half drunk woman's hips began to buck as she searched out the orgasm. When Peaches' thumb lightly strummed her clit, the brunette practically took off into space.

Even as the force of the orgasm began to subside, she could hear Peaches' distant voice whispering in her ear. "Tonight, after the club, we'll spend the night doing this properly. If my fingers can make you cum, just imagine what my tongue's going to do..."

***

Goodfella's was alive. 

The need to ply Madison with black coffee after their brief session on the sofa had resulted in the two women arriving later than they'd anticipated, but their concern over being allowed in had proven unfounded. Leon's password had not only seen them gain entry, but they'd been escorted to the dark alcove inhabited by the actor's group of friends and acquaintances.

It seemed the entire party consisted of sexy, beautiful young women, all determined to use their wiles to ingratiate themselves with the two black TV stars. Like any typical Saturday night at the club, drinks were flowing and it hadn't taken some of the female 'guests' to rather too obviously release their passions and inhibitions in front of the two men.

"Play it cool," Peaches had giggled at her friend when they'd joined the group.

It hadn't been that easy for Madison. The drinks they'd consumed had already negated the effect of the black coffee and the raw, pounding music was infusing the whole group with an intense sexual energy. Each girl seemed to be competing with one another other for Leon and Frankie's attention and the two men's leering eyes were taking in every provocative sexual movement. Not only were they flaunting themselves, but their states of undress seemed to be competitive. 

Eventually, the lack of attention the two women paid their hosts began to draw the two men to them. They began to ignore the other young women in their group and gravitate towards the two friends. As the smirking actor's made their way towards them, Peaches grabbed Madison's hand. "C'mon babe, time to dance."

The brunette frowned. "But..."

"No buts," Peaches told her, dragging the brunette onto the dance floor. "They'll follow. Just look at us. We're the hottest women here. 

It was true. Peaches' insistence that they dress similar again had paid dividends. The blonde was wearing a taupe bra with a plunging, open grey top and a short pink skirt. While Madison had been drinking black coffee, she'd chosen a dusky pink bra for her friend. It looked sensational, on show between the gaping front of her turquoise blouse and an equally short burgundy skirt.

"And remember," she told Madison as their hips quickly found the beat. "That cute Leon is mine."

It didn't take long for her prediction to be proven correct.

"Hey," Frankie grinned, moving in behind them. "It's the two hotties from the other night. Come back to see what you were missing, ladies?"

"Look at her," Peaches shouted, whirling closer to him. She nodded at Madison. "And tell me who's missing who..."

Catching Frankie's eye, the brunette swirled and twisted her curvy body, grinding her hips to the music. When she provocatively flicked up her short burgundy skirt, flashing her black thong, even Peaches was surprised. Even with the drink, she wasn't usually this uninhibited. 

The blonde protectively took a step between Frankie and her friend. The way the actor was almost drooling as he stared at Madison fabulous body was almost obscene. But then a hand was dragging her away and she turned into Leon's arms.

"Never mind them," the grinning man told her. "You and I are going to have some fun tonight."

Peaches glanced back at Madison as Leon pulled her close. Her friend was a big girl now and, despite the drink, could take care of herself. She locked her fingers around the black man's neck at the same time his hands found her buttocks "Fun?" she laughed into his ear as she ground herself against him. "Sounds interesting. And what exactly does that mean?"

He cockily raised an eyebrow. "Some more fun here," he told her. "Then we can head back to mine."

"We can head back to yours?" Peaches laughed, loving the feeling of their bodies merging together. "And what can we do back at yours that we can't do here?"

Leon's grip on her ass tightened. They weren't even pretending to dance now. Instead, their bodies lewdly ground into one another. "There'll be a party," he murmured. "You like parties, don't you?"

"Maybe," she teased, running her fingers through the back of his hair.

"More drink," he explained with a grin. "Maybe some weed. Then I can show you the bedroom."

"Bedroom? Oh, yeah?" she laughed. "Are you going to show me your etchings?"

"I'll show you anything you want, babe..."

"Maddy will have to come too," she teased. "We do everything together."

Leon flashed his white teeth at her. "That's okay. Frankie will be pissed, but it's been a while since I've had a threesome."

"Threesome?" Peaches purred, dropping one of her hands onto his chest and then sliding it down between their bodies. The way she traced the outline of his erection made him gasp. "On second thoughts, I think I want this black beauty all to myself..."

***

It had become a competition between Madison and Frankie. Neither of them spoke but their eyes remained on one another as their grinding hips and extravagant moves showed each other what was on offer. The deep throbbing of the hip-hop bass swelled around them as they competed with one another, and with the dancers around them. The stage-lights jumped in time with the beat, catching in the rotating disco ball above the dance floor. 

It eventually became like a mating ritual. Every time Frankie tried to close in again to rub himself against the tall brunette, Madison allowed his hands to wander for a few seconds before spinning away. She was lost in the sensation, oblivious to anyone else other than the two of them. Their 'game' was turning them both on...

She glanced around for Peaches but her friend had long since left the dance floor. She and Frankie must have been dancing for well over half an hour. The sweat was pouring from his brow and he pulled off the already loose tie. He arrogantly threw it away across the floor, as if he was discarding a sweet wrapper.

Then he was behind her, his large black hands unashamedly wrapping themselves around her thrusting breasts as they danced. She covered them with her own as if to move them but held them there. She could feel him thick and hard as he pumped against her, as though fucking her through his jeans. Her earlier words to Peaches came back unbidden. 

"Maybe that's what I need... some black cock."

"I need a drink," he eventually told her, taking her hand.

"Drink?" she laughed, provocatively glancing down at his groin. It surprised her how forward she felt. That kind of talk came naturally to Peaches. She was usually much more reserved. "Is that what you need?"

Frankie grinned back at her. "We both know what I need," he grunted, pulling her with him from the floor. His sweating face wore that arrogant expression again. "Seems to me like you need it too, honey..."

It took only a few seconds to reach the rest of his party. Some of the girls immediately flocked around him but he held Madison's hand tightly as he pushed his way through to a table at the rear. The ropes around it made it out of bounds to all but the two actors.

"What I want to know," he leered, picking up one of the glasses on the table. It looked like rum. "Are those tits real?"

Madison normally hated coarseness with men, but tonight it felt exciting to be spoken to in that way. Besides, the words matched his cocky attitude. She took the glass from him before he could raise it to his lips and took a sip. Heck—that was strong... 




Fifteen Minutes Ch. 02



"That's for me to know," she coyly told him, flicking her black hair back over one shoulder. The fact he was ignoring the other girls staring across at them and concentrating on her only made her arousal more acute.

"And for me to find out," he grunted, reaching for her.

Madison took a step back and shook her head. Her smile confirmed she was being playful. "Uh-uh. You think I'm that easy?"

Frankie grinned and nodded over her shoulder. "Looks like your friend is..."

She followed his gaze. Peaches was leaning back against the black wall, her arms around Leon's neck. His hands were under her top and he was grinding his body into hers. Occasionally, the orange spotlight flicked across them before moving on. The sight made her shiver. 

"She ain't as hot as you," he commented, raising his eyebrows when she switched her gaze back to him.

Madison took another drink and looked at him over the rim of her glass. Her other hand fell across her waist. "How do you know?"

His smile made her shiver again. It occurred to her that if—when—they had sex later, she would have been with three different men in successive nights. Then she'd be heading back home to spend the night with Peaches...

"I have an instinct for these things," he said, interrupting her thoughts.

Madison tried to shrug casually, but knew she was fooling neither of them. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, emphasising the full breasts that were proudly encased in the dusky pink bra. The way he stared at them made her moist. "Thank you," she lamely responded, wishing she could think of something cleverer to say. 

Frankie reached across and stroked her black hair. His soft touch sent a bolt of excitement right between her legs. "Want a pill?" he asked out of the blue.

She blinked as her voice caught in her throat. "What?"

"What do you think," he laughed. "Everyone here has had some, honey. Even your friend, I'd imagine."

"But you're an actor."

His laugh made her realise the crassness of her remark. Without asking again, he picked up one of the pills on the table. God, they were just lying there. How had she missed them? The hand on her hair pulled her head towards him while the other fed the small white tablet to her mouth. 

Even though she knew she shouldn't, her lips automatically opened. For a few seconds, she allowed the white Ecstasy tablet to sit on her tongue, staring at him like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Then she swallowed. If everyone imbibed, she should, too. The last thing she wanted was for the muscular actor to think she was uncool...

He nodded approvingly and leant for a kiss, pushing his slippery tongue into her mouth as he mashed her tits. At first she felt nothing other than the mouth on hers and the way his fingers tweaked her hard nipples through the material. 

"I guess they are real, after all," she heard him say as he pulled out of the steamy lip lock.

Madison thought that the sudden movement had made the drink go to her head. The thought of it being the drug didn't really occur to her. It felt like she was on a boat. Everything was swaying and the music that was still blasting across the club seemed louder. Even the strobe lights had taken on an altogether different hue. The colours were suddenly very bright, very beautiful.

"What do you think?" a voice was asking her. It was Frankie again.

"They're beautiful," she answered, blinking her eyes to adjust to the sudden changes.

"I know, but that's not what I meant," his voice told her. She felt him take her hand and place it something warm, thick and hard. It took her a few moments to realise that he'd unzipped himself. "Ever seen one that big?" he boasted. "Why don't you stroke it?" 

She stared down at his manhood. Everything was suddenly in slow motion. The dark crown was already glistening with pre-cum. She slowly reached out and instinctively smeared the clear, slippery liquid across the tip with her thumb.

"Oh, baby, yeah..." His hands went to her hair, tugging her head downwards. "Ever tasted black cock," he persuasively whispered. 

Madison closed her eyes for a few seconds. Lights were exploding behind her eyelids. He was helping her sink to her knees and that gave her some respite from her spinning head. When she felt his thick penis brush across her lips, instinct took over. She brushed away the long black locks that fell over her face and took him between her glossy red lips.

This was what she wanted...

Holding the base in her left hand, she began to suck as if her life depended on it. The swinging motion of the boat was still there, but she no longer cared. Her mouth had never felt so full. 

"Fuck, baby... steady..."

Steady wasn't in Madison vocabulary right then. Saliva dripped from her lips as she worked on him. She sucked down on him even faster and felt his cock twitch in her mouth. It felt wonderful.

"Wait..." he grunted, trying to pull her head from him. She was like a leech. One hand corkscrewed around the base while her other fondled his cum-laden balls. The way his body tensed confirmed what she already knew. When he exploded in her mouth, she gripped his testicles more tightly, coaxing every last drop from his balls into her throat.

Somewhere in the distance, Madison heard cheers and the sound of applause. Her head slowly turned to see that every action had been observed by the others in the party. She felt a swell of arousal rather than embarrassment course through her. 

Maybe she could do it again...

When Frankie grabbed her under the shoulders and yanked her to her feet, she smiled and waited for him to tell her how well she'd done. Instead, he'd grabbed a hand and was pulling her with him across the floor. "C'mon..."

"What... where are we going," she slurred, wondering where Peaches was but trying to keep her feet as she lurched after him.

"Outside," he grunted, without even turning to look at her. "You're going to get fucked..."

***

Discovery

Madison hadn't been able to understand how Frankie was able to drive. Surely he'd had too much to drink, not to mention the Ecstasy? But he'd told her he was okay and so that was fine with her. Besides, the BMW was impressive. A seven-series!

He'd told her that they were going to a party at Leon's house and that it was only a fifteen-minute drive away. That was just as well because she was burning with arousal.

She squeezed next to him in the passenger, one arm around his shoulder as he drove. He smelled so good. The taste of his cum lingered in her mouth. She'd wondered if his black cum would be that much different to Nate's but, other than being thicker, it tasted the same.

One hand stroked along his thigh as he drove, her eyes becoming more turned on as the bulge in his jeans began to grow with each touch. That was good. He was ready to go again.

"Fuck, you're an insatiable bitch," he grinned as she traced the outline of his erection through the material.

"Yeah," she agreed. He was right, and she loved that he was right. She loved being the insatiable bitch. She loved being the slut. Was that what Ecstasy did for you, she wondered?

He looked like he was doing his best to keep his eye on the road, but with each touch of her fingers, his cock grew and his attention wavered. Madison didn't care. All that mattered was that she had that black cock in her mouth again and the sooner the better. She leant across and grabbed his head, turning his face to hers and closing the gap between their mouths. She gave him a quick, fervent kiss, her open mouth threatening to consume his as she slid her tongue inside and began to unzip his jeans.

"Fuck," she heard him shout and suddenly the car seemed to be veering across the road. By the time she'd taken his wonderful black manhood between her lips again, he'd slammed on his breaks and parked by the side of whatever road they were driving on.

"Back," she heard him gasp, digging his hands into her hair and pulling her head upwards. She shook her head and tried to jam her mouth back down on him. Why stop now? "Back," he repeated, though this time his tone was louder. There was urgency in his voice as he opened the car door and began to exit. "Get in the back of the fucking car," he shouted.

Madison took a few moments to realise what he meant, but once she did she almost stumbled in her haste to join him. All she'd cared about was getting that long, thick cock inside her. As she pulled open the rear door and slid onto the back seat beside him, she bumped her head on the cream ceiling. He turned her to face away from him and dragged her across his body. His jeans and boxers were already around his knees.

Such was their frantic need that neither bothered to take her thong off. Reversing her down on him, Frankie simply dragged the material to one side and pulled her body down onto his needy weapon. It occurred to Madison as she slowly encased him in her velvet vice that both Nate and Ethan were still boys. This was a man. A real man.

His hands had already pulled her bra up to her neck and were caressing her thrusting swells as she settled on him. Her nipples were rock hard. When they eventually reached their destination, she'd get him to suck them. Lying back against his chest, her heart shaped ass gyrated in tight little circles in his lap like she imagined a lap dancer would.

When he began to groan, she leant forward in the car, easing her peachy ass upwards before slamming it back down on him again.

"Fuck, honey," Frankie gasped, redirecting his hands to her curvy hips in an attempt to regain some sort of control.

Madison clutched her magnificent swells, pulling on her golden brown nipples as she lost herself. Her adrenalin was feeding her overheated body. Arching her back, she could feel his black monster burrowing as deep into her sex as he could possibly go.

Resting her hands on the back of the seats in front of her and pushing back, her proud breasts danced erotically with each down thrust. Her black hair bounced across Frankie's face. His breathing was laboured now and so was hers. She was going to cum...  

Control changed in the split second her orgasm burst. Frankie felt her body tremble and began to slam her down against his legs. Her juices covered his cock.

"You like that," he grunted in her ear. "You like black dick?"

She tried to tell him she did, but as his monster burrowed deeper and deeper, penetrating as far as he could possibly go, the vibrating words stuck in her throat. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on and all she could manage was a series of whimpers. 

"Girls never forget it when Frankie's fucked them," he sneered, bouncing her down again.

Madison could understand why. Lights were exploding in her mind, even when she had her eyes open. They were moving across her vision. There was a yellow light, and then something blue shining behind it. Only, like the lights in the club, the blue was flashing. 

When the yellow light knocked on the window, she heard Frankie curse. He was pushing her off him but she wouldn't allow it, jamming herself back down on his cock again. There were more curses as his fingers dug painfully into her skin.

"Get off me, you stupid fucking bitch," his falsetto tones screamed. "It's the fucking police..."

***

"Your agent, I assume," Peaches quipped, her seductive voice floating across from the doorway of the en-suite bathroom. Freshly showered, she'd wrapped the Egyptian cotton towel around her body, loosely fastened between her perky breasts. Resting back against the door, one shapely leg extended, the towel hung sufficiently open for Leon's eyes to feast on the delights underneath.

Even in the low light of the bedroom, she looked like sex on legs.

The actor had been telling the truth when he'd said there'd be a party underway at his house, though he'd ignored the partygoers spilling around the place and immediately taken her upstairs. He'd just stripped down to his boxers when his mobile had rung and she'd taken the opportunity to freshen up while he was responding to whoever it was on the other end.

"It was Frankie," he told her, tapping the mobile on his teeth. For a moment, it looked as if he was going to tell her more, but then he dropped the phone onto the bedside table. "Says to tell you he got your friend home safely," he said.

Peaches sighed her relief. She felt guilty at leaving Madison at the club, and more so for switching her mobile off. She hadn't wanted to be disturbed at a time like this but had decided in the shower that she needed to call her friend, just to ensure she was okay. Fortunately, that was no longer necessary. She could concentrate on this gorgeous black stud.

"You know what that means?" she heard him ask.

"Do I?" the petite blonde responded, her teasing blue eyes locking onto the erection forming in his black boxers. "Remind me..."

"Sure," he answered, shooting her a cocky grin. With a deliberate swagger, he flopped onto the bed, cupping his hands around the back of his head as he lay on his back. His cock rose in his boxers like a pole holding up a tent. "See anything you like?" 

"Oh yes," she murmured as she sauntered sexily towards him. Even through the towel, he could see her nipples rise. Standing a couple of feet away, she unfastened and dropped the towel, pausing to allow his eyes full access her slender, athletic body. "What about you?"

His gaze covered her small perky breasts, devouring her deep pink nipples, before dropping past the diamond stud adorning her belly button to her smooth sex. He simply nodded in approval.

Crawling onto the bed and stopping between his legs, Peaches reached into his boxers, freeing the hard shaft. It looked even bigger in the light than it had during the taxi ride home. The outcome was the same. Without a word, she curled her hand around the thick girth and looked him in the eye. "You want an Peaches special?

His grin covered the whole of his face. "Yeah baby..."

With a sexy smile, she fed him between her lips, gagging slightly as the hard cock flesh brushed all sides of her mouth. God, he was thick. She tongued the crown of its head, taking her time to familiarise herself with his size and work out how to adjust her technique accordingly. 

"God..." she moaned, tearing her mouth away in a loud slurp. "You're big..."

"You better believe it, baby," Leon grunted, sliding a hand into her short blonde hair and dragging her back to his manhood.

Peaches' teasing eyes grinned up at him as she cupped his swollen balls. Without another word, she pushed a loose strand of hair away and returned to her task. This time she took even more of him between her bow like lips and his fingers tightened approvingly in her blonde locks. 

Ringing the base of the black cock with her free hand, she focused her mind on taking as much inside her mouth as she could. She worked on him slowly, his gripping fingers in her hair encouraging her further with each dip. The sound of his breath catching and quickening spurred her on and her hand corkscrewed around the base as she sucked.

"Yeah, baby," he grunted, staring down into the gleaming blue eyes she kept locked on his as her head bobbed along his shaft. 

Her nostrils flared as she sucked in air. Sucking Ethan was one thing, but pleasuring this black beauty was something else again. She marvelled at how sexy the dark throbbing veins were, the plush ridge of its head, his masculine musk, and especially at the way he kept himself completely shaven. His smoothness was like an aphrodisiac running through her veins.

"You like that, baby?" she asked, coming up for air again. A trail of saliva dangled from her mouth down onto the dark cockhead and she collected it into her palm and rubbed it into his hard flesh. When he moaned, she sucked him into her mouth again, squeezing the base with her fingers as she went back to work. Her short blonde hair fell forward over her face and she pushed it back with one hand while the other cradled his balls again. "Mmm, I see you do..."

***

It was the early hours of the morning—God knows what time—and Madison hadn't been able to sleep. Not a wink. She glanced around the cell for at least the hundredth time since they'd deposited her there. To say the small, cold room was basic was a misnomer. She'd given up lying on the small bed, if that's what you'd call the contraption, and sat on her hunkers with her back against the metal wall. She'd been that way for at least an hour, with her overtaxed mind repeatedly working through what had happened since she and Frankie had been discovered.

They'd been held at the scene for at least half an hour, though it had seemed much longer at the time. Thank God she wasn't in a state of undress. All that was required was for her to drag her bra back into place and adjust her black thong. Still, it had been humiliating...

The policemen had waited for a second squad car before taking them separately to the station. The two coppers with her hadn't said a great deal, but the amused expressions on their faces as they'd looked at her and then spoken to one another said volumes. 

No doubt the arrest made a welcome change from the more routine aspects of their job.

As bad as she felt for herself, she felt worse for Frankie. She'd have to prepare herself to face the consequences, and didn't even want to begin to think about what they would be. But for him, well, the whole of his acting career was at stake...

There'd been no sign of the actor once she'd arrived at the police station, and her requests to see him had fallen on deaf ears. No one would tell her a thing. It had taken at least another hour for the formalities—as the kindly old sergeant had referred to them—to be completed. 

Her belongings were taken from her, with every single item being meticulously recorded in the heavy book on the worse-for-wear desk in reception. The photographs came next, followed by fingerprints. It was only then that Madison began to realise the enormity of what was happening. Photographs and fingerprints—that made a person a real criminal, didn't it? 

Adding insult to injury, they'd taken a swab from her mouth. How would she explain away the Ecstasy?

It was only then that the old sergeant had patiently gone through everything, explaining exactly what was happening. The irony was that he was wasting his time. None of it had sunk in at the time and she certainly couldn't remember anything he'd told her now. It was as if her brain was stuck and she just wanted them to complete what they needed to do so she could go home.

Instead, they'd led her to the cell... 

When she was offered a phone call, she'd tried Peaches, but either her friend's mobile was switched off or she was in an area with no reception. Three back-to-back attempts had elicited no response and she knew how worried her friend would be for her. She shouldn't have just gone off with Frankie without telling Peaches what was happening.

It struck her that, after dumping Nate, there was no one else to call. Her dad would probably be shagging whoever it was he was going out with now and anyway, he'd hit the roof when he found out what had happened. That was one conversation she wasn't looking forward to. 

Then there was work. Despite the good impression she'd just created, Jay-Jay would be bound to let her go when news of this leaked out. It was probably that single thought above all others that prevented her from sleeping. Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! How could she have been so stupid?

She jumped in shock at the sound of the narrow gap in the door being slid open. A pair of partially bloodshot eyes stared through the small rectangular space. "You all right, Miss?"

Madison shook her head, but it made no difference to whoever it was on the other side.

"Better get some rest," he simply said.




Fifteen Minutes Ch. 02



She felt her heart pounding more quickly. Now that she had contact, she didn't want to let it go. "When can I leave?"

"In the morning, Miss. Once you're charged."

Charged? Oh fuck.

"Frankie..." she began. "Is he—"

The voice paid no attention to the question. "Like I said, you'd better get some rest. Just lie down and go to sleep. A few hours will make the world of difference to how you're feeling."

No it won't, she screamed to herself. Her world had just come crashing down and there was no way it could be repaired. The slate gap closed before she could speak again, as if the man on the other side was escaping from the conversation while he could. Conversation? That was a laugh. Other than taking a statement, no one was interested in talking to her. 

But then, she was a criminal, after all. 

With a sigh that came from the bottom of her heart, Madison glanced around the cold, depressing cell for the hundred and first time.

***

It was just as well that Peaches had told her parents she'd be sleeping over at Madison's flat. There wasn't the slightest chance that she could have arrived home at this hour. And in the state she was. Even another shower hadn't totally refreshed her. She shouldn't have split that joint with Leon. Or allowed him to feed her another Ecstasy tablet, though the effect on their fucking had been incredible. 

And that boy really knew how to use his black cock...

Making her way gingerly down the stairs, she could just imagine how shocked Madison would be when she turned up at her flat. What was it—five o'clock in the morning? She'd called her friend twice after showering but her phone was turned off. Probably asleep.

What amazed her was that music was still coming from one of the downstairs rooms, though there didn't seem to be any people around. And from in the room to her left, that was. Her mobile was already in her hand, ready to call a taxi. Except that she didn't quite know what her collection address was. Leon was flat on his back, snoring. There'd been no point in asking him.

Peaches took a few hesitant steps towards the noise she could hear. At first she'd thought the muted sound was talking, but as she approached the slightly ajar door, she realised they were moans. She told herself to leave it and just go. But she couldn't. Watching Madison and Nate fuck while she was doing the same with Ethan had always been a major turn on for her. If she was right about what was going on, here was an opportunity to watch strangers. 

The blonde's heart raced faster.

Her trembling fingers carefully eased the door a little wider and she peaked around the gap. It was a small study, adorned with bookcases around the walls and with just enough space for a computer desk and a chair. Peaches was sure she recognised the seated older guy from Old Oak Street. His bald head and stubble looked so familiar—didn't he own the fictional pub in the popular television series?

For a moment, the teenage girl kneeling on the floor pulled her head up and turned towards her. A drop of saliva hung from her sweet, pink lips. It was Leticia, the pub owner's on-screen daughter. Both were naked. 

Albeit fictional, the father and daughter vision in front of her sent a rush of adrenalin to Peaches' still moist sex. It wasn't a scene likely to be broadcast on TV.

"Hey, sweetie," the man grinned, taking advantage of the moment. He'd spotted her as soon as her head had peeked around the door. "You're a little overdressed. Why don't you get rid of those clothes and join us..." 

The eighteen-year old smiled lasciviously across at her as Peaches paused as if frozen in time. Keeping her wanton dark eyes trained on Peaches, she sensuously lowered her pink lips back to her on-screen father's manhood, impressively engulfing a good portion with her mouth.

Peaches' gaze flicked to the man and then back to the teenage girl. Her naked body looked sensational. The flawlessly tanned skin, peachy ass, full breasts and brown nipples reminded her of Madison. And there was something so sexy about the way the girl's flaxen blonde hair bounced as her mouth worked its magic.

Peaches shook with excitement as she watched the older actor's hands rubbing the girl's neck and back. Inside her taupe bra, her nipples hardened further. She knew that the last thing she should do was get involved, but every sense inside her was screaming to join them. 

"Want some, baby?" she heard a voice ask, and lowered her eyes to the teenage girl again. She'd slurped off the throbbing penis and was offering it to her. "Come on, Leticia likes to share..."

Fuck, Peaches thought. The girl was actually using her screen name. Was she going to tell her this was her father next? The thought brought a surge of wetness between Peaches' legs. Her heart began to beat even faster as her arousal deepened.

"Come on, baby," the girl enticingly whispered again, turning her body enough to flash the side of one of her firm breasts. She watched Peaches' gaze follow her movement and her dark eyes widened. "Or you can have these if you prefer," she grinned, cupping her thrusting tits. 

The man crooked a finger at her. "Come on sweetie, don't be shy."

Peaches wanted to leave but felt an overwhelming force guiding her as she took a step forward into the small room. She wordlessly sank to her knees beside the teenage girl. Leticia snaked a hand behind her head and insistently pulled her towards a kiss. Peaches didn't know what made her temporarily pause, but when the girl tightened her fingers in her short blonde locks and jerked their mouths together, she didn't resist.

"So sexy," she heard a male voice say from above them, and then the girl's lips had left hers and the hand behind her neck was leading her to the erect tower. "Suck my daddy," the soft teenage voice told her.

The words sent another shiver of arousal through Peaches. Recovering from her initial hesitation, she took the saliva-covered cock between her lips. Her hand gripped the bottom of his shaft as she went to work. He wasn't anything like as big as Leon, but there was something about this situation...

Varying the pace of her sucking, she swirled her tongue along his veiny underside, just the way she had upstairs with Leon. But just as she was beginning to warm to her task, she felt hands unfastening her bra. Fingers covered her perky breasts, homing in on her hard nipples. 

Then... oh God... The girl's wet lips had replaced her caressing fingers... 

When Leticia sucked one of Peaches' nipples into her mouth, a mini orgasm instantly consumed the blonde. For an instant she imagined she was in the TV show with them, sucking on the on-screen father's cock while his daughter pleasured her tits. She almost choked on his hardness as her mind's eye succumbed to the image of cameras recording every sexy second.

"Let's share," the girl said, her lips running around Peaches' ear now. Almost before she realised what was happening, Leticia was manoeuvring her wet tongue along one side of his hard manhood while Peaches licked along the other.

The man's fingers crept around both necks, caressing each woman's silken locks as the willing accomplices worked their double blowjob. As their tongues zigzagged up his shaft and across his swollen cock head, his grip on the backs of their necks tightened. Peaches opened her mouth as their lips met over top of his head and instantly she and Leticia were locked in another passionate kiss, their tongues doing to each other what they'd just been doing to his cock.

Both pairs of hands caressed one another's breasts as they eagerly devoured each other's mouths. This girl wasn't new to kissing. The small room was filled with the sounds of their slurps, moans and soft grunts as they concentrated on one another and ignored the man beside them. Only his roughly jerking fingers in their hair brought them back to their original task.

"Take care of daddy," he croaked, his voice thick from the sight he'd just witnessed. "Then daddy's two girls can take care of themselves..."

Peaches felt her saliva deliciously mingle with the precum that she and Leticia teased from his dark crown as he dragged her head back to his shaft. Her tongue and lips spread it along his hardness, bumping into Leticia's every so often in the erotically charged atmosphere of the small study. 

The teenage girl's wet mouth engulfed the throbbing shaft, her smiling eyes on Peaches as her hand stroked his balls. When more pre-cum formed on the tip of his cock, she lewdly lapped it off. When his moan told them he was close, the teenager kissed Peaches again as she slithered away. 

"Want to finish my daddy off?" she whispered.

Peaches didn't need a second asking. Swallowing the hard cock again, it took only three long sucks to race him over the edge. Her hands went to the base of his cock, steadying him as he erupted. She grunted with the first blast of cum down her throat, but then her attention was diverted by a pair of hands dragging her thong from under her skirt. The second burst of pearly man-juice splashed across her cheek as she felt a tongue slither along her glistening folds.

She glanced down. Leticia was already prone on the floor, her mouth and tongue tracing patterns along Peaches' wet folds. Oh fuck! Another jet landed across her closed eye. Mewing like a contented kitten, she widened her legs as her mouth instinctively found the thick shaft again to suck in the remaining spurts. 

The teenage girl's hands were around her body now, gripping her tight ass and pulling her down as she sought out the love juices that Peaches was ready to share. It didn't take long...

***

The short distance from the cell to the reception was the longest walk of Madison's life. The policeman's boots clattered on the floor as she followed him along the thin corridor, and the sound reverberated around her head. An awful feeling of claustrophobia closed in. Her lack of sleep didn't help, though she didn't feel tired. It was as if she was undergoing an out of body experience. 

Perhaps it was the effect of all the drink? Or the small white tablet...

"What happens next?" she asked, choking back a tear as she was deposited in the reception area. She wasn't going to let them see her cry.

"You're being charged, my dear." It was a familiar voice. The same kindly Sergeant was on duty again. His big eyes smiled at her and his tone was almost apologetic. It was the first hint of compassion she'd felt since her arrest. 

She tried to smile at him, but couldn't quite meet his eyes. "What... what with?"

His eyebrows shot up as he rested his palms on the desk in front of him. "You're being charged with indecent exposure, my dear. What did you think?"

Madison tried to give a casual shrug, but knew she wasn't fooling anyone. The blush spreading across her face was proof enough of her embarrassment. Thoughts of explaining what had happened to her father, and then to Jay-Jay Kazan, were like lead weights attaching themselves to her mind. A tiny part of her had hoped she'd simply be given a caution and then set free. Weren't there enough real criminals for the police to be chasing? What harm had she done?

"Is... is that all?" she croaked.

"All? What else was on your mind?" 

She stared at her feet. Did that mean they weren't taking any action on the Ecstasy in her system? Or hadn't they found any traces? It wasn't a question she could pose, of course. "Not a thing," she mumbled, taking a couple of deep breaths to compose herself. The sudden weakness in her legs made her reach for the edge of the desk. It provided some extra support.

"Are you okay, my dear?" he asked. There was that concern in his voice again. He was old enough to be her father, but her father didn't have any compassion in his soul.

She nodded again, holding back the tears that were desperate to escape. 

"Let's return the things we took from you last night," the Sergeant told her, as if that would make her feel better. He fixed his wire-rimmed reading glasses in place and opened the heavy book beside him. He called out each item, waiting until Madison nodded before ticking them off. "Just sign here, my dear."

Scribbling her signature, Madison instantly switched on her mobile phone and fired off a text to Peaches. Her hands were trembling so much she could hardly work the small buttons.

"What happens next..." she began to ask the Sergeant, but the question trailed away. Frankie Dennis had just emerged from the male cells and was sharing a joke with a tall policeman and a smooth looking man in a suit. The black actor's face changed when he saw her. The pleased-to-see-you look died on Madison's face as his unwelcoming scowl hit her smack between the eyes. 

Marching across the room, he took Madison's arm and pulled her across into the far corner of the reception area. His fingers hurt her forearm as they dug into her skin. 

"What?" she asked again, trying to pull her arm away. His grip tightened.

"Let's get one thing straight, sweetheart," he snarled. "You don't know me. We never met. We weren't at Goodfellow's together. I'll have lots of witnesses confirming I was somewhere else."

"But..."

"No fucking buts," he hissed, shooting a glance over his shoulder to see if the conversation was being overheard. His eyes were wild, almost menacing. When his mouth tightened further, he lowered his voice. "This is my career and marriage on the line. Understand?"

"Marriage? You're married...?"

He held up his left hand, showing her the thick gold band. "What the fuck do you think this is then? Didn't you see it last night?" 

She felt her mouth go dry. "No... I—"

"Of course you fucking didn't, you slag," he snarled, saliva spitting from his mouth and onto her cheek. "That's because we weren't with each other last night."

Slag? How dare he? All he had to do was talk reasonably to her and she would agree anything to help him. She felt confused, hurt and sick all at once...

"Listen," he rasped, moving a menacing step closer. "And listen good, whatever your fucking name is. If you say a word about this to the press, my lawyer will be all over you." He nodded across at the smooth looking man in the suit who was watching them closely. From the frown on his brow, it looked like he wanted to intervene but that something was stopping him. "Then you'll end up back here again. But for a much longer stay, next time."

Whatever her name was? End up in jail? Her head struggled to take in the whole situation. How could he be such a shit with her? After what they'd done? She stared back at him, her face blank. 

"After all," he spat, his finger pointing aggressively at her to emphasise his final point. "I'm not the one being charged!" With an acerbic grin at the look of shock on her face, he turned on his heels and swaggered back towards his lawyer.

Madison took a deep breath to shake off her nerves. What the fuck did he mean, he wasn't being charged? She gritted her teeth. He was going to get away scot free? What about her? Her anxious brown eyes travelled the spectrum of emotion from horrified to fearful to disgust. The bastard...

She glanced down at the message that had just come through on her phone. It was Peaches answering her earlier text. She'd be there in ten minutes to pick her up. 

"You okay, my dear?" 

Madison glanced up to see that the Sergeant had moved out from behind the desk and was halfway towards her. The other policeman had all disappeared. "He said he wasn't being charged," she said, aware that the words weren't much more than a whisper.

He shrugged. "I can't comment on that," he told her, his grey eyes giving nothing away. "Look, you need to get yourself home, my dear. Want me to order you a taxi?"

She took a deep breath and shook her head. If anything, she was more confused now than ever. "No... thanks... my friend is on her way to get me..."

The Sergeant smiled and gently took her arm. His touch was much more comforting than Frankie's. Her skin still hurt from where the bastard had dug his fingers in. "Come on," he told her. "A little fresh air will help."

It did. Despite the early hour, it felt warm outside. For the first time, Madison self consciously realised she was still in her outfit from last night. What must she look like, standing there with het tits hanging out of her bra? Quickly buttoning up the buttons on her turquoise blouse, she felt safer, less exposed.

The Sergeant stood with her for a full five minutes, although they didn't speak again. Madison couldn't decide whether he was concerned for her welfare or making sure she left the grounds. Whichever it was, she was grateful he stayed with her until Peaches arrived. After Frankie's diatribe, she felt out of harm's way with him there. 

When the taxi arrived and Peaches rushed over to her, she realised in amazement that her friend remained in last night's clothes, too. Her puzzled frown asked the question.

"Long story," the blonde told her with a shrug. "But then I guess you have one, too?"

Madison held back her tears until they were safely in the back of the taxi, and it was heading for her flat. Then she couldn't stop them...

The Sergeant waited until the taxi drove away before reaching into his breast pocket. Pulling out his mobile phone, he soon found the number he wanted. "Sammy?" he asked, turning away from the entrance to the station and wandering a few feet along the path. There was no one else around, but experience told him not to take any risks when speaking to a leading national newspaper. "I have a story for you. Usual fee?"



Fifteen Minutes Ch. 03



CHAPTER THREE – CONSEQUENCES

The gutter press

Sammy Ferris pulled the brim of his hat further down across his narrow eyes as he stood nonchalantly opposite the block of flats. This was where he loved to be, in the thick of the action. Not that there actually was any action as yet. But he'd be ready when it came his way. 

He likened himself to one of the newspaper hacks from yesteryear. Or rather, his approach was styled on one of the private eye's he'd seen at the movies. Sam Spade. Bogart always was his favourite. How many times had the overweight tabloid writer seen The Maltese Falcon?

That was why he wore a trench coat, exactly as his hero had. It matched his wide brimmed hat. He even smoked like Sam Spade. That was one of the reasons he enjoyed becoming personally involved in his work. In his world, there weren't newspaper stories to be written by Sammy Ferris. They were cases to be cracked by Sam Spade.

Robbie Macpherson was one of a few police officers he paid for information and the old Sergeant had certainly come up trumps this time. It appeared that Frankie Dennis, aka Wilson Mitchell from Old Oak Street, had been caught on the job in the back of his car. The stupid sod was less than ten minutes from his home and it appeared he couldn't wait to get his rocks off. 

That didn't surprise Sammy Ferris, just as it wouldn't have fazed Sam Spade.

These cocky kids who shot to stardom from nowhere thought they could get away with just about anything. And in this case, had it not been for Sergeant Robbie Macpherson, he might have done just that. It seemed that no charges were being made against the young actor because of the connections his smooth-assed lawyer had with those in high places.

Sammy pulled the trench coat more tightly around him and snorted. It pissed him off that the so called big-shots thought they could get away with it. They couldn't. Sam Spade would never have allowed that and neither was he. It wasn't the only thing that pissed him off, of course. 

The broadsheets looked down their noses at the likes of Sammy. The gutter press was how the snooty journalists referred to tabloid reporters. Brought them all a bad name, they sneered. Well, how many of the high-and-mighty tabloid hacks broke stories like this? Stories that were in the public interest and which uncovered truths that the rich and famous tried to hide?

Their superior attitude made him sick.

So did people like Frankie Dennis. Thought they were celebrities, did they? That such a status brought them some kind of privileges? The official police line would be, as usual, that there was insufficient evidence to charge the star. That way, they could release him and protect their precious backs, too. Well, tell that to the girl involved. She was a slag, of course, they always were. As much as it went against the grain for Sammy to give her any sort of notoriety, it was a necessary evil if he was to expose people like the cocky black actor.

And sell a few million extra copies of his paper in the process...

***

Madison fidgeted in her chair, sipping at her hot drink. That was typical Peaches—making black coffee was her initial reaction to any mishap. Except this wasn't a mishap. The events of the previous night had replayed themselves over and over in her mind as she'd told her friend everything that had happened. The explanation had brought even more tears. 

In the confines of her own flat, she'd initially felt safer, more secure. But as she'd recounted the story, all her insecurities resurfaced. It wasn't what had happened that was so much on her mind—though if she closed her eyes she could still see Frankie's face spitting venom at her in the police station—it was the lies and the ramifications.

How could someone married behave in such a way? And according to the magazines that Peaches had produced, he had kids, too. He was described as a 'family man'. That was a laugh! A family man who fucked around and introduced his conquests to drugs! The bastard...

"Hey," Peaches' positive voice interrupted. 

Madison looked across at her friend next to her on the couch. She'd been so lost in her thoughts that her mind had drifted off again. Peaches' brow was knotted with concern and her blue eyes were sending wave after wave of sympathy towards her. Tears formed again. The world was horrible. She just had no idea how to deal with all this.

"Tell me again about your night," she said, trying to focus on anything except her own reality.

Peaches' face twisted. "My night doesn't matter..."

Madison grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. The way things were panning out, it felt like the warm contact was about the only support she was likely to get. "You spent the night with Leon?"

The blonde shook her head, as if what she'd experienced was superfluous. "Really, Maddy..."

"Please!" the distraught girl pleaded. "Give me something to take my mind off what's happened, if only for a few seconds. You went back to Leon's? I tried to call you..."

The guilt washed over the blonde. "I know I know, and I'm so sorry. Leon said that Frankie had phoned to tell him you were safely home and—"

"That doesn't matter," Madison sighed. What could Peaches have done, anyway, other than provide some sympathy? "You fucked him how many times?"

Peaches reluctantly smiled. "God knows, Maddy. All I know is that he took me in just about every position imaginable. And a couple that even I'd never thought of..."

The brunette pulled her black hair back behind her head into a perky ponytail as she gave a soft chuckle. "I didn't think there were any positions you were unfamiliar with," she joked.

Peaches released a giggle. "Yeah, me too. I can't wait to..." She trailed off. Telling Madison she couldn't wait to try them out with Ethan wasn't the best idea in the circumstances. She checked her friend's face for a reaction but she hadn't seemed to notice. The look in her eyes was distant again. "You okay?" she asked.

Madison nodded forlornly. Her own situation just wouldn't leave her mind. The warm shower she'd taken immediately on returning to the flat should have refreshed her, but all it had done was wash off the grim reality of her overnight stay in that horrible cell. As well as removing all traces of that bastard, Frankie. She'd already balled up her outfit and deposited each garment in her outside bin. 

To hell with the cost, they were clothes she never, ever wanted to see again.

"And after you'd finished with Leon," she said, trying to return to their conversation again—anything to take her mind off her own horror. "You fucked half the cast of Old Oak Street..."

Both girls laughed. It seemed to help.

"Not all them," Peaches joked, stroking her friend's soft cheek. "Only the father and daughter. I do the rest of the main characters next weekend." 

"I might join you," Madison responded, but the thought made her bury her head in her hands again. "Oh God, Peaches. What's going to happen to me?"

It took a few seconds for the blonde to rush to the kitchen and return with two half-full glasses. "I know," she said, handing Madison one of the whiskies. "I said black coffee would help and we've both had way too much to drink over the last twenty four hours. But this is for medicinal purposes. Get it down you."

Madison took a sip as she watched her friend swallow a mouthful. Peaches seemed to be feeling this as much as she was. She had to admit that the warmth the liquor created as it slid down her insides helped. Reminded her a little of the way Frankie's cum had felt as she'd sucked it into her throat at the club! Why the fuck had Nate and Ethan betrayed her? If they'd behaved themselves, instead of allowing their sordid fantasies to take over, she wouldn't be in this position.

"The bastards!" she spat out, feeling her hairs on the back of her neck rise as she took another sip.

"Absolutely," Peaches agreed, sending her a sympathetic expression. "That Frankie—"

"Not him," Madison snapped. "Nate and Ethan."

Peaches felt a surge of embarrassment hit her face. The same thought that was apparently occurring to her friend had already run through her mind. She couldn't help but feel some responsibility.

"If they hadn't..." Madison continued, but then tailed off. What was the point? 

Peaches took a long drink and then crushed her friend to her in a motherly hug. "I'm so sorry..." she whispered as the brunette began to sob again.

"Can you imagine how my dad will react?" Madison asked. She pulled out of the hug and took another drink, before staring into space like a zombie.

Peaches felt a shiver pass through her. She knew exactly how Mr. Cooper would react and it wouldn't be supportive. The way he'd treated Madison over the years had been nothing short of disgraceful. Even since the two girls had met, Peaches had sympathised with what her young friend had had to put up with. Yet she'd handled it all so well...

"Even more important, what they'll say at work?" Madison continued, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. "If I lose my job, I can't afford the rent on this place. Then what the fuck am I going to do? Where will I live?"

Peaches shook her head, searching for words of comfort. Something Madison had told her earlier made her think that maybe this wasn't all as cut and dried as they both feared? "What I'm thinking," she slowly said, "is this. You said Frankie told you he wasn't going to be charged. That's grossly unfair. But maybe it's a blessing in disguise?"

"Blessing?" Madison bloodshot eyes were wide. It even looked like she might strike her friend.

Peaches immediately regretted her clumsy phrasing, and softened her voice as she continued. "Think about it. If he isn't, there's unlikely to be any publicity. Unless you're unlucky, no-one will know. Not your dad, your work or anyone else."

She could practically see the weight on her friend's shoulders peel away. It was as if she'd thrown her a lifeline. When Madison looked at her with those large, brown eyes, they were filled with genuine hope. "You think so? Really?"

Peaches nodded as she clutched the brunette's still trembling hands. "I'd say it was very likely," she told her, even though she realised she was clutching at straws. "This sort of thing must happen all the time and anyway, who's interested in a little girl from Newtown?"

***

The thing that set him apart from every other journalist, Sammy Ferris told himself, was few others would actually get off their fat asses when they received information like this. Within half an hour of receiving Sergeant Robbie Macpherson's telephone call, he was on the scene. 

Sam Spade would have been fucking proud of him...

Pulling a small mirror out from the inside pocket of his trench coat, he carefully inspected the angle of his hat. It was so difficult to get just right and he prided himself on his fastidiousness. He adjusted the brim three times before he was satisfied and then slipped the mirror back into place. The trench coat was easier. Check the buttons and the belt, then pull it tighter, and the job was done. If you were going to look the part, do it properly.

Okay, the parcel he'd hidden under the coat had spoilt the perfect effect he was looking for. But the concealed spoils of war were worth their weight in gold.

Reaching into one of the outside pockets, he produced a packet of cigarettes and a thin box of matches. Tapping the pack on the back of his hand, just like they did in the movies, he extracted a cigarette. It took three attempts to light it but eventually, cupping his hands and turning away from the slight breeze, he was successful.

For a few moments he observed the bright orange tip before slipping the cigarette into the corner of his mouth. A single drag sent smoke spiralling skywards.

Yes, Sammy, he told himself, you are one smart cookie...

Had he not been astute enough to hurry across to the woman's block of flats, he wouldn't have known to check her bin. Fuck, he wouldn't have even known which bin was hers. Okay, he'd hurried there in the vain hope that he might be able to intercept her on her arrival, but things had worked out much, much better.

From Macpherson's description of the girl, there'd been no doubt that the brunette who'd stomped out of the flats was Madison Cooper. He hadn't known what the contents of the plastic bag were that she'd angrily thrown into the rubbish bin. 

But previous experience suggested he might have hit paydirt...

He'd waited a few minutes before casually sauntering across the road from his position in the corner of the bus shelter. The trick was to remain inconspicuous. 

Glancing around a couple of times, his heart had begun to beat faster as he'd furtively opened the bin. Even before he'd retrieved the carrier bag, he could see the clothes inside. A few seconds later, he'd liberated his prize and nonchalantly returned to the bus shelter. A quick examination confirmed that items matched Sergeant's Robbie Macpherson description.

Ferris patted the findings secured inside his trench coat and congratulated himself. There wasn't any doubt in his mind that her clothes would have semen stains on them. They always did. 

***

"I can't sleep," Madison complained. 

Peaches' suggestion of a quick nap had seemed sensible, especially after the nights they'd both had. Neither woman had managed much rest last night, albeit for different reasons. But try as she might, sleep just wouldn't come. 

"Me neither," Peaches softly answered. She pushed up onto her elbows and glanced across at the other single bed. Like her, Madison had stripped to her underwear for the nap. Her friend's voluptuous, honey-tanned body was a sexy sight in that vivid red. How could she be feeling horny again after her escapades at Leon's house?

"I'm never going to drink alcohol ever again," Madison sighed, rubbing her eyes.

"Me, too," Peaches laughed, reaching for her glass of water and passing it between them. "Plenty of fluid, that's the answer." Jumping up, she swung her body onto Madison's bed, settling behind her friend. "Move across and let me rub your shoulders. Take some of that tension away."

The brunette gulped at the water as Peaches' fingers dug into her skin. "God, that's good."

"I've always been good with my hands," her friend giggled, unfastening the hook at the back of Madison's bra before her friend could stop her. The opportunity to touch that fabulous body was too good to resist. Maybe they could pick up from yesterday?

"Hey..." Madison objected, twisting her head around. She held the front of the bra to her breasts as Peaches pulled the straps from her shoulders.

"Don't be shy," Peaches cooed, dragging the red top away from the clutching fingers. She dropped it over the side of the bed. "These tits look like they need some attention, too."

"Oh no, you don't," Madison murmured, covering her breasts with her arms. "After what I've gone through last night, I'm definitely not in the mood for any hanky panky."

"Hanky panky?" mocked Peaches, dropping her chin onto her friend's shoulder. "Is that what the posh birds go in for?"

The two girls laughing eyes found each other's. "That's me," Madison grinned. "A posh bird."

"Well, posh bird," Peaches murmured, kissing her friend's shoulder. She took hold of the protecting hands and pulled them away from Madison's swells. "Give them up...

"Peaches!" the brunette warned, though it sounded like a token protest. 

"What, baby?" the grinning girl asked, rubbing her own warm bra-covered breasts into Madison's back. The way their warm bodies rubbed against one another during their brief struggle had increased her excitement and her friend's soft moan suggested the brunette was feeling it, too. She slid her hands around her friend's waist and upwards onto the undersides of her breasts. "Doesn't this feel good?" she murmured, cupping them.

"I never want to be with a man again," Madison murmured. Her voice was thick with arousal.

Peaches smiled knowingly and kissed her neck. "I understand, baby," she whispered into her ear. Her hands cupped Madison's swells and rotated the golden brown nipples in her palms. "But who needs men when we have each other?"

The brunette turned her head to look imploringly at Peaches. It was as if the events of the last twenty-four hours had caught up with her. She needed comfort. And she had to find a way of releasing the tension inside. "Love me," she simply said.

Peaches felt the swell of arousal reach the tips of her toes. After all this time, Madison was giving herself to her. She closed her mouth over those glossy red lips. Her tongue pushed inside. They kissed for a long while, softly at first and then more frantically. Their mouths were wet and alive and made for one another. All the while, Peaches' soft hands continued to caress those thrusting tits that she loved so much. 

"Lie down," she encouraged when Madison whimpers of delight increased in volume. She smiled into the aroused, deep brown eyes and gently eased her friend back on the bed. "I'll make you feel much better..."

It surprised Peaches how easily her friend complied. They'd both enjoyed little moments of sexual teasing over the years, and while she'd always been prepared to go that one step further, Madison hadn't. She'd thought she never would. And yet here, right now, the beautiful brunette was allowing Peaches to guide her back onto the mattress. 

Each action was slow, calculated, as if the blonde was concerned that any sudden movement might break the spell. She smiled encouragingly into those wide brown eyes as she dipped her head for another soft kiss. Tipping her head to one side, she provocatively flicked her tongue across that sexy mouth. She curled it along Madison's lips, encouraging her friend to take it inside again. All the while her soft hands ran across the tanned skin, caressing her breasts, nipples, flat stomach and ever so gently easing those long legs apart. 

Madison eyes closed. "Oh, Peaches..."

The blonde adjusted position to slide a leg between her thighs. When she rotated it harder against Madison's pussy, her friend couldn't help herself. Her thighs widened. Her hands found their way under Peaches' panties to her athletic ass, pulling her more tightly into the embrace. 

"Yes, baby..." Peaches whispered into her ear. Her tongue danced around Madison's earlobe as she pressed harder, increasing the compelling pressure. Now it was here, she wasn't going to let the moment escape. "You want Peaches to make you feel good?"

Her friend didn't speak, but responded by pushing her body upwards. Her hips moved in circular motions against Peaches' thigh, seeking and finding the magical sensations on her clit. 

"Tell me," Peaches whispered again, pulling her leg away. She began to kiss down that fabulous body, maintaining eye contact as she went. When she swirled her long tongue around Madison's nipple, her friend's body jumped at the jolt. 

"Oh God!" 

The blonde grinned wickedly. Her friend was widening her legs and gripping Peaches' short hair. She was hers, now...

She licked down the brunette's flat stomach, leaving a light trail of saliva behind her. When her mouth reached the top of Madison red panties, she grasped each side of the skimpy garment and dragged them downwards. There was no objection and she hadn't expected any. Settling comfortably between her friend's thighs, her own arousal grew even further at the sight of the baby-smooth skin and glistening lips.

She blew across the clean-shaven sex. Madison had always been so reserved with her and yet here she was, begging for it. The blonde gripped Madison's ankles and held them apart, as if it was a final, confirmatory act of what was about to happen. Holding them wide, she provocatively flicked her tongue into empty air—a sign of things to come. 




Fifteen Minutes Ch. 03



Madison whimpered.

Their gazes locked as her lips slowly descended. She licked along the tanned inner thighs to begin with, feeling the body underneath her shudder as her mouth closed in on its goal. Madison's huge brown eyes stared down, as if she was savouring every movement. Peaches' teasing blue eyes sparkled upwards as she lapped the full length of her friend's downy opening. 

Madison's long groan was intoxicating. "Oh, fuckkkkkkkkkkkk..."

Tightening her grip around her friend's ankles, Peaches widened her legs as far as she could. Staring upwards, she licked her lips, allowing Madison to see that she was savouring the tangy taste. The wantonness of the action made the brunette moan. 

Flicking her tongue across the silky folds, Peaches went to work. She was as gentle as she could be, using just the tip of her tongue to start with in teasing feather-light touches. Her friend's body shuddered as she drew little circles around her slippery clit. Her hips involuntarily lifted up from the sheets as Peaches' tongue probed more deeply.

She varied her technique, sometimes licking the length of her wet labial lips and occasionally pushing her tongue inside, but always ending by circling the sensitive clit that was begging for attention. Madison's eyes were no longer focusing. They were rolling around in her head. Her body was moving involuntarily now, her hips rotating against the pleasuring mouth.

"Fuck, Peaches..." The words came through gritted teeth. "Don't stop..."

Peaches felt a surge between her own thighs. This was such a turn-on!

Her hands left Madison's ankles to allow her to slip a finger, then a second, inside her captive. She gently twisted them as she built up the pressure. This was an orgasm she wanted her friend to remember forever. Her hand and mouth worked in unison. She curled her fingers and lapped softly, ramping the sexual tension to fever pitch... 

When she located and caressed her g-spot, Madison lost control. Her body twisted, bounced and undulated. She began to curse, begging for more, telling Peaches to never stop. Her hands gripped the blonde hair so tightly she threatened to pull it out by the roots.

Peaches' other hand ran along the crevice underneath Madison's frantically pumping buttocks. Her fingers found her friend's anal opening, just as Leticia had done to her last night. 

Madison began to tremble. "No..." she grunted, and then screamed the word. "No!!!" 

She was too late. When Peaches teasingly rimmed the opening and rammed a finger inside, the brunette went off like a firecracker...

***

Sammy Ferris lodged the cigarette in the corner of his mouth as he took the call. Sam Spade, his fictional hero, could smoke and talk at the same time. So could he. 

"Tiny?" he said, in a thick Bogart like growl. Tiny Johnson was the best goddamn ferret in the business. And he was trustworthy. There wasn't a chance of the little man allowing anyone else to pick up on the story and steal Sammy's thunder. That's why he was using him.

"Are you still there, Sammy?"

"Am I still here?" The question was almost an insult. "Tiny, I've been here for three hours. My balls are freezing. I've kept calling you. Where've you been?"

"The Chief has had me helping Spading out. And I couldn't tell him I wasn't fawkin' able to, could I? 'Cos he would have asked why and—"

"Yeah, yeah," Sammy cut him off. That was the thing with Tiny. He could go on for hours. "Well, I've got you now and I'm a happy man. Want to know why?"

"Why, Sammy?"

Ferris took a sly drag from the cigarette and glanced at the approaching bus. He knew the schedule better than the people who lived in the vicinity. Stepping back into the shadows, he allowed the vehicle to continue interrupted on its journey before continuing the conversation.

"I hit pay dirt, Tiny. I have the clothes she wore last night..."

"Fawk! You're kidding me! You've spoken to her? She gave you her fawkin—"

"There are ways and means if you know how to go about it," Ferris said mysteriously. "We haven't made contact yet, that's why I've been calling you. I need you to get your ass into gear..."

Johnson's voice picked up. "Don't worry, I've already got the wheels rolling. All the checks are in place, Sammy, just like you wanted. Within a few days we should have the lot. Her phone records, credit card receipts, medical and dental records. Thanks to the fawkin' wonders of modern technology..."

Ferris joined in the little man's laughter. "Good job. Anything you turn up, I want to know immediately, right?"

"For fawk's sake I know that, Sammy," Johnson's squeaky voice sighed. "I'm a professional, you know."

Ferris's grin widened. That was another one of Tiny Johnson's sayings. The word was he'd cribbed it from a male cleaner some years ago. He growled in true Sam Spade fashion. "Okay, listen, Tiny. I want a photographer down here, tout de suite. And a runner to collect the clothes. I need them examined for you know what..."

"Evidence," Johnson chuckled.

"Yeah, evidence." Ferris laughed, taking another drag. "Get a freelance photographer, but someone who can be trusted to keep schtum. We can't use Jackson or Smith as we'll be here a while. I don't want the Chief asking what they're up to." That was always the way with Buster Martin. He wanted to know what everybody was up to. "You got the address?"

"Of course."

Sammy ignored the condescension in his little ferret's voice. An elderly couple were making their way towards the bus shelter. "I've gotta go, Tiny. Get someone down here as quick as you can. As soon as our young lady emerges again, I want as many photos as we can. That'll spark her into giving us some quotes. It always does..."

Ending the call, he sent a friendly nod to the couple as they entered the shelter. His eyes flickered back across the road towards the apartments. Get them off guard—that was the secret. The teenage girl would be no match for his experience. 

***

Madison carried two mugs of tea across the room from the kitchen and plonked them down on the small table next to Peaches. Her body was still tingling. She'd amazed herself. 

Peaches had always been sexually playful with her and although she'd enjoyed the teasing, she'd never really been tempted to go any further. Women just weren't her thing. That's what she'd kept telling Peaches. Yet with each teasing kiss or hug, she had to admit she had been wondering. On reflection, it had only been a matter of time before the dam broke...

Quite why that time was now, she wasn't sure. Maybe it was because she felt all alone in the world? Or possibly it was because she needed to release some of the clawing tension that inhabited her system after the shock of being discovered by the police? Spending the night in that horrible cell and then being confronted by Frankie this morning had been horrendous.

Whatever the reason, she had no regrets. 

Peaches had been as stunning a lover as she'd known she would be. Some of the things she'd seen her do with Ethan had been so sexy they had even got her juices flowing from just watching. Now she knew what it was like to be on the receiving end. It had been incredible!

"Thanks, babe," Peaches grinned. "Well, what does it feel like?"

"Feel like?"

"Knowing you're official bi," she said, throwing her head back in a delicious giggle. "After all, it's taken long enough to get you to that point. You could at least thank me..."

"I thought I just had," Madison laughed, plonking herself down beside her friend. "In the shower."

Peaches shifted on the couch, crossing her legs under her. Madison felt a soft heat run through her as the blonde's right hand strayed along her thigh. 

"You did," Peaches told her with a wicked smile. "Want to thank me again?"

Madison felt her pulse quicken. She'd astounded herself by taking the initiative in the shower, pinning her friend against the wall and finger fucking her while sucking on her delectable nipples. She couldn't believe how good that had been. She'd even had a mini orgasm herself just from the feel of Peaches' pussy and the sound of her moans. 

"Yes," she said, giggling at the surprised look in Peaches' eyes. "But maybe later..."

"You little tease," Peaches laughed, her fingers dancing higher. 

Madison couldn't help herself. She slid open her legs, giving tacit permission for her friend to do whatever she wanted. Their eyes seductively held one another's for a brief, sexy moment. When Peaches ran a single finger across her thong covered opening, she gasped. 

But then the blonde pulled her hand away and giggled. "But two can play at being the tease..."

"You bitch," Madison murmured, playfully crossing her arms under her heavy breasts and pouting.

"You bi slut," Peaches retorted with a grin.

For a brief second they stared at one another. And then they were making out again. Their tongues entwined, fingers wrapped themselves into one another's hair, bodies pressed closely against the other. It was a while before they came up for air. 

"How's this for an idea?" Peaches eventually murmured. "How about we go shopping?" 

"Shopping?"

"Yes, to cheer each other up." She jumped up and checked her scuffed up hair in the mirror. She smoothed it back into some sort of shape. "My car's outside," she continued. It had been there since last night. "We can drive to mine first, so I can change out of this track suit you lent me. Then continue on our way."

"You want to go shopping at this time?" Madison frowned, realising she was looking for some sort of excuse. After the events of the last twenty-four hours, going out into public again suddenly seemed like a much bigger deal than it should have been. 

"Yes..." her friend insisted. Glancing at Madison's reflection in the mirror, she blew a kiss. Grinning, she swung around. "We need a little treat. How about we go to Victoria's and buy each other some sexy lingerie? Then we'll just have time to call into Harvey Nic's for a celebration cocktail."

"Celebration?"

"Au naturellement," Peaches giggled. "It's a double celebration—the end of the nightmare, and to your initiation into lesbian sex."

Madison's big eyes widened further. Was it really the end of her nightmare? Everything Peaches had hypothesised made sense. If they weren't charging Frankie, then there wouldn't be any interest in her. "I hope so," she softly said, and then mischievously glanced at her friend. "And by the way..."

"Yeah?"

She giggled. "You speak French about as well as Del Boy does." 

"Mais oui, Rodney..." Peaches laughed, in what she hoped was a passable impression. They laughed out loud. "What we'll do," she went on, walking behind the couch and leaning down to cup her friend's voluptuous breasts, "is buy each other something. How about that?"

Madison hands covered Peaches' hands and held them there. Heck, all she wanted to do was take Peaches to bed again. They'd slept between the lovemaking and their shower together, and since then she'd been wondering what it would be like to go down on Peaches the way her friend had with her. What would she feel like, taste like? 

"Oh, Peaches," she grunted, as the blonde pinched her nipples through her jumper. She turned her head for an over the shoulder kiss, but Peaches was already dancing away, her wicked little laugh lingering in the air between them.

"I'll buy you the sexiest matching bra and thong I can find," she breathed. "And you... you can buy me a strap on." 

Madison's heart almost jumped out of her chest. She and her best friend had once watched a blue movie where one of the women had worn a strap on. Peaches had known it had turned her on, and that was the first time she'd allowed the blonde to feel her breasts. She'd been so turned on that if she hadn't been so shy back then, she would have let things progress further.

"Think about that, you sexy slut," Peaches provocatively whispered, coming up behind her friend again and planting a kiss on the top of her head. Before Madison could grab her, she'd spun away again and was looking at her watch. "Come on, if we're going we'd better shift gears. We don't have long."

"I guess so," Madison replied, realising she had no other option. Peaches had already collected her belongings and was heading for the door. But when they got back to the flat later, the brunette would be taking her sexy friend straight to bed. It was as if a fire had been lit inside her...

"Come on, slowcoach. You ready?"

"Bossy boots," Madison grimaced, reluctantly rising to her feet. After checking her face in the mirror, she picked up her coat and keys to the flat. 

"That's because you've always needed organising," Peaches grinned, pulling the front door open for her friend.

The flashlight caught Madison unawares. The photographer had three shots captured before she could take in what was happening.

"The Daily News," Sammy Ferris growled, like a PI catching his prey bang to rights. "Can you spare me ten minutes, Miss Cooper? It'll be worth your while."

Peaches slammed the door in his face before a shocked Madison even had time to think. The brunette could feel her whole life passing before her eyes...

***

Facing the music

The first thing Madison did when Peaches drove her to her father's house was to visit the downstairs bathroom. It didn't help steady her nerves. How could it when she could hear her father and his girlfriend in the kitchen? It was clear his raised voice was talking about her.

And what the heck was Janet doing there? 

He'd been going out with her ever since Madison had left home and that in itself was some sort of record. After he'd separated from her mother, there'd been a succession of girlfriends. Some were one night stands, others seemed to last a few weeks. This woman clearly had something special, even if Madison couldn't decide exactly what that was.

She wanted to turn around and go back outside to Peaches' waiting car. But the face-to-face confrontation was necessary. Attempting to have any sort of conversation with him over the telephone had proven impossible. He'd sounded so angry.

She understood that, of course. Her photograph had been plastered all over The Daily News for the last couple of days. On Monday, they'd used the photos taken at her door. She'd looked like a frightened adolescent. Today, the photographs were of her in lingerie. She'd recognised them immediately. Nate had taken them on his mobile phone less than a week ago.

The little bastard! The papers hadn't wasted any time in tracing him. How the hell were they able to do that? She wondered how much they'd paid him for betraying her.

Two full pages had been devoted to the story on each of the days. Mostly they were aimed at Frankie, of course. Or 'Love Rat, Dennis,' as the headlines screamed. But there was plenty about her too. The description of what had happened was more or less correct, minus a few details. But ninety five per cent of everything else was downright lies. How could reputable newspapers get away with that sort of thing?

Until today, she hadn't stepped foot outside of her flat since the two newspaper men had confronted her at her door. Once the story had broken, other reporters had joined the two camped outside of the flats. Peaches had been mobbed by them whenever she'd visited Madison's flat, and had even been offered money for 'spilling the beans.' 

She'd told them where to go... 

Madison had heard of situations like this, but had always believed the stories were exaggerated. She knew differently now. And she was the one in the middle of the media frenzy!

Peaches had been wonderful support throughout. Her only support. She'd even produced a hooded coat so that Madison could visit her father without a clear photograph being taken. Stepping out of the flat had been a frightening experience, almost as bad as arriving at her father's house. And she had a showdown meeting with Jay-Jay Kazan arranged later.

Oh fuck...

Her father was seated next to Janet at the small table when she entered the kitchen. Both were drinking coffee. Janet's small eyes stared at her. Was that a look of disgust on her face?

"So, madam's deigned to call down to see her old dad, has she?" 

Her father's voice was louder than normal and sounded threatening. Just like it had in the past when he'd had too much to drink. His girlfriend's hand reached out and covered his. She always wore low cut tops, but this one was so tight that her enormous breasts threatened to spill over the top. As usual, her face was caked in make-up. Everything about the blonde woman was the opposite of her mother. Even her dyed hair.

Madison's brown eyes pleaded for some warmth. "Dad..."

"Do you have any idea how people have been looking at me?" he snorted, pushing back in the chair. With his black hair and scowl, and the triumphant way he rubbed his hands together, he looked like a pantomime villain. The only thing missing was the costume. "They're all sniggering behind my back!"

Madison didn't immediately answer. She forlornly looked around for the coffee to ease the dryness in her throat. There wasn't any. Tears welled up behind her eyes but she held them there. He wouldn't make her cry, not again. Not like the last time. 

"I'm sorry, dad—" she began. 

"Sorry!" he rasped. The way he jumped to his feet and thumped his fist down on the wooden kitchen table reminded her of the arguments he used to have with her mother. And with her, after her mother left home. "Sorry? Is that the best you can do?"

"I... I wanted to explain..."

"Oh, you did, did you?" He was as angry as she'd ever seen him. That took some doing. "No need, is there? I've read the papers."

His threatening stance as he leaned across the kitchen table reminded her of the day her mother walked out. She instantly blotted out the memories.

"It's mostly made up," she said, taking a deep breath. The hard look in his eyes told her she was wasting her time. What else had she expected? But she had to try...

"Mostly? Is that right?" he spat. "You were arrested for indecent exposure. Which part of that is untrue, eh?" 

His sideways glance at Janet as he eased himself back down into his chair was one of triumph. Why? This wasn't a battle. There were no winners or losers. She was his daughter...

"You should be ashamed," the dyed blonde woman said, patting her father's hand as if he was in need of some sort of comfort. 

For the first time, Madison raised her voice. "What's it got to do with you?" Madison saw red. It was one thing taking it from her dad, but she wasn't going to accept any shit from this woman. 

"How dare you?" her father shouted, instantly on his feet again. Spittle flew from his mouth across the table. "Janet belongs here—"

"Belongs?" she yelled back, meeting fire with fire. She'd gone there to explain, not to be bullied. "It's nothing to do with her."

"Of course it is," he spat. "We're going to be—"

The shock hit Madison between the eyes. She took a step back and leant against the counter for support. "What? Married?"

"That's nothing to do with you," he sneered, thrusting his chest out in that way of his when he was spoiling for a fight. "I think you have enough on your own plate, don't you? Opening your legs like some cheap whore..."

It was as if he's slapped her face. She wondered if he could see the hurt in her eyes. Even if he could, he wouldn't care. Her mouth tightened. Coming here had been a big mistake...

"It's nothing different to what I expected, of course," he continued, sending a what-did-I-tell-you look to his girlfriend. You've made me a laughing stock around here."

The range of emotions that flooded through her system brought her close to tears, despite herself. "You're a laughing stock? Dad, I've made one mistake. One! They're crucifying me. I came here to explain to you, so that you'd understand!"




Fifteen Minutes Ch. 03



She wasn't sure what response to expect, but it certainly wasn't his mocking laugh. "A mistake?" he spat. "You mean you were caught out in one mistake. How many other mistakes have you made that haven't been discovered? Yet?"

Madison swallowed hard as he sat back down and slipped his arm around Janet's shoulder. She wanted to fly at him. Why was she taking second place to this woman? "Don't you want to hear what I have to say?" 

He sent her a contemptuous half-smile. "No I don't. Not a word. Not... one... fucking... word. You made your bed, you lie on it."

"Dad..."

"Did I say bed?" His sarcastic smile cut into her heart. "It was the back of a car, wasn't it? Dirty little bitch, just like your mother..."

"You bastard!" Madison couldn't help it. How dare he criticise her mother? "Don't talk about my mother like that."

The upset teenager waited for him to jump up again. Hit her, even. It wouldn't be the first time. She was prepared for it. Maybe it would have helped? 

Instead, his chilling smile told her everything she needed to know, even before he said the words. "I always knew you'd grow up to be an absolute slut..."

When the tears began to flow, she turned on her heels and ran out.

***

Madison yanked open the passenger door and jumped into the seat. Despite the tears running down her cheeks, her eyes spat fire. "That bastard!"

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," Peaches murmured, shuffling across in her seat to slip a comforting hand around her friend's shoulder. She'd feared the worst. Neither of Madison's parents was worth a fig. Both were selfish, intent on pursuing their own happiness at their daughter's expense. Ever since she'd met Madison met, her friend had lurched from one identity crisis to another. It was only when she'd moved into her own flat that she'd begun to regain her self esteem.

It was one reason Madison had always been so adamant about having only one boyfriend at a time. Peaches knew she hadn't wanted to follow her parent's promiscuous path.

"Don't be," the brunette spat, banging a fist down on the dashboard. The action helped stem the tears. She threw her head back in frustration. "I never want to see that bastard again."

"Here," the blonde softly murmured, pulling her into a comforting hug. Her hand softly stroked her friend's shoulder length black hair. "Want to talk about what he said?"

It took a good couple of minutes for Madison to answer. Reaching for the box of tissues at her feet, she wiped the tears from her face. "It's all unravelling, Peaches."

"You don't belong in that house," her friend simply said. It might not be the most helpful comment in the circumstances, but it was true. 

"I know," Madison said, blowing out a long sigh. Her head was clearing. "I'll never go there again." 

"What did he say?" 

"Basically.... I'm a dirty little bitch, just like my mother," Madison answered, swallowing hard. She was absolutely not going to cry again! "That he always knew I'd grow up to be an absolute slut..." Damn, there were those tears again. She took another tissue and fought them back. 

"The bastard!"

Madison nodded. "We're agreed on that one. He's still with that Janet, you know?"

Peaches pulled a face. "Which one's Janet? Is she the poison dwarf or the one with the moustache?"

Despite herself, Madison giggled. "Neither. They didn't last long. This one's the dyed blonde with loads of make-up."

"And over-sized tits? I remember her."

"Yeah. He's going to marry her..."

The two young women stared at one another. Silence filled the inside of the car. "You have got to be joking," Peaches eventually gasped. "He's marrying that trollope?"

"Trollope?" Madison burst into laughter. It was infectious. Soon tears were running down both their faces, but this time they were happy ones. "Gosh, I wish I'd have thought of that word," she said, holding her sides. She could hardly speak. "I... I could have called her that."

"You're welcome to my father, you trollope," Peaches boomed in a deep voice, as she wiped her eyes. It set them off again and they both reached for the tissues

"Oh, Peaches," Madison chortled, reaching across to hug her friend again. "You do make me feel better. Thanks."

"You're welcome, baby" Peaches murmured. Despite the mirth, she knew this was all so unfair. It wasn't easy to rid herself of that guilty feeling. She'd known Nate and Ethan had wanted to swap partners, and yet hadn't tried to dissuade them. And she'd been the one who'd suggested the club that night. 

"Okay..." Madison sighed, glancing at her watch. She'd completely lost track of time. Her stomach lurched. "I'm meeting Jay-Jay in twenty minutes..."

The two young women exchanged anxious glances. It never rained but it poured.

***

Jay-Jay Kazan sat silently in his sumptuous office, staring at the young girl across from him. Everything about her features screamed out her unease. But then, she'd been apprehensive ever since she'd arrived five minutes ago. Her face twisted, her voice trembled, her hands rubbed together. Even the way she nervously played with a lock of her black hair was a clear sign of how anxious she was feeling.

He hadn't helped the situation, of course. His ruse of keeping her standing, while he responded monosyllabically to her apologies, had only made the young brunette more edgy. It was a tactic he'd used many times in similar situations. Keep 'them' on their toes until he decided which way to go.

Leaning back in his plush leather chair, he steepled his fingers against his chin. It was a question of balance. On the one hand, Madison had broken most of the rules he set out for his employees. That put him in a difficult position, even if he did feel sympathetic. If he didn't come down on her like a ton of bricks, his other workers would think he was going soft, and that would make it open season for all sorts of misbehaviour.

And yet...

The girl was beautiful, and had the sort of curvaceous body that men fell over themselves for. She could easily be a Page 3 model. But this one was smart, too. The teenager had already proven her value in the office. She'd shown good instincts and an initiative he'd normally only expect from someone more experienced. And she was loyal, trustworthy. 

It was quite a dilemma.

"I'm sorry," she said again. That was the third time. As if she felt she had to fill in the silences with an apology.

Glancing at his watch, he picked up his phone and called through to his PA. "Lucinda, I'm due in a meeting with Tony at four. Push it back half an hour."

Replacing the phone, he plonked both feet on his desk in what Madison recognised as a typical Jay-Jay pose. The last time she'd seen it he was delighted with her. This time, the meditative expression on his face had her confused.

"I understand why you look so nervous," he said, his pensive eyes staring at her. "This is a fine mess you've got me into, as Laurel said to Hardy. Or was it the other way round?" He nodded towards one of the chairs in front of his desk. It was time to ease the tension. "Have a seat." 

"Thanks," she said, meeting his gaze. 

He nodded at her. When she'd arrived, she hadn't been able to meet his eyes. Now, despite her anxiety, she was showing some spirit. He liked that. "What are we going to do?" he asked, tapping his fingers on the desk.

"Jay-Jay—" she began, leaning forward, but his upraised hand stopped her.

"It was a rhetorical question," he said, his smile thoughtful. "It was meant to indicate that this situation, even for someone as experienced as me, is quite a predicament."

For a moment, it looked like she was going to speak, to apologise again probably. But wisely, she kept those glossy red lips closed. His demeanour, as well as his words, suggested silence was the best route until he spoke again. He was pleased she was sufficiently intelligent to pick up on that. 

Sweeping a hand through his silver hair, he continued. "All I know is what I've read in the papers. Tell me more..." 

"Most of that—"

"Is crap," he finished for her, curling his face into a so-what gesture. "I know that. This is my territory, remember. They get the germ of a story and suddenly it's a three act play. But that's what sells newspapers, Madison-baby. It's what makes the world go round. It's what makes me money and—until now—it's what has paid your wages." 

Until now? Madison shivered. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she hoped that when she opened them this would all be a dream. Instead, he was pointing at her.

"Skip the sordid detail," he snapped at her. "And explain what actually did happen. Just the key points."

The deep breath she took helped her to stay calm. Only just. She'd replayed this conversation over and over in her mind. "We'd bumped into Frankie and Leon—"

"Leon? Leon Baxter?"

"Yes."

"He was involved?"

"The papers don't know about that part. He and Peaches went off together, and Frankie and I did the same. We didn't see them again..."

Kazan nodded thoughtfully. "So, you met them at the club that night? Goodfella's?"

"We'd met them once before and went back to the club that night. I'd just finished with my boyfriend." It was important to her that Jay-Jay understood she was unattached. Her father thought she was a slag and she didn't want her employer to feel the same. 

"Go on..." There was that finger again.

She gave a deep sigh. This really was painful. "One thing led to another. I agreed to go back to Frankie's but on the way there..." She could feel her chest tighten. She wasn't explaining this the way she'd rehearsed in her mind. "Well," she tailed off, "I'd had far too much to drink..."

The PR Guru shrugged. "Often the way," he casually said, as if it was an everyday experience. It probably was. "Any drugs?"

Madison hesitated. Damn, now there was a question! Her voice softened to little more than a whisper. "He gave me an Ecstasy tablet."

His face didn't change. "You're into drugs?"

The way she shook her head was almost violent. "I've never taken any before... ever!"

His leather chair creaked as he dropped both feet to the floor. "You didn't have to tell me about the drugs?" His unwavering eyes stared into hers.

Madison choked back the bile rising in her throat. "You asked me," she hesitantly answered. "You told me I'd earned your trust. Never give it away, you said."

For a few moments he didn't speak, and then he rattled his knuckles on the top of his desk. "Madison-baby, there aren't many around like you. There's no doubt about that."

A smile creased her face. That was a good sign, wasn't it?

"So basically, on the way back to this asshole's place, the two of you couldn't keep your hands off one another. You parked up, and in the middle of your sexual aerobics the men in blue came along. Very careless, wouldn't you say?"

Her smile disappeared. 

"Another rhetorical question," he snorted. "Tell me this. Having broken just about every rule in the book, do you seriously expect to keep your job here?"

Madison saw the trap, but couldn't avoid it. "I know it's asking a lot—"

"Oh, it's asking a lot?" he asked, his eyebrows rising in emphasis. "Let me tell you my problems. One—what the other worker's will think? Do I have one rule for them and another for you? They'll see this as gross misconduct. Two—what will the press do? Camp outside my offices like they're doing at your flat? What will that do for my business, Madison-baby?"

It felt like someone had gripped her stomach and was squeezing tightly. He was right, of course.

Kazan nodded, seeing that she was catching on. "Then there's my standing in the media world. The finest of reputations painstakingly built up over twenty years. My clients have always been thought of as innocents, haven't they? People who've been taken advantage of. And yet I'll be seen to condone what you've done by continuing to employ you. Tell me, as a businesswoman, does that make sense to you?"

Her head threatened to explode. A moment ago she'd thought the conversation was about to take a turn for the better. Now he was kicking her while she was down. Her eyes returned to meet his, but he just shrugged his broad shoulders and walked across to his drinks cabinet. 

"All of those reasons make it impossible for you to continue to work here," he admitted, reaching for the whisky decanter. "There's only one conclusion."

"I understand, Jay-Jay..." she softly said, almost choking on the words. There was nothing else to say. It felt like the world was on her shoulders. She rose to her feet.

"Whoa there," she heard him say. "Where are you going? We have terms to discuss."

"Terms?" She hadn't expected any leaving payment. Gross misconduct, he'd said.

"Absolutely," he said, holding up two drinks. "We've just acknowledged that I've always represented innocents, people who've been taken advantage of." He walked across to the confused girl and handed her one of the two glasses. "I'd say the description fits perfectly, wouldn't you? I'm not losing an employee. I'm gaining a client..."



Fifteen Minutes Ch. 04



CHAPTER FOUR – OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS

Celebration

"This is incredible!" Madison exclaimed as the smartly attired maître d' led the two young women across the polished oak floor of the rooftop restaurant. 

The view of Newtown, with its mish-mash of high buildings, television masts and industrial estates wasn't anything to write home about. But the restaurant had all tables cleverly angled towards the view of the large scenic park surrounded by the flowing river. From their vantage point, it was breathtaking. 

"I never thought I'd ever eat here," Peaches giggled, flashing a smile at one of the cute waiters.

"Me neither. Jay-Jay says Toppers is a favourite of his."

"And he's paying for the meal?"

"Yeah!" Madison emphasised. "And we have champagne." She nodded at the bottle in the cooler beside their table. "He says it will help us loosen up for the afternoon."

"I'm loosened already," Peaches laughed, sitting back as the waiter opened the bubbly and filled their glasses. "Salute," she said, raising hers in a toast.

"Yeah," Madison grinned. "Whatever that means..."

"It means your life has changed for the better," the blonde told her, running a hand through her short blonde hair. "So..."

"So...?" the brunette replied, sneezing as the bubbly hit her nose.

"Tell me again. How much did he say you could earn?"

Madison felt a shiver run up her spine. "Half a million in one year," she breathlessly said.

"I still don't get it."

"Me neither," Madison said happily. "But as long as he delivers, who cares? My hero!"

"Your hero?" Peaches laughed, gulping at her drink. "I should think so. Have you fucked him yet?"

Madison's eyes widened as she glanced around at the nearby tables. "Ssssh," she whispered, rolling her eyes and putting a finger to her lips. She leant forward. "Of course I haven't... not yet, anyway."

The girls dissolved into giggles.

"Well hurry up," Peaches told her. "Or I might get in first. But honestly, Maddy, how on earth can you make that sort of money? It's not possible."

"That's what I said..." the brunette began, pausing as the waiter approached. They picked up the menus and ordered as simply as they could—some pasta for Madison and poached salmon for Peaches. Once he'd departed, they huddled across the table again.

"Go on," Peaches encouraged.

"He said I'd get half of that by selling my story to the highest bidder," she explained. "It'll be an exclusive. That's why I'm doing the photo session this afternoon..."

Peaches' eyes widened. "I can't believe you're photo is going to be in the paper. And those magazines..."

Madison felt her blush rise, this time accompanied by goose bumps. She didn't know exactly what was entailed, but had a good idea. When she'd told Jay-Jay she had limits, he'd just laughed and asked if she wanted to be rich. Then he'd told her she would have the final say in what would be published. She only hoped she had the nerve to go through with it. 

"Neither can I," she said a little uneasily. "Do you think I really should go topless—"

"For the money they're offering, I think you should do whatever they ask," Peaches cut in. "How much did you say?"

"The lad's mags will pay up to thirty thousand for each publication," Madison breathlessly answered. Her brown eyes were wide in astonishment. For photographs of her!

"I'd show my tits for much less than that," Peaches said, giving another hearty laugh. She wiggled her eyebrows. "Though they don't compare to yours. Think he could get you a Playboy deal?"

The girls giggled again. When the wine waiter refilled their glasses, Peaches sent a knowing look across the table. "Think I should ask his opinion," she wickedly murmured as he walked away. "Maybe we should get them out and let him compare?"

"I wouldn't put it past you," Madison smiled. "Anyway, you'll be giving them an airing this afternoon..."

"Sure will," the blonde laughed. "Your Mr. Kazan sure has some great ideas."

"You're okay with it?"

Peaches nodded emphatically. She picked up her champagne, swirling the bubbly in its glass and giggling like a schoolgirl. Was she okay with it? She was brimming with adrenalin at the thought. "Are you kidding? After what those two boys have done? Selling their stories... and bringing me into it! This is revenge, baby!"

Madison nodded thoughtfully. Nate and Ethan had sold her and Peaches out. They had what was coming. She wasn't normally vindictive—that wasn't her style. It surprised her how hardened she'd become since her meeting with her father. Besides, Jay-Jay had insisted it was primarily a commercial decision. If their ex-boyfriend's weren't discredited, their stories would be published and that would reduce his earnings potential, as he'd put it. 

The quality of the meal was the best she'd ever had. She wasn't sure that the second bottle of champagne was wise, but what the hell. Jay-Jay had told them to enjoy themselves. And they had a lot to celebrate. Just when her life had reached her lowest ebb, her knight in shining armour had rescued her. She had such a lot to thank Jay-Jay Kazan for.

"I think I'm half drunk," she whispered to Peaches, holding onto her friend's arm as they eventually made their unsteady way from their table. Her head was happily buzzing with the effect of the champagne. It was just as well they both had taxis ordered. "C'mon, I want to thank you for being my best friend."

"Thank me...?"

Madison had her pinned against the wall before the door closed behind them. Their mouths crushed together and within seconds they were making out.

"I owe you this," Madison grunted, sliding her hand under Peaches' dress. "Want it?"

"Oh, yes," the blonde gasped, her hands gripping around her friend's neck as if she were holding on for dear life. Her legs widened to accommodate the probing fingers. Madison had been like a bitch on heat since Kazan had laid his plans out. And she'd been the beneficiary. They couldn't get enough of one another. How times had changed! She didn't know or care where her shy friend had gone—she much preferred the new, liberated version.

When she felt the hand slide down inside her thong and cup her baby smooth mound, her senses went into overload. "Uh... Goddd, Maddy ..." 

"Cum for me," the brunette grunted, licking from the base to the top of Peaches' neck over and over again. 

Peaches whimpered like a lost puppy as Madison stiffened two fingers and worked them into her pussy. Her body bent backwards against the wall and she began to shudder. This was all so unexpected, so quick... and so fucking hot. When the fingers curled and found her g-spot, she shrieked loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear...

***

"You drive a hard bargain," Jay-Jay Kazan told Sammy Ferris and his editor. He poured them both another drink from the decanter in his office and sat on the edge of his desk. Whisky was the staple diet for newspaper men.

They glanced at one another as they accepted the drink. "Does that mean we have a deal?" Buster Martin asked.

"I was hoping for more," Jay-Jay lied, holding his arms out wide. The offer was already more than he'd expected. "You couldn't push it up a little higher?"

"You're pinning us to the floor as it is," Ferris complained, nudging his editor's knee with his own. 

The movement was almost imperceptible but Kazan's keen eyes missed nothing. That meant he could get another ten. "Sammy did a fantastic job of ferreting out the story, I have to give you that," he smiled, swilling back a mouthful. A bit of verbal stroking never did any harm. "But I'm offering you the exclusive."

"Maybe," Buster Martin said, ignoring Ferris's preening. There was time enough for that sort of thing after the negotiations. He wanted a deal, but at the cheapest price possible. "But we already have the boyfriend's stories lined up. That reduces the girl's value, we both know that. We can stretch out what they've told us for a few weeks yet."

"That would be true," Kazan acknowledged, "were it not for one thing."

The two newspaper men exchanged a quick glance again. "Which is?"

"One—Madison and her best friend hardly know them. Two—most of their story is made up. Three—did you know they were gay? Four..." He picked up a piece of paper from his desk and held it out between two fingers. "Four—get a photographer to this address at the time I have written on it and you'll have proof..." 

"They're gay?" Both men sat up. The boyfriend's hadn't mentioned that fact.

"They didn't tell you? Sounds like they're two young men looking to milk you for all they can," Kazan said, with a sympathetic shrug. "You don't need them. I guarantee that Madison will give you the inside story on those relationships..."

"This is kosher?" Martin snapped.

Kazan nodded and twirled the piece of paper between thumb and forefinger. "Don't just take my word for it, fellas. I'm giving you the evidence on a plate."

Buster Martin ran a hand across his chin. This presented things in a different light. He held his hand out for the piece of paper. "If we get the photos," he said, "I'll go up to three hundred. That's my top offer."

Jay-Jay Kazan threw his arms wide again. "Now who's pinning who to the floor? You drive a hard bargain, Buster," he conceded, with a forlorn look. Inside, he was grinning. It didn't take long to calculate twenty five percent of three hundred grand. "But you've got yourself a deal."

***

Contrasting afternoons

The set was incredibly basic. Not that Madison had a specific expectation. But it wasn't this.

"You look disappointed," Camille told her, using both hands to smooth her long, glossy brown hair back over her head as she stretched. "It's not the setting that counts, it's the photographs.

When the beauty held the pose for a few moments longer than necessary, Madison found herself staring at the tanned breasts that her tight top was offering.

"Sexy?" Camille asked.

Madison found herself blushing. "I'm sorry, I—"

The photographer grinned as she dropped her hands onto her hips. "That's my point. A simple stretch, done the right way, can look so sexy. I didn't need any props for you to look at my boobies, did I? Neither will you, darling. Believe me, I know what it takes."

Madison thoughtfully nodded. Jay-Jay had told her that Camille was the best. 

"In here, we have no inhibitions," the beautiful Latina continued, folding her tanned arms beneath her pendulous breasts. They spilt a little more over the tight top. "Everything we do in the studio must create the right atmosphere for you to perform in front of the camera. I want you looking and feeling sexy..."

Madison smiled happily. If the photographer knew how much champagne she'd had, and what she and Peaches had got up to, she wouldn't need to worry. Her libido was telling her she should have allowed her friend to return the compliment. 

Still... the good news was that her state of arousal should bode well for the session ahead. 

***

Peaches wandered around the hotel suite, familiarising herself with the layout. The camcorder that Jay-Jay Kazan had supplied was already hidden in the bedroom. It simply required a flick of the switch for recording to commence. It shouldn't be necessary, but the PR Guru wanted a backup in case the arrangement with the press went awry. 

The blonde smiled to herself. Madison's boss thought of everything.

It astonished her that people actually stayed in places like this. It was simply overwhelming. She'd already filled her bag with some wonderful toiletries from the amazing bathroom. Well, they were souvenirs, weren't they! She'd share them with Madison later. 

After the deed was done! 

She giggled to herself. The young blonde felt like a spy, put in place to seduce the villains who were threatening to damage the country. Or in this case... her best friend.

The outer suite room was incredible. The furniture was much plusher than in her parents' house and she'd already decided she wanted a similar sized flat screen television when she eventually found her own place. But it was the bedroom that particularly appealed to her. If it weren't for the specific instructions, she'd probably have allowed Ethan and Nate to fuck her on that four-poster. She'd never seen a bed quite like that before.

Maybe they could persuade Jay-Jay Kazan to let her and Madison use the suite sometime? If champagne loosened her best friend's inhibitions the way it had in the Topper's restrooms, they'd need a couple of bottles of that, too. In all their time together, she'd never known Madison take the initiative like that.

It augured well for the future...

She decided not to touch the complimentary bottle of wine waiting on the table. She and Madison had actually each consumed a bottle of champagne at lunchtime! She giggled again. A whole bottle each! It had left her on a high, and unable to shake off a fit of the hiccups.

This afternoon was going to be so much fun...

***

"Very hot," Camille said, allowing the camera to drop to her waist as she smiled. She adjusted the leather strap around her neck so that it settled properly. "You're feeling it, darling?"

Madison nodded mischievously. For the last hour, she'd given the woman and her camera every sexy look and pose she could come up with. She'd even surprised herself with how easily she'd fitted into the model role. Sex was pouring out of her body and into the lens.

"But I want more," the Latina photographer told her. "Flirt with me,"

Madison's eyes instantly went to the woman's body. Her full breasts were stunning in the black, sleeveless tee and the gap that displayed the dangling belly button piercing on the deep brown skin around Camille's midriff was so sexy. With a soft sigh of arousal, she pulled her long silky hair onto the top of her head and pouted. "Like this?" 

Camille burst out laughing and picked up the camera again. "That's sexy, darling..."

Madison grinned. She felt sexy. A couple of photographs would appear in tomorrow's The Daily News if Jay-Jay's negotiations this afternoon went well. The sexier shots were to be aimed at the lads' mags. Two had already lined up deals for centrefold spreads. 

For her! Little old Madison Cooper! The world had gone mad...

One hand adjusted the strap of the cream bikini top. It accentuated her thrusting breasts while the skimpy string bottoms left very little to the imagination. 

"Let's take advantage, darling," Camille murmured, positioning Madison against the painted wall. The white background was perfect. "Narrow those beautiful brown eyes—that's it. Put one of your fingers in your mouth. Like that... yes. Suck on it and imagine there are a dozen men looking at you right now and jerking their cocks..."

Madison felt the image overpower her...

"Women will desire you, too," Camille went on. "You like women? Sexually?"

The model's pulse quickened. She thought of Peaches and found herself nodding.

"Ah, I see some extra sparkle in your eyes," the Latina said, with a knowing smile. She'd have some fun with this one after the shoot, she thought. She began to move from one side to another. With each shot she stood tall, and then dipped, swayed left and then right. Each time she changed the angle she fired off one shot after another. "That's much better, Maddy. Much, much better. Can you feel it?"

The teenager nodded. She most definitely could. Her nipples were practically tearing through the thin material of the bikini top.

"Sit on your knees now, darling, and look straight into the lens." She took hold of Madison and gently pulled her into position. Leaning forward, resting her forearms on her thighs, her tanned swells pressed together. "Yes, that's it, smoulder at the camera..."

Madison began to pose as if she'd been doing this all her life. All of a sudden she was alive. She was going to be a star. Despite her insistence to Jay-Jay, when Camille told her to remove her top she did so immediately. Eagerly. She had beautiful breasts so why not show them? The camera captured every movement.

"Wonderful, wonderful. You have a female lover, yes?"

Madison felt a blush but it was fainter this time. She was Madison Cooper, the supermodel. And supermodels didn't feel shame. "Yes," she proudly answered.

"I am her," Camille told her. "Show me your breasts. Offer them to me..."

The young girl felt the adrenalin run through her as she followed the instructions. Her hands cupped her tits, holding them out to her lover. She could feel her hard nipples and without being told she was pulling on them.

"Yes... like that..."

Madison bent her head and took a nipple in her mouth. She so loved doing that, and demonstrating her technique to Camille felt like the sexiest thing ever. Her lustful eyes clouded with each sexual thought that flitted through her mind. Camille barked out instructions so fast that she didn't have time to think. Sexual images passed through her mind. 

Peaches was naked. And so was Camille... 

Suddenly the clicking had stopped. The woman was changing cameras but before she slipped the new one around her neck, she wriggled her nose in that thoughtful way of hers. Then, in a split-second, the photographer had crossed her arms and yanked her black, sleeveless tee over her head.

"These are my tits," she unnecessarily said. Her voice was throaty as she cupped them and squeezed the hard brown nipples. They sat wonderfully high on her small areola. "I am your girlfriend and these are her tits," she continued, picking up the camera. "Stare at them, darling. Want them..."

Madison couldn't help but admire the magnificent swells. The surge of desire running through her body reflected itself in her face.

"Yes, fantastic," Camille murmured, her breasts swaying as she moved this way and that. She fired out encouragement and instructions until, at last, she had what she wanted. "Time to relax for ten minutes."

She removed the camera from around her neck and turned towards the small round table beside the painted wall. "Tell me," she said over her shoulder. "Have you ever done drugs?"

Madison felt a blush hitting her cheeks even before she got the words out. "Ecstasy, that's all," she whispered, trying to control the embarrassment. "But just the once."

The beautiful Latina's eyes widened, as if she was surprised by the answer. "Never cocaine? Really, Maddy!" She picked up her bag and began to busy herself. "It makes you feel crisp and alive. Like a supermodel. That's what we want you to be today—a sexy supermodel."

"A sexy supermodel..." Madison repeated. Was such a thing possible? 

"We all have dreams," Camille explained from across the small room. "Kelli Palmer did. So did Alicia Stiles. Kirsten Tobin, too. Look at them now. Supermodels. I'm not saying you're in their category, Maddy. But you have something about you. A sexy sort of innocence. They used that quality to earn them a fortune. What about you? Are you really up for it?"

Madison nodded breathlessly. Camille made it all sound so easy. Only a short time ago she was in despair and now she was here, at the centre of a photo shoot, and possibly a lot more. While she had no idea where this journey was going to take her, she was determined give it everything she could until it eventually came to an end.

"So pretty, isn't it?" the photographer asked, breaking into her thoughts. The Latina was glancing down at the two lines of coke she'd carved on the small tray. Without another word, she dipped her head over the table and expertly sniffed a line. Then she held out the straw to Madison. "Time to indulge, don't you think..."

***

"Can you believe this?" Nate asked Ethan. The two of them stared wide-eyed around the impressive room before turning to Peaches. "This is where you and Maddy are staying?"

"Mmm-hmm," the blonde happily lied. "Your ex is a celebrity now. Isn't it incredible? If you think this room is impressive, come in here."




Fifteen Minutes Ch. 04



They followed as she skipped towards the bathroom. 

"Fuck..." Ethan gasped, staring at the large Italian Jacuzzi bath in the corner.

"Exactly," Peaches giggled. "We'll be fucking in the bed, in that bath, and anywhere else you fancy! Providing you two boys can get it up, that is."

Nate's excited face became serious for a second. "We can get it up, don't worry about that," he mumbled. "But you're sure that Maddy is into this? She was pretty angry the last time I saw her. And after everything that's happened..."

Peaches' grin widened. "That's the point," she said, leading the way back into the main room. "This wouldn't have happened had it not been for you two. That's why Maddy wants the four of us to get together again. After all that's happened, she needs some normality right now."

The two young men stared at one another. "Er... you know the papers have contacted us," Ethan hesitantly said, watching her eyes for a reaction. Selling their stories wouldn't go down too well when they told the girls. Maybe they should hold back that information until after today's session? Why cause complications?

"Really?" Peaches responded, playing her part to perfection. "Well, I know you'll have told them to fuck off, right?" The boys' eyes flickered at one another again. "Good. But don't mention that to Maddy. Not until we've had our foursome."

Their jaws dropped. "Foursome?"

She wiggled her eyebrows. "Maddy's on a high," she answered, her lips curling in amusement. The two youngsters were looking at each other as if it was Christmas and they were about to unwrap their presents. The holes in her story were clear if they stopped to think. But she wasn't giving them time to reflect and their needy dicks were overriding their common sense. "What can I tell you?"

Crooking a finger, Peaches sauntered across to the bedroom door. She wiggled her toned ass as she went and then pushed the door open. Turning to the two young men obediently following her, she crossed her arms and nodded into the room.

They walked past her and stared inside. "Fuck..."

"There's that word again," she laughed at Ethan. "Just think guys. A double bed this time and a four-poster at that. Have either of you ever fucked in a four poster?"

Nate gulped as he stared around the room. "I've never even seen a four poster."

Leaving them beside the door, she slid her hands onto the top of her head. Slicking her short blonde hair back in a sassy way, she swung her hips from side to side as she made her way towards the bed. She paused with each second step, sexily glancing back over one shoulder and then the other before making her way forward again. Their eyes didn't leave her ass...

"God, just the thought makes me feel so sexy," she murmured, crawling onto the bed and then turning back to face them. "Who wants a blow job before Maddy gets here?"

For a nanosecond they stared at one another. "She's my girlfriend," Ethan grinned at Nate, his hands going to his belt.

"But I thought you wanted Maddy," his dark haired friend laughed as he tried to push past him. 

Ethan jostled him away. "Look—"

"Boys! Boys!" Peaches' laughing voice stopped them in their tracks. "First one to get completely undressed," she giggled, sinfully running her tongue around her mouth, "Wins the prize..."

They practically tore off their clothes. Their cocks were already lengthening in anticipation. Naked, they stood for a moment, as if they were awaiting her verdict.

"Dead heat," she said, giggling again. They were like two puppies, an animated look of expectancy in their eyes as they awaited her next words. Neither had stopped to think for even a second. They were so excited, their dicks were already hard. She loved that. If she hurried, she might be able to fuck them both before the press arrived. God knows her body was screaming out for some cock. 

Common sense overtook her. That wasn't part of the plan. A blow job would keep their minds occupied until the press arrived and that was as far as she could go. The clock on the wall told her she had twenty minutes to help assuage her own frustration and she didn't intend wasting a moment.

"Get on the bed," she told them, shuffling up onto the pillows. "Let's take it in turns. First one to cum loses..."

Ethan reached for her as he bounced onto the bed. "Get undressed, too." 

She smacked his hand away with a giggle. "Maddy and I are going to treat you to a striptease when she gets here. Until then, you both do as you're told. Understand?" 

The two young men nodded eagerly. Nate was already fisting his hard cock.

"Here, baby," she murmured, turning towards him and pushing him flat on the large bed. "Why don't you let me do that for you?" She took hold of his hardness and gingerly fondled him for a few moments, before lowering her head. 

"Oh fuck," he mumbled as her mouth covered his hardness.

"Feels good?" she slurped, raising her head for a second to look at his contorted face. He didn't reply, other than to moan his approval. 

To her side, Ethan traced his hand through her blonde locks, as if urging her on. She rewarded him by reaching for his cock without breaking her mouth lock on Nate. Her hand fisted him while she sucked his friend, taking her time in case either of them should race to the finishing line. That would put the cat among the pigeons...

She gave the dark haired youngster a good few minutes' worth of her best work, her arousal increasing with each groan she elicited. When he began to pant, she changed positions. Give him a chance to cool down. Her hand took the place of her mouth, softly keeping him just below simmering point, but it was Ethan's turn...

Her lips traced the fleshy contours of his erection—the way she'd done with him so many times before. When he groaned, she slurped off his shaft and dropped her mouth to his balls, sucking them inside one by one.

"Fuck, Peaches..." he grunted, gripping her hair.

She couldn't help herself. The situation was a complete turn-on for her. Nate was softly grunting as her soft fingers massaged his shaft and Ethan was busy telling her what a fabulous cocksucker she'd always been. When she eventually swopped partners again, she was so wet between her legs she could scream in frustration.

As soon as she took Nate's manhood inside her mouth again, he began to thrust his hips up from the bed. He was as aroused as she. His cock hit the back of her throat and she had to refocus to prevent herself from gagging. When Ethan pulled away from her masturbating hand, she groaned in annoyance but redoubled her efforts on Nate. Within a few seconds, she realised what the ginger haired young man had in mind. His hands were under her dress, pulling her damp panties down her legs. 

She tried to resist, but both of Nate's hands were in her hair, holding her head tightly in position. Ethan was behind her now. His cock was rubbing across the underside of her smooth pussy and she knew he had only one thing in mind.

Blind panic consumed her. This wasn't what she'd intended. It could destroy the plan! These two bastards were selling their stories to the press, selling Madison and her down the river. She needed revenge... and yet, she also needed that hard cock inside her. She was almost palpitating at the thought and made no objection when Ethan parted her legs wider. 

The loud knock on the outside door saved her. 

"What the fuck?" Ethan grunted, beginning to get up.

Peaches swung around and pushed him back. "It's Maddy, bonehead," she rasped, her heart pounding. This was it. "Now you get the chance to fuck both of us. Stay on the bed."

She slipped from the bed and hurried to the door. Her hand casually flicked the button that started the hidden camcorder as she turned back. "She won't know you're here yet," she said, as if it was an afterthought. "I'll bring her straight to the bedroom. As soon as you see the door begin to open, put your arm around each other's shoulder and start fisting your cocks. That'll be a real turn on for her..."

They looked uncertainly at one another.

"For fuck's sake," she growled, slipping her hands to her hips. "Tonight is going to blow your minds. You've both fucked up with Maddy once—don't make the same mistake again! Grab those cocks and get ready, boys..."

***

Madison was drooling with desire. The effect of the earlier champagne, the sight of the sexy bare breasted woman, her encounter with Peaches, and the sheer thrill of modelling were all having an effect. The cocaine pushed things over the edge. The brilliant colours were still washing through her mind.

Camille's earlier words had come to fruition. "In here, we have no inhibitions... Everything we do in the studio must create the right atmosphere for you to perform in front of the camera... I want you looking and feeling sexy..."

She arched her back, just like the photographer had taught her. It accentuated her breasts. "Yes. Hold that pose," Camille confirmed. "That's perfect, just perfect. Now... hand in your hair, pull it on top of your head. That's it..."

Madison took hold of her lustrous, shoulder length black hair and pulled it onto the top of her head. Without the need for further instruction, she twisted her face one way and then the other. Her gaze was on the camera, but also kept flickering to Camille's pendulous swells. They swayed each time she changed position. Her own breasts were full and firm, but they surely couldn't look as hot as those...

"Your other hand," the Latina murmured. "Slip it inside those bottoms."

Madison felt a surge of heat lick its way from the top of her head to her toes and then back upwards again. Goose bumps covered her tanned skin. Her hand moved slowly, making her entire body shiver as it entered the forbidden zone. 

"Good," Camille encouraged, clicking off shot after shot. "Don't worry, it's the look on your face I want, not what you're doing." She moved in for a close up of Madison's face and breasts. "That's good, darling. Touch yourself now. Let me capture the reaction..."

The brunette did. Or rather, her hand did. She had no control over it. Her fingers were moving of their own accord, rubbing her glistening labial lips that so needed some attention. And her hips were moving, too, so that her clit rubbed against the heel of her palm as she pleasured herself.

"God, that's so sexy," she heard Camille gasp. The woman's reaction sent Madison's temperature soaring higher. "More..." she rasped, though she didn't say more of what. "Faster." 

Madison obeyed the needs of her body as well as Camille's instructions. Her thumb flicked across her clit, while two of her fingers had found their way inside her sweet folds. Her teeth began to grind. Her hips began to rise. She began to moan.

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect..."

The encouraging words inflamed her. Camille had told her that men and women would masturbate over her photographs. Now she was masturbating in front of this sexy woman. Oh, fuck, how hot was that? The thought sent a thrill through her the like of which she'd never felt. Her eyes closed again, tighter this time. 

She needed release...

The sound of her soft moans filled the small studio. She realised she could hear them clearly because the insistent click, click of the camera had stopped. The thought registered with her at the same moment she felt a hand on her legs. 

Looking down, Camille's face was staring up into hers. The woman was on her knees in front of her. Without breaking the gaze, the photographer sexily leaned forward and planted a butterfly kiss on her thigh. Then another. Madison shivered. 

Her tongue flicked out with each soft kiss, and then the Latina was running it steadily upwards along one leg, and then the other. Madison took a deep breath to steady herself. She realised she was still masturbating and stilled the movements, though she kept her trembling hand inside her bikini bottoms. 

Camille's eyes smiled up at her. The sexy woman slid her hands across Madison's tanned flesh towards the ties of the bikini bottom. The brunette's heart beat in her chest as she watched the fingers untie one strap, and then the other. The material fell away, exposing the shaking hand that still covered her pussy.

The Latina licked her lips in encouragement as she reached for Madison's hand. Pulling it upwards, she made a show of taking the juice-covered fingers between her full lips and sucking them clean. 

Madison whimpered. 

Sex with Peaches was one thing but this was something else entirely. This was a relative stranger. A hot one, at that! A voluptuous woman of the world, whose photographic technique had brought the best out of her and taken her arousal to fever pitch.

She swallowed hard as she felt the heat of Camille's breathe on her sex. The other woman's provocative gaze still hadn't left hers. Enjoy it. Another shiver ran through her body. If this was her new life then it was one she intended to embrace with open arms. 

Perhaps her father was right, perhaps she was a slag? 

After all, it was only a couple of hours ago that she'd fingerfucked her best friend in the restaurant's restrooms. Anyone could have walked in. And now she was going to be eaten by someone she'd known less than a day... 

Camille raised one of her legs upwards as she watched helplessly, settling it over her shoulder. The woman's dark eyes at last left hers and gazed at her smooth pussy. It was as if she was admiring a painting, her head tilting one way and then the other. Heat consumed the teenager. A soft smile of approval crossed the Latina's lips as she glanced at her eyes again and nodded once before leaning forward. 

Madison's moan seemed to echo around the small room when she felt the first touch of the dazzling tongue.

Camille lapped softly at first, allowing the teenager to grow accustomed to the feel of her soft tongue. The woman was a classical musician, playing her instrument with wonderful precision. She gently exposed Madison's clit with her finger and then flicked the nub several times with her tongue before licking it softly.

When she drew figure eights around the soft flesh, the young model's moans changed into a series of shuddering little whimpers...

Madison ran her fingers down into that silken brown hair. Her body began to tremble and she couldn't stop it. Her eyes closed to allow her drug-fuelled mind to better savour each new sensation. 

Peaches was good. This woman was masterful.

In the darkness of her mind, every touch was magnified. She felt the very tip of that wonderful tongue flick her clit back and forth. Her whimpers grew louder. Camille's teeth began to tease her aroused petal. Madison bit her lip and began to gently thrust her hips forward into the pleasuring mouth. 

She was standing on the edge of a precipice, savouring the sheer feeling of exhilaration as she was about to fall off and soar into the sky...

Those wonderful fingers spread open her glistening labial lips, allowing the magical tongue to easily slide between her juicy folds. It ran slowly along each side of her baby-smooth lips before dipping inside her. 

"Oh God...!" Madison's hands tightened in her lover's hair. 

Her eyes flickered open to find Camille's dark eyes gazing up at her. She pushed her tongue deeper and slid her face up and down across Madison's wet, swollen lips. Her nose aroused the teenager's clit, massaging it with firm strokes and pushes as she tongue and face-fucked her whimpering young captive.

Madison felt her orgasm grow. Almost without realising it, her clenched fingers were pulling the woman's head into her while her hips were pumping back harder. Her back arched against the wall as she tried to speak. She couldn't. All she could do was send a series of loud moans around the room. 

When she came, the orgasm engulfed her in waves. One after the other crashed through her shuddering body. Her eyes closed again as she attempted to force some breathe from her lungs. Camille had lowered her leg to the floor but she was having trouble standing. She pushed back against the wall to stop herself from falling over while little bolts of electric desire exploded inside her.

The panting teenager had no idea how long she rested there. Her body continued to vibrate and heave and she had to ride out the storm or lose her sanity. 

When the mists finally began to clear, a delicate sheen of sweat covered her body. As her clouded eyes squeezed open, she realised that Camille was naked now. The woman had placed a blanket on the floor and was lying on it, with two more lines of coke cut on the on the small tray beside her. 

"Want some?" she sexily breathed at Madison, licking her finger and running it through the white powder.

The teenager felt herself nodding. She wanted anything and everything. 

"That's good, darling," the Latina sensually grinned. Holding Madison's lustful eyes, she provocatively widened her brown legs, revealing her barely there landing strip. She opened her legs wider and smeared the coke along her smooth, wet labial lips. "Why don't you come and get it..."

***

Peaches took another sip from the large glass of wine and then rested her head back against the curved head of the large Italian Jacuzzi bath. The suite was booked until seven, so why not use it? She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the foamy water and the heady feeling of success. 

A photograph of Ethan and Nate's stupidly grinning faces when she'd reopened the bedroom door was painted across her mind. They'd been kneeling on the bed, one arm around the other's shoulder, jerking their cocks just like she'd insisted. 

The stupid boneheads had even shouted, "Surprise!" 

She had to hand it to the photographer and the guy who was with him—some creep dressed in a trench coat and a hat you saw in old movies. They'd understood immediately when she'd put a finger to her lips. Both men practically tiptoed behind her as she'd taken them to the bedroom. They even understood her 'get ready' gesture as she was about to throw the door open.

The guy with the long lens camera must have got some great shots. He'd fired off one after another as the two boys initially froze in shock, and then raced off the bed, grabbed their clothes, and scurried out of the suite. They were probably still half-bollock naked as they'd raced down the long hotel corridor.

"I'm not sure exactly what's going on," trenchcoat had said to her afterwards. "But I know a setup when I see one. Still, we have some great photos so it looks like we both got what we wanted. Be sure and tell Mr. Kazan that..."

She had. The PR Guru had instructed her to call him as soon as she could and he'd been sufficiently delighted to promise her a little bonus for her efforts.

It seemed The Daily News wouldn't be using Ethan and Nate's stories after all. And if the two boys attempted to find an alternative publisher, the paper would print the photos they'd just taken and run a counter story. They'd be discredited.

A win-win, he'd called it.

She'd removed the film from the camcorder and handed it to the runner he'd sent over. The portable video camera was in her bag. She had no intention of handing it back unless she was specifically asked for it. Why shouldn't she have a keepsake?

The blonde sighed happily to herself as she took another sip from the glass of wine. She'd already consumed half the bottle and the rest would follow before she eventually made her way from the plush suite. 

It had been quite a day...

There was only one remaining problem and she was determined to resolve that immediately. Hooking one foot over the rim of the tub, she positioned the other against the ledge on the wall. One hand cupped her perky right breast, while the other trailed down between her spread legs. Closing her eyes again, she allowed the heat of the moment and her imagination to overtake her... 




Fifteen Minutes Ch. 04



***

Sealing the deal

Jay-Jay Kazan beamed when she arrived in his office. "Just in time," he told her, popping open the champagne and chuckling to himself as it spilled over the two glasses. "Though you are quite late, Madison-baby. It's after seven you know."

"Yes," the breathy girl simply responded. Her session with Camille had considerably overrun but she wasn't complaining. If she hadn't considered herself truly bisexual before, she did now. Afterwards, the beautiful Latina had insisted on exchanging telephone numbers. Madison had never felt so high. 

The photographs, she was told, were exceptional. The sex with Camille had been even better and, reinforced by the champagne and cocaine already in her system; she was feeling like a star. The drug had sent her confidence soaring and if it made her feel this good, she knew it wouldn't be the last time she'd partake.

"Mind you," the silver haired man said, handing her one of the glasses and softly clinking them together. "When Camille finds someone special, her sessions tend to overrun. You should be honoured my dear."

"I... I am..." Madison agreed, taking a sip and hoping he was only talking about the photographs. He couldn't know about the afters, could he? But then, what did she care? She was a free bird, able to do whatever she wanted. 

When he nodded towards the couch, she strutted to it. Wasn't that how models would walk? It made her heart beat a little faster when he sat beside her. He'd always sat one side of his desk and she the other. But she was a client now! It was almost as if he was signifying that things were no longer the same.

"The photographs are hot," he began, his all-seeing eyes homing into hers as he half-shifted to face her. "Or so Camille tells me."

"She called you?" Madison's voice was full of surprise. She'd left the photographer less than an hour ago and Camille had still been naked. She looked so good naked...

"Of course," he answered, sipping at his drink. "People in my employ always keep me informed. That's why I pay them. Do you know what she said?"

The thumping in Madison's heart immediately etched a beat higher. "No..."

"That you're a natural," he complimented her, raising his dark eyebrows and grinning. "The photographs are as hot as any she's taken."

"She did? That's such praise. I—"

"High praise indeed," he agreed. "Camille knows her stuff. Creates the right mood..."

I'm in the mood again right now, she thought, staring into those powerful eyes. His grin was contagious. She leant towards him, not caring that her low cut dress ensured there was a good amount of cleavage on display. She felt comfortable with this man. Not just comfortable. In that expensive dark suit, crisp white shirt and red tie, he looked every inch like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman. 

She loved that movie.

Her big brown eyes conveyed her arousal. Could he tell? It felt like her sessions today with Peaches and Camille had just tapped into her sexual psyche. Dare she make a pass at someone as powerful as Jay-Jay? Her drug-enhanced mind suggested she could do anything. She enjoyed the way his eyes dipped into her healthy cleavage. But what if he didn't find her as attractive as she found him? Or what if he didn't mix business with pleasure? 

She reluctantly decided that any first move would have to come from him.

"You've spoken to Peaches?" he asked, interrupting her thoughts.

The sly smile spreading across her face confirmed that she had. Her best friend had called her a couple of times while she'd been 'busy' with Camille. When she'd eventually returned the calls, Peaches had given her the good news. And had told Madison what she intended doing to her once they'd both returned to her flat... 

"She pulled it off to perfection," he told her. "Those little shits won't get in either of our ways again." 

Madison laughed. They'd got what they deserved. It amazed her how cold she felt towards them. How could they even have considered trying to make money out of her? It felt as if her relationship with Nate was a lifetime away.

"I've been thinking," Jay-Jay murmured, draining the contents of his glass and lazily reaching for the bottle again. He refilled their glasses. "You'll need someone to act as a PA for you. Handle bookings, make arrangements, keep you company. I'd normally assign someone, but it seems to me your friend would be perfect..."

"Peaches... Yes... Absolutely..." Madison's bright eyes widened. Then reality kicked in. "But... she couldn't afford to give up her job..."

The silver haired man's hearty laugh filled the office. "Madison-baby, you are such an innocent. It will be a paid job. Leave the finances to me. That's part of why I get twenty five percent. Ask if she'd like the job. If she does, get her to speak to Lucinda. She'll train her on what needs to be done."

Madison's heart soared. Things were just getting better and better. Throughout everything that had happened, Peaches had been so incredibly supportive. The idea of having her friend constantly by her side going forward was just thrilling...

"Want some more good news?" he asked, his eyes dropping briefly into her deep line of cleavage again. "The Daily News has signed up for your exclusive. Three hundred grand."

"Three hundred..." Madison felt dizzy with shock. Her chest tightened and she breathed through her mouth, taking one deep breath after another. He'd already told her what she was likely to earn, of course. But now... now... this was really going to happen...

When she looked back at the PR Guru, he was grinning.

"Jay-Jay," she stammered, "I... I don't know how to thank you..."

"You don't?" he smiled, running the back of his fingers from her calves up over her knees and out along her thighs. He nodded across at the windows to the outer office. Despite the lateness of the hour, people were still scurrying around. "I have a tradition, Madison-baby. Close those blinds, would you..."

***

Holding her bent over his desk, his trousers around his ankles and his shirt bunched up at his chest, Jay-Jay Kessen let out a deep growl. He clutched her hips as he drove into her, her whimpers of delight acting as an aphrodisiac.

Not that he needed any artificial help. The sexy teenager had voluntarily stripped once she'd closed the blinds. Her hands had gone to the lustrous black hair that fell in waves to her shoulders. Pulling it onto the top of her head, she'd posed for him, allowing his eyes to drink in her beautiful honey-tanned body. Those wonderfully voluptuous breasts with their golden brown nipples had him instantly hard.

She'd known what to expect and had even taken the initiative. She'd leant over the desk without a word, wiggling her sexy ass at him. He fucked her harder, cupping both magnificent breasts, delighting in the way her nipples were rock hard. 

She glanced back at him, her long, black hair hanging over her shoulder. That look of unbridled lust was rife in her deep brown eyes. She was on a permanent high. When they came back from a session with Camille, they usually were.

"Fuck me, Jay-Jay..." the sexy young bitch groaned. "Fuck me..."

Narrowing his eyes, the silver haired man clenched his teeth. How many women had he fucked in this position? Over this very desk, with the blinds closed? Madison's body felt warm and alive and the way she fucked back made the desk rock on its legs. Camille was right, this one was special. 

Maybe her friend Peaches would be, too? He'd have to find out. 

One hand caressed down her hard stomach and between her legs. He rubbed her clit softly beneath his fingers while he squeezed her nipple with his other hand. She reacted as they all did, groaning like an animal in heat and thrusting back harder. By the time the glare of publicity had left her behind and it was time for him to move onto the next young innocent, he'd make sure he'd had his fill.

Her juices soaked his cock as he continued to pump inside her. The sight and feel of her writhing back against him had him close to the edge. He'd expected Madison to be shy. She wasn't. The sexy teenager was revelling in it.

"Oh fuck..." The words tore violently from his throat as he gripped her hair, dragging her head upwards. Fuck, he was close. Her young cunt muscles squeezed his thick cock more tightly. She was bucking back against him so wildly he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer... 

"Come on Jay-Jay!" she mumbled as she looked over her shoulder again. Her deep brown eyes were practically exploding with lust. Sweat covered her pretty face. Fucking this man was the culmination of her dreams. It was sealing the deal. A three hundred thousand pound deal...

He grunted again. "Oh fuckohfuck..."

She increased pace of her backward pumps. She wanted this man's cum and she wanted it now. "Give it to me... give it to me..."

Jay-Jay's clutching fingers wrapped around her dark, black locks as he gave into the inevitable. He yanked her head back, holding it suspended in the air as they stared at one another. When his face registered his impending climax, it was as if they both knew exactly what to do...

Jay-Jay pulled out and Madison spun around, dropping to her knees. 

Her eyes closed and her lips opened as he held his cock over her face. When the dam broke, his hot seed splashed across her young face. A rope of heat struck the bridge of her nose, her cheek... and then her mouth. She closed her lips around his crown to ensure no more escaped, swallowing hard with each jerking burst.

The deal was sealed...



Fifteen Minutes Ch. 05



CHAPTER FIVE — SUCCESS 

Television

Madison knew what to expect. She'd done so many TV talk shows over the last twelve months they no longer daunted her. This would be a typical production, with the studio audience of fifteen to eighteen year-olds all standing in little groups around the set. When the interview got underway, they'd be close enough to touch her.

At one time that had made her nervous, claustrophobic. But after three previous appearances on The Early Breakfast she knew what to expect and enjoyed the youthful enthusiasm generated by the teenage audience. They loved her, after all. In their eyes she could do little wrong.

As soon as she and Peaches stepped out of the limo sent by the TV Company to collect them, the young blonde production assistant greeted them. With her clip board in one hand and the pair of large headphones resting around her neck, she looked every inch the professional.

"Hey girls," she cheerily said as she ushered the two women along the corridor towards the make-up room. "How's it going?"

"Wonderful, Janine," Madison replied, breaking into a smile. "Is everything under control here?"

"Oh, you know," the blonde responded, raising her eyebrows. "Running around in circles trying to make sure we catch up on the time we lost earlier. That's the problem with having a boy band as our first guests. They never know how to behave..."

"Anyone we know?" Peaches asked, pushing through the door to the familiar make-up room.

"Nah." Janine screwed up her face. "They're just out of school and think they've already made it into the big time. I'll leave you with Goldie for now. Got to get back..."

"My favourite customers," the red haired girl smiled, pulling a seat out for Madison as the production assistant departed. "It's nice to see someone normal. All I've had lately are prima donnas."

"We can do that," Peaches laughed, perching herself on the long counter beside her friend's seat. "Where's the champagne and caviar?"

Goldie grinned. "I finished it before you got here. You're on set in half an hour, so I thought I'd remove temptation. I have water though..."

"Perfect," Madison smiled as she accepted the small bottle from the girl's outstretched hand. Plenty of fluids beforehand—she'd learned that trick at her first interview. Because of the early start, she hadn't applied any make up. Besides, who needed to when this girl was such a perfectionist? "Okay, make me beautiful..."

The three laughed and then chatted for a while as Goldie performed her magic. It didn't take the redhead long to complete her task. Peaches nodded approvingly.

"Fancy doing me when Maddy's being interviewed?" she asked with a grin. The way Goldie had subtly accentuated her best friend's high cheekbones was a work of art. "Failing that we want to hire you to come to the house and do us every morning."

"I've told you before," the redhead said, glancing out of the corner of her eye as she began to brush out Madison's long black hair. "I'll do you anytime, Peaches..."

Madison rolled her eyes. Peaches and Goldie always flirted during their visits to the TV studio. Quite why it had never gone beyond that surprised her. After all, neither she nor her friend had exactly become angels over the last twelve months. Booze, drugs and sex were all part of their newfound lifestyle. 

"What about me?" she teasingly asked, twisting in her seat to appraise the two young women. Other men were out of bounds since she'd met Ralph, but women were fair game...

"Yeah, Goldie! What about Maddy?" Peaches grinned, arching her eyebrows. Sitting forward, she made a show of deliberately uncrossing and then crossing her shapely legs. The short skirt rode further up her thighs. As she'd expected, both women couldn't resist checking her out. 

"The whole world wants to do you, Maddy," the cute make-up girl replied, after a slight hesitation. It was as if she was unsure as to how far she could go. She was actually blushing. "And I'm no different..." 

"She's unbelievable in bed," Peaches softly giggled, taking advantage of the moment. "But so am I. And its ages since we've had a threesome..."

Although the jocular atmosphere mood, there was no denying that a sexual edge had crept into the atmosphere. Before any of them had time to progress it, the sharp knock broke the brief silence. 

Janine poked her head around the door. "Time to perform, Maddy. You up for it?"

"Not as much as these two," the brunette quipped, gracefully easing herself to her feet. She made her way to the door and then glanced back over her shoulder. "Be good..."

***

Perched on the high stool beside the breakfast bar, Madison was in her element. The young audience around her had cheered and applauded enthusiastically as she'd been introduced and walked onto the set. All they'd done so far was to get the formalities out of the way and yet they were already in a positive mood.

"It's been an unreal year," she agreed, in answer to Pete Thomson's first question. 

The long-haired young interviewer had become well known on both television and radio, scoring highly with his zany, irreverent sense of humour. He was incredibly popular with the younger generation. The short spell he'd spent in prison for drug related offences had also, curiously, helped him establish a cult following. Pete Thomson didn't much care for 'the establishment'. It was another reason why the kids loved him.

"It's been a dream come true," she continued, smiling contentedly at the young audience around her. "Sometimes I need to pinch myself."

"Madison Cooper needs to pinch herself," Thomson quipped, looking around the small studio. "Hands up who'd like to help..."

Another cheer went up.

"See me later," Madison grinned at the youngsters. "But seriously, Pete, it was only twelve months ago today that I spent a night in a prison cell..."

"I know all about that sort of thing," Thomson said, nodding at the audience. His criminal background was well known. More cheers.

Madison laughed at the interviewer. "And here I am, twelve months later, appearing on your wonderful programme again. Like I said, it's unreal."

"Okay," Thomson said, tapping his knee with his cue cards. "Let's review the year. First, there's been the glamour modelling. You're now the UK's best known model. More so than Kelly Brook, Gemma Atkinson, Keeley Hazel, Louise Glover, Lucy Pinder—as much as we love all of those babes."

"They're all wonderful..." Madison began, but Thomson was warming to his theme.

"No false modesty, please." He turned to the young audience and held out his hands, as if asking for agreement. It brought another round of cheers. "There," he told her, nodding in confirmation. "It's official. You've recently launched a new lingerie range..."

"I'm very proud of that."

"And so you should be," Thomson acknowledged. He turned to the audience again. "Hands up anyone who's wearing something from the Madison range..."

The brunette giggled as a good portion of the audience raised an arm.

"See," he said, turning to allow the camera to capture his cheeky grin. "Half of the girls here are wearing something of yours and if I'm not mistaken, one or two of the guys are, too." Cheers ran around the studio. He turned back to the camera and wiggled his eyebrows. "Including me..."

More laughter rang out. It was just the sort of adolescent humour for which Thomson was famed. It went down a storm with the young teenagers.

"Now then, Madison," he continued, leaning an elbow on the breakfast bar and pretending to whisper. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

She nodded. You never knew quite what was coming from the interviewer, but he'd never embarrassed her yet. "Anything, Pete..."

"You have a boyfriend."

"Ralph. Yes."

"A Premier League footballer."

Madison smiled bashfully. "Yes."

Thomson grinned at the audience before wiggling his brows at the camera again. "And yet... you're just about every hot blooded male's wet dream. How does that make you feel?"

She smiled and took a sip from the glass of orange juice on the bar beside them. It was true. God, she'd come such a long way. Frankie Dennis had called her a slag in that police station a year ago. Her father had told her she was a slut.

Well, who was having the last laugh? She'd made a career out of her sexuality. 

Back then, she couldn't believe she was actually dancing in a hot club like Goodfella's with celebrities around her. Now, she was a celebrity in her own right. She'd turned from being a naïve, innocent into a confident young woman who was at ease on TV, radio, or when making one of her many personal appearances. How times had changed...

"It makes me feel..." she began.

***

"Very good," Peaches whispered, her narrowed eyes flicking towards the small television screen in the corner of the make-up room. Madison was giving her usual unassuming yet flirty performance in front of the camera. But it wasn't her best friend's abilities her words were aimed at. It was the woman on her knees in front of her.

She reached down to touch the young woman's face, stroking her soft skin. A second hand ran through her red hair. Madison hadn't been out of the room for more than a minute when Goldie had locked the door and turned back to the blonde. She'd yanked her small red tank top over her head and then released her bra. Her tits were small but eminently suckable. 

Peaches had obliged.

The make-up artist pushed the blonde into the chair Madison had so recently vacated. When she'd dragged Peaches' black g-string down her legs, not a single word had been spoken between them. Until now...

Peaches purred, pulling the redhead's sassy, short hair away from her forehead so that she could better see the tongue was working on her. The sexy girl was proving her expertise extended beyond the art of make-up.

"FFFFF—fuck...!" the blonde mumbled, trying but not quite managing to keep her cries within the privacy of the room. She lifted her hips from the chair as Goldie's tongue did some delicious things to her clit. They'd quickly passed the teasing, foreplay stage. This was hardcore.

She gripped the red hair more tightly as she began to rotate her hips.

Fuck, that was good...

"Goldie..." she mumbled, beginning to warn the girl that she was close. "Goldie..." 

The girl added a couple of fingers to the mix. They curled inside her.

Peaches' body jerked. "Goldie... Goldie..." She couldn't get passed the word.

The redhead's fingers found her g-spot. Her tongue swirled around her clit. Peaches had no chance. Flexing her long legs, she jammed Goldie's sweet mouth tightly against her as the orgasm burst. She grinded one last time into the pleasuring face before screeching out her climax, no longer caring if they were overheard or not...

***

"Calendars," Pete Thomson was saying. "Who has a Madison calendar?"

Arms shot up into the air again. Cheers accompanied the motions, some louder than others just in case one of the several cameras caught their expressions. The Early Breakfast programme was big on capturing their audience's reaction.

"Everyone here," the interviewer exaggerated, turning back to Madison and glancing down at his cue cards. "Now," he softly said, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret between the two of them. "I have it on good authority that your calendar sales have exceeded a million?"

Madison gave him and the audience her most unassuming smile. "Well, so I'm told..."

Thomson turned to the camera again, slowly nodding his head. He half covered his mouth with the cue cards, as if he was confidentially whispering to the person next to him, rather than speaking to the millions of viewers. "Hear that, folks? Over a million calendars sold."

"I'm very pleased—" Madison began.

The grinning interviewer interrupted her. "I should say that's an understatement. I don't have this calendar, of course. But I'm told that March is special."

Madison laughed.

"And so is June, August, October and December..."

The young audience joined in with the laughter. Thomson sent a deadpan stare at the camera before covering his mouth with the cue cards again. "Mind you," he spoke into the lens, "my personal favourite is July."

"Your personal favourite?" Madison repeated, grinning over her shoulder at the laughing teenagers behind her.

"Yep!"

"But you don't have the calendar..."

"Nope," Thomson slowly drawled, pursing his lips in mock seriousness. "But my girlfriend has. She thinks you're as hot as I do..."

The audience cheered. Madison's grin widened. "I've met Joanne. I think she's pretty hot, too..."

Thomson wiggled his eyebrows at the camera again and the young audience shouted their approval. "How many women here think that Madison is hot?"

The thunderous cheers filled the small room. Thompson nodded slowly again as he looked back at his guest. "I rest my case."

"The best thing," Madison said, waiting for a moment for the noise to die down. "Is that ten per cent from every calendar sale goes to one of my charities. That's one of the things that makes all this so worthwhile..."

She smiled humbly as Thomson held his hands high over his head and led the applause. Jay-Jay had told her to make sure she got that point in. Not that she'd needed to be told. She was becoming an expert at this sort of thing.

***

Lunch

Ralph watched Madison cut the lines of coke as he lounged on the bed. She flaunted her naked body, still covered in a light sheen of sweat from the power-fuck she'd just given him. Straightening up, she held the platter of white powder at shoulder height, like a waitress, and sashayed across the room. They were supposed to be having lunch together, but they'd spent the last hour fucking.

She'd met the footballer at one of her personal appearances six months ago. Whereas his teammates had been over the top and very touchy feely, Ralph had been more reserved. He'd treated her like a woman rather than a sex object. They'd seen one another later that week, and again the next night. That had been the first time they'd made love. 

They didn't make love any longer—they fucked. Like animals. It was so hot!

Sitting beside him on the bed, Madison took her hit from the tray with an exaggerated flare of her nostrils. When she held out the straw, Ralph dutifully accepted it. She ran her hand through his thick locks as he snorted his line. The drug enhanced their already overflowing libidos. The first time she'd used coke with him, he'd objected. He was a footballer, he'd told her. Footballers didn't take drugs. 

It hadn't taken her long to win him round. Sex was so much better when they were high. 

"Well, babe," she murmured, the thrill of the cocaine bursting through her senses. She slipped an arm around his shoulder and slowly licked along his neck. He loved that. "My boyfriend is going to be an England international?"

"Being called up to the squad doesn't guarantee anything," he said, though the smile on his face confirmed his delight. He'd told her often enough of his dreams. With the goals he'd been scoring lately, he was certain to play in the match at some stage. They always looked to try out new faces in a friendly game.

"We both know that isn't true," she whispered, taking his earlobe between her teeth and pulling down on it. Her excitement was contagious. It had only been a few minutes since they'd fucked and he was growing hard again. "My baby's going to be a star. More champagne?"

Plucking the bottle from the nightstand beside them, he pushed her flat onto her back. "Yeah. I want to celebrate..."

Madison let out a squeal of delight as she adjusted the back of her long black hair so that it fanned out on the pillow underneath her head. Ralph was pouring some bubbly onto her neck and it felt deliciously cold. Her body shivered as he dipped his head and lapped at the fizzy liquid as it slid down her smooth skin.

"Yeah, baby..."

He poured more of the drink on her, this time across her breasts. Even as Madison squealed again, his mouth and tongue were following the sticky trail. 

She groaned in delight again, her hands gripping his trademark long locks as he pleasured one wet nipple then the other. She curled her legs around his thigh so that she could rub her slippery pussy against him. Ralph was content to allow her to pleasure herself, pressing against her as he suckled on her breasts. But just as she rubbed herself towards a climax, he swung his body away. 

She moaned in frustration. Not for long. 

Picking up the bottle again, the footballer covered her smooth mound in champagne. Slipping both hands under her ass, he lifted the brunette to his lips.

"Ohfuck... ohfuck..." She came with the first sweep of his tongue, gripping his hair as she pushed her pussy upwards into the lapping mouth.

He didn't let up, slurping at the combination of champagne and juices from her smooth shaven folds. A jerking orgasm ran through her as he sucked in her drenched clit, rolling the little bud around the inside of his mouth before chewing on it. She came again before twisting away.

Reaching out for his cock, she spread her legs. "That was so good, babe," she told him, stroking his hardness across her sweet, wet folds. "But I need this thing inside me. Then Maddy's gonna take you to heaven." 

He slid home easily, just like he cut through opposing defences. She thought of all the men in the world who'd like to do this with her—of all the men and women who slavered over her photographs and her calendar... who wanked themselves silly at the mere sight of her. 

It was such a turn on. Sometimes she'd finger herself at just the thought...

"FUCK!" The expletive tore from her throat as the images in her mind brought on another climax. How many had she had already? The heady cocktail of champagne and drugs sent her flying higher and higher. When she was like this, there was no satisfying her. She shifted angle, so that his cock brushed her clit. Fuck, she loved that! His mouth dipped to suck on her breasts. 

She moaned, curling a foot around his back. His cock edged deeper. "Good boy," she panted. "You like fucking your hot glamour model?"

"Hell, yes," he grunted, playing her little game. It always aroused her further when he played along and he loved the benefits it gave...

Her other leg reached up around his back, digging into the top of his ass with her heels. He sunk in another couple of inches. She gave him the pussy ripple.

"Fuck. Oh fuck..." he grunted.

"But we already are," she teased, giving him the ripple again. She could feel his throbbing cock react inside her. 

"You like that, babe?" she asked, gripping the back of his hair and pulling his head up. His aroused eyes found hers. "D'you like that?"

When she rippled again, his hands slid under her and squeezed her hard ass. She moaned, loving the way he reacted to her words. 

"Come on Ralph," she encouraged. "You can do better than that. Fuck your baby..."

He began to pound her harder. Every part of her body could feel him begin to jackhammer inside her. His cock—his hard, footballers cock—hit parts of her that he hadn't achieved for a while. He was grunting hard. The bed had begun to bounce underneath them. Sweat dripped down his face. He was close... 

"C'mon, babe," she encouraged, raking her fingers down his spine. They dug into his flesh, drawing blood. "C'mon..."

His body began to tremble. She recognised it, knew what it meant. It wouldn't be long now. Not long at all. One hand gripped the back of his head and pulled his face to hers. She kissed him deeply and then stared into his eyes.

"Cum, baby," she grunted. "Cum inside me..." 

It took only one more pussy ripple for him to go off, groaning deeply as he released inside her. "Oh fucccccckkkkkkk....."





Fifteen Minutes Ch. 05



Madison's drug fuelled eyes narrowed in ecstatic pleasure. He was firing inside her, burst after burst of sticky cum filling her up. His toned body was jerking with each release, and his teeth were biting down on her shoulder. 

If she gave it half an hour, he'd be ready to go again...

***

Jay-Jay Kazan moaned happily. 

After what had been a quiet couple of years, the last twelve months had been phenomenal. His earnings in that time exceeded any single year since he'd established his agency and his slightly tarnished reputation had been repaired. He was back at the top of the tree.

It was all down to his business astuteness, of course. Discovering someone like Madison Cooper and turning her into an overnight success required skills of the highest order. Yet the silver haired man conceded that the extent of her success had taken him by surprise. The naïve innocence of her personality, combined with the sexiness of her body, had struck an instant chord with the great British public.

It all hung on the way he'd enhanced her story, of course—a young teenager, abandoned by her parents and subsequently taken advantage of by one of TV's best known soap stars... 

How could they fail?

He moaned again and stroked the girl's short blonde hair as her mouth worked on him. "That's it baby. Like that..."

This girl was fucking good, though to be fair, he'd had plenty of opportunity to show her what he enjoyed most. Fuck! There was that rolling of her tongue again. Closing his eyes, he sighed contentedly. 

Madison had turned into a gold mine. He'd known the money they could earn from selling her story, personal appearances, and photo shoots for the lads' mags. But what he hadn't anticipated were all the spin off opportunities. She'd become so popular they'd even been able to successfully promote her brand of lingerie and—within the next couple of months—her own perfume.

His expectation of a six months tops lifespan for her popularity had proven way off the mark. Even better, there were no signs of it abating. The producers of I'm a Celebrity had already made contact with him, as had the people involved with Celebrity Big Brother.

The twenty-year old had become a phenomenon. More so than any other client he'd ever been involved with. Mind you, this girl had savvy. Under his tutelage, she'd learnt the celebrity ropes very quickly. Most celebrities were manipulated by the press and burnt themselves out achieving their fifteen minutes of fame. It was the other way around with this girl. 

She'd understood very quickly how to use the media to her advantage.

If anything, Peaches had understood the ropes even more quickly. Lucinda had given the girl a crash course in every aspect of working with a celebrity and she'd picked up the lessons with an impressive ease. She was streetwise, that one. She was a great cocksucker, too. The little bitch had arrived unannounced today, drawn the blinds of his office and unzipping him without even a word. 

He stared down at her as she slurped off his hard cock. Her hand continued to jerk him as she licked around his crown. Those teasing blue eyes grinned upwards. 

Without a word, she rose to her feet and dragged up her black tank top to expose her perky breasts. Jay-Jay's hungry gaze devoured them for a few moments before he took each of the erect, deep pink nipples between his lips. His mouth moved back and forth between both breasts and his hand slid under her skirt. 

As he'd expected, she wasn't wearing panties. 

The two fingers he worked inside had her gasping and she shuddered when she came. He continued to suck her tits as her hips continued to hump his hand until, satisfied, she sunk to her knees and took his erection between her soft lips again. 

Jay-Jay grunted as he placed one large hand on the back of her head, tightening it in her soft blonde locks as she began to mouth-fuck him again. This time there was no effort to tease and work him into a harder state. She'd already gone that route. She wanted her reward and they both knew it wouldn't be delayed for long. 

His shaft pushed against her throat as she slid her bow-like lips all the way down to the base. He grunted again as her eyes danced upwards into his, telling him he couldn't resist. She left his hardness with a slurp and widened her mouth around each testicle. Sucking gently from one to the other, his grip in her hair tightened. 

The sexy, fucking bitch knew exactly what that did to him...

Then she was on the move again, never still. Her lips and tongue gently ran around his purple crown. Looking upwards into his eyes, she spat onto his thick shaft and worked the spit into his skin. Taking just the head between her lips, one hand stroked his glistening length and the other cupped his testicles. She paused for a split second, allowing him to catch his breath before deep-throating him again.

Jay-Jay's body jerked as his thick seed surged into her greedy mouth. Her soft lips took every last burst, her head pumping on his shaft until he had nothing left to give. Only then did she look up, grinning as she slowly licked and cleaned the PR Guru's diminishing manhood.

"Thanks for lunch," she told him as she rose to her feet.

***

The photo shoot

"Can life get any better than this?" Peaches asked, sipping at her vodka martini. It was a vast departure from her usual choice of drink, but that's what they were serving on the yacht. It was their home for the day. It fitted the ambience perfectly. So did the blue haltered bikini that matched the colour of her eyes. It looked devastating on her athletic body. 

She and Madison had flown first class to the Male International Airport two days ago and had enjoyed their time relaxing at and around the Centara Grand Island Resort & Spa. Located on the South Ari Atoll in the republic of Maldives, the new five star resort was beyond even their wildest imaginations. 

Two young women from Newtown, hobnobbing with the rich on one of the most exclusive islands that Europe had to offer...

After today's photo shoot, they had another couple of days booked in and would use the time to explore the fabled sunken ship wreck, and take advantage of what were described as the top dive spots in the Maldives. And sunbathe, of course.

"It's unbelievable," Madison said, sipping from her own martini. Their position on the top of the luxury yacht was ideal for looking out across the sea. The soft breeze added to the moment as it serenely made its majestic way through the blue waters. 

The photo shoot and holiday came all expenses paid from the Girls Today magazine, seeking to propel itself to the top of the lads' mags by using the phenom that was Madison Cooper as part of their launch. The brunette's outfit was perfect for the photo shoot. The little cream, thong bikini displayed her body to perfection, accompanied by her matching gold waist chain and black heels. 

Camille was busy setting up 'things' on the deck below them, though they'd be taking shots from every location on the yacht. The dark haired photographer looked hot, too, in her black bikini top and tight pair of tailored white shorts. They hadn't had much of an opportunity to catch up yet as the Latina had only arrived that morning. The three of them were heading out for dinner tonight at one of the resort's most expensive restaurants. 

Then afterwards...

Her body shivered at the thought. She was looking forward to the reunion and Peaches had already explained in detail exactly what she wanted to do to the sexy photographer.

"Thirteen months ago we were two innocent teenagers," the blonde said, linking arms with her as they stared into the beautiful distance. "Whatever happened?"

"You were never innocent," Madison giggled. The two girls burst out laughing. 

"True," her friend agreed. "But I knew a lot less then than I do now. Just think back to Ethan and Nate. And our nights at Goodfella's. Remember how badly you felt when I picked you up from the police station? The world was coming to an end then. Look at us now."

"Look at us now," Madison wistfully repeated. She thought back to what had happened. Finishing her relationship with Nate, meeting Frankie, spending the night in a cell, being confronted by a photographer when they'd opened her door. She'd felt almost hysterical at the time. It seemed like yesterday and yet, in other ways, it felt like such a long time ago.

Now, she had more money than she'd ever have dreamed possible. She was recognised wherever she went. Her relationship with Ralph was six months old. Her life had changed in so many ways and throughout it all, the one constant was Peaches. That meant so much to her. She and her best friend were even more inseparable now than ever.

***

"You should have been a model," Peaches told Camille during a break in the shoot. She'd been flirting with the Latina throughout the last couple of hours. They'd completed the shots inside the cabin and were now on the lower deck.

"Really?" the smiling woman replied, sipping at her drink. Water only during the shoot, she'd insisted. There'd be plenty of time for alcohol later. As for cocaine—there were no such restrictions. They'd all imbibed earlier and Camille was in the process of cutting another three rows. "And why's that?"

"That body," Peaches sexily murmured, not the least bit bashful. She sat down next to the photographer and allowed her right hand to stray along the woman's thigh. "It's perfect. I mean, look at you and Maddy. How on earth did you both get tits like those? It's so unfair..."

Camille laughed, teasingly opening her brown legs a fraction. The Latina loved another woman taking the initiative almost as much as she enjoyed the seduction of an innocent. Madison had been naïve that very first time, though much less so ever since. Peaches was the opposite. The thought of making love to both the brunette and her sexy friend tonight was intoxicating.

"Maddy wasn't exaggerating about you," Peaches continued, staring into the woman's dark eyes. Her fingers danced higher, sliding across the inside of Camille's thigh. "She tells me everything..."

"Peaches!" Madison was already blushing. When her friend was half drunk and half stoned like this she had no limits.

Camille smiled reassuringly. It would take a lot more than a twenty-year old to faze her, even if she was a sexy, self confident little blonde. She wetted her finger with her tongue and scooped some of the white powder onto the tip. "Here, honey," she said to Peaches. "Open up..."

She slipped the finger into the blonde's open mouth, caressing narcotic across her gums. She rubbed slowly, turning the movement into a sexual act. Peaches hand left Camille's leg and took hold of her wrist, holding it while she provocatively sucked on the finger. 

The photographer smiled into the blonde's dreamy eyes, watching closely as they reflected the different colours exploding in the twenty-year old's head. She could hear her heavy breaths and soft growls, like the purring of a petted cat. 

"That's good," Peaches murmured. The sea air had taken on a sharper, more vibrant quality and even with the sunglasses it seemed much brighter.

Camille nodded satisfactorily. She'd give Madison some coke in a moment but first she had plans for the blonde. Let her know who was in control. "Time for you to get back on the lounger while Madison and I resume..." 

"Already?" 

"Already," Camille grinned, taking Peaches arm and leading her across the few steps to the white lounger. As the blonde unsteadily sat, a quick flick of her wrist had the tie at the neck of the blonde's bikini free. She pulled it away, allowing it to flutter down onto the hot deck surface. "Here, let me get you comfortable. Some oil, I think."

She already had the bottle of sun tan lotion in her and poured a good portion into her palms. Peaches groaned as she smoothly rubbed the oil into her washboard flat waist. She ran her hands upwards to the undersides of the small, perky breasts and then back down to the top of her bikini bottoms. 

Peaches caught them in her own hands and yanked them onto her tits. The prone girl moaned softly as Camille spread her palms and rotated them against her hard pink nipples. The feeling complimented the chemical high. 

Her libido was in overdrive... 

"Oh fuck," she grunted, pulling a hand away so that she could raise her sunglasses onto the top of her blonde hair. Her narrowed eyes squinted at the Latina. 

"Tonight," Camille promised, leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on those bow like lips. For a few moments she teetered on the edge of temporarily suspending the shoot and starting the threesome there and then. Common sense prevailed. She pulled herself back up to her feet and picked up the platter of cocaine as she glanced across at Madison. "Right now, I have more photographs to take..."

***

"That's hot!" Peaches exclaimed for the umpteenth time since Camille had recommenced shooting. Lying on the warm deck, she was naked except for the small bikini bottoms.

The brown haired Latina smiled happily. Their position on the top of the yacht was the best location yet. Madison was posing with her back to the lens, nude but for the small bikini bottoms that clung sexily to her hard buttocks. The photographer had rested her hands on the rail, facing the sea, but had arranged her face so that she looked back at the camera lens over her shoulder.

"It is," she agreed, winking at the blonde before swinging back to her model. "Yes. Just like that, Maddy," she said, clicking away. "But open that mouth just a little more... flick your tongue across your lips... think sex..."

"She always does," Peaches shouted, sending a girlish laugh into the sea air.

Madison's grinning eyes flicked sideways and then back to the camera. Her bikini-clad body was uncomfortably twisted like a contortionist, but you couldn't tell that from her expression.

"Hold that pose. Exactly like that!" The attractive Latina tossed her glossy hair as she changed angle with each shot. "Now, turn around. Face the camera. A million eyes are looking at you, darling. Flaunt those boobies..."

Madison perched precariously on the edge of the rail and then self confidently thrust her tits out. Impervious to the forces of gravity and crowned by the golden brown nipples, she looked every man's wet dream. 

"Oh yeah..." Peaches raised her drink into the air to toast the sexy new pose. The way the sea wind rippled through Madison's black hair added to the shot. "Love that..."

"More," Camille told her model, firing off shot after shot. "Do what comes naturally."

The brunette struck a carefree pose. Hands on hips, head thrown back, full breasts jutting. She strutted a couple of yards one way along the rail and then the other. It gave the photographer different angles to work with. It wasn't just the uninhibited way she posed. She gave herself completely to the camera. It amazed her how all this came so naturally now.

"Perfect. Perfect..."

Following the movement in the corner of her eye, Madison glanced across at Peaches. Her blonde friend had one hand was inside her bikini bottoms as she watched the shoot. She was slowly and languidly rubbing herself without even a hint of embarrassment. 

"Yes, that look..." Camille shouted, capturing the arousal in Madison's eyes as she watched Peaches masturbate. "Keep giving me that!" 

How could she not? Peaches was moaning now. The sight of her best friend, lying on her back on the deck, legs apart, made her feel weak at the knees. It was frustrating. She felt like she was in a blue movie but being denied the sex. Tonight couldn't come soon enough, she thought, feeling the blush rise up her body.

***

Whenever Madison closed her eyes, she found herself being hurled through a multicoloured tunnel at breakneck speeds. It was as close as she'd ever come to flying, and it felt better than she'd ever imagined. Whatever those tablets were that Camille procured, she'd have to get some back in London.

When she opened her eyes and the luxury suite materialized before her, she experienced a brief bit of vertigo. Things were still moving quickly in her peripheral vision, but she found she could focus on what was directly in front of her.

And that was a delicious sight all by itself.

Camille and Peaches writhed in a tangled mess of damp, naked flesh. The photographer was on her side, facing Madison. Her legs were scissored between Peaches' thighs, grinding against the young woman's.

Madison watched the Spanish woman's breasts bounce and sway as threw her head back and moaned out an orgasm. Peaches twisted, humping her smooth mound along Camille's sex, teasing her clit with the other woman's narrow landing strip.

As the glamour model crawled across the bed, she felt lighter than air. Like someone with soft hands was helping her along. She eased right up against Camille's curvy body and silenced her moans with a wet kiss. Lights popped and fly as she closed her eyes again. She didn't want to open them anymore.

She felt fingers pawing at her pussy. Index and middle finger, rubbing sharp circles across her clit. The lights began to pulse and surge. They grew brighter. Her French kiss became more demanding. Harder. She jammed her tongue down Camille's throat. The fingers on her flesh intensified as well. No longer just rubbing, but slapping. Patting. Flicking her clit as the pleasure bordered on pain.

She reclined on the bed, pulling her mouth away as a cry tore from her throat. Camille followed her, the woman's sensual tongue tracing her neck, her shoulder, the outer swell of her breast. As soon as she felt the tip circle her golden nipple, all the lights behind her eyes went white. It was like staring into a nuclear explosion.

When she came to she was fully on her back, and Camille's mouth had been joined by Peaches. She opened her eyes and watched her beautiful lovers suckle her nipples. As if sensing her gaze, they turned and looked at her. Their eyes were smiling.

"Having fun?" Camille asked throatily.

Madison simply nodded. She didn't trust herself to speak. She wasn't sure that she could. Peaches giggled, shooting a glance at the photographer. "If she's half as fucked up as I am, then you don't have to ask."

The older woman returned the laugh. Madison watched as she reached out and drew her blonde friend in for a deep, lingering kiss. Once upon a time, she'd resisted Peaches offers of experimentation. Now, she couldn't remember why she had...

"Come on," Camille said at last. "Let's show Maddy here what it's really like to be pampered..."

***

The auction 

Jay-Jay Kazan could smell the money in the large room. The all-male charity auction event was held every year at the Dorchester, but after a wonderfully successful few years was treading water. 

The function was unique in so far that it allowed captains of industry—invariably CEO's or MD's who entertained their top clients and paid for the evening from their marketing budgets—to enjoy the company of a celebrity for the whole of the evening. Once the clock struck eight, the auction got underway and the 'paid for' celebrity would remain with their table until the event closed in the early hours. 

All that was required from the 'purchased' celebrities—apart from staying power—was to do what came naturally. Some of the hosts, who'd paid thousands for their table of twelve, traditionally went for the comedians. Others would bid for the sportsmen or women, while others preferred the raconteurs. 

But tonight, there was one prize that interested them all.

The advance publicity emphasising Madison's attendance as one of the celebrities to be auctioned had thrown the event a lifeline. Last year, a third of the tables had remained unsold and the TV cameras hadn't even bothered to attend. The unappealing outcome had been that, after all costs were deducted, the charity involved had done little more than break even.




Fifteen Minutes Ch. 05



This year was different. Interest had built in the weeks leading up to the bash and all tables had been sold. The event was being covered by television again. Other celebrities, who'd been reluctant to put themselves up for a function that was going downhill, had suddenly been attracted again.

Madison's enormous popularity had made the difference. She and Jay-Jay were agreed that it was great publicity for her, especially as the PR Guru had signed an exclusive with a weekly magazine to publish photographs. That was another thirty grand in the bank. Plus another twenty thousand that the organisers were paying them in what had proven to be a successful attempt to revive their declining fortunes. For them, it had been money well spent. 

For Jay-Jay and Madison, it had been a masterstroke.

***

Putting Madison up first for auction was essential. Otherwise tables would have delayed bidding for other celebrities in the hope of capturing the main prize. Names were drawn out of a hat, of course—or in this case, out of a glittering glass ball. It added drama to the evening and prevented any perceived insults from celebrities who'd been placed down the order. 

But as arranged beforehand—by a sleight of hand that even David Copperfield would have been proud of—it was the glamour model's name that had miraculously first emerged.

The audience quieted as the organiser proudly held the card containing her name above his head, so that everyone present—apart from those in the know—could see that everything was above board. From his position behind the large wooden podium, the smooth master of ceremonies waited for the murmurs to die down before holding his arm out towards the side of the stage.

It was the cue for the chosen celebrity to walk onto the stage.

The cheers and catcalls reminded Madison of one of her TV appearances on The Early Breakfast. Despite the older and much more sophisticated nature of the audience, it seemed that boys would be boys the world over. Or in this case, men would be men. Rich men. 

She'd hoped to persuade Ralph to join her, but as he was in Hungary gaining his second cap for England, he had other more important matters to attend to.

Naturally enough, the brunette had dressed specifically for the occasion. The light, sequined cream dress was a little more sophisticated than for other personal appearances, but still short enough to just barely conceal the tops of her thigh high black stockings. It bounced and fluttered about her long legs with each long, confident stride. And the plunging neckline displayed her healthy cleavage so well. 

She'd ensured she'd be a prize worth winning...

"Our very first auction, folks," the austere organiser cried, resting his hands on the wooden podium in front of him. Once the cheers died away, he held up a card. "I have details of each celebrity to read out before you bid," he explained, then tore the card in two with a flourish and threw it over his head. "In this case all I have to say is... give us a twirl, Madison."

The brunette shot the audience the innocent yet sexy smile she'd perfected. Twirling in her black heels as she was instructed, the cool air sneaked up her legs as it was released through the small grate. The Marilyn Monroe effect they'd created was delivered to perfection. Madison gave a mock look of shock and pretended to push the bottom of her dress back into place, but not before it fluttered upwards to fully display her skimpy cream thong and the tops of her stockings.

"I think that says it all, gentlemen," the master of ceremonies grinned as the young girl completed the three hundred and sixty degree turn. The seemingly natural yet choreographed action turned the volume of noise up several notches. He took Madison's hand and waited until the cheers, whistles and catcalls began to settle before continuing. "Everyone is aware that all proceeds from tonight's charity auction go to the prevent child abuse foundation and that the PCA is a really great cause. So don't hold back. Who'll start the bidding?"

***

At forty-five, Jonathon Roberts was the undoubted king of television chat shows. Had he deigned to lower himself, he would have brought a considerable amount for this auction. Instead, it suited him just fine to be a guest at one of the tables—especially when that table had 'purchased' Madison Cooper for the evening.

He'd watched the young woman carefully as the night had progressed. She knew how to handle herself. After the expansive meal, the glamour model had made a point of dutifully dancing with most of the men in their group. From what he'd been able to see, she'd put up with the incessantly wandering hands throughout. 

It was an impressively mature approach in one so young—always keep your fans happy! Their table host had paid a vast amount for her in the auction, after all.

Only the blonde twins had fetched anything like the money that had been bid for Madison. They'd been a late addition when swine flu had hit one of the comedians. Although they'd appeared on Britain's Got Talent, their main claim to fame appeared to be the fact they wore very little. He'd have to check them out at some stage, but for now he had the delicious looking young brunette on his mind.

"They tell me you're about to launch a new perfume," he murmured, helping himself to more wine. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," Madison smiled sweetly, shaking her head politely when he offered to refill her glass. "Everything has gone so well this year that we thought it would be fun to test the market."

"Fun," the chat show king repeated. Youngsters nowadays had some interesting ways of expressing themselves. Everything this girl touched had turned to gold lately and he had no doubts that her own perfume would add to the small empire she was building. And she thought of it as 'fun'. "Indeed," he smiled. "I assume you have a promotional tour arranged?"

"We have several marketing outlets lined up, Jonathon and—"

"No, no," he interjected, waving a hand in the air. "I don't mean advertising. I'm sure your people have that strategy carefully worked out. I'm talking about personal appearances, interviews, that sort of thing."

"Jay-Jay's putting a plan together..."

"Ah, yes. Mr. Kazan. How is the rogue?"

Madison laughed, although it was difficult to tell from Roberts' blank face whether he approved of the PR Guru or not. "He's doing well, thank you," she noncommittally answered, pushing a stray lock of black hair away from her eyes.

"Far be it from me to offer advice to someone so young and beautiful," he continued, not caring to disguise the fact that his gaze had dipped into her low cleavage. If anything, she leant further towards him. Smart girl! "But what you need is a headline appearance. Somewhere you're guaranteed a large audience. And dare I say a different demographic to that which you've been able to attract..." 

His glance stayed on her wonderfully full breasts as he paused and sipped at his wine. That heavy tanned cleavage was exquisite and when the little tease leant a little further forward—like that—he caught just a glimpse of nipple. His cock flexed.

"Are you really suggesting...?" the attractive brunette hurriedly asked, her gleaming brown eyes betraying her excitement.

Roberts smiled that superior smile of his. The one that said all things are possible. He'd already spent some time earlier in the evening explaining to the young woman just how successful his chat show was. Not that it should need any promotion. Everyone knew that Saturday night prime time was Jonathon Roberts' territory.

"I'm suggesting it's a possibility," he vaguely told her, picking up the bottle of wine again. This time she accepted the offer to top up her glass, just as he knew she would. He clinked glasses and then took a sip, keeping her waiting until he was ready. "A possibility not offered to that many people..."

He smiled as Madison stared into his poker-player eyes. She could look all night but she'd find nothing in there. They both knew she'd have to ask the question.

"What exactly would I have to..." she began, before deciding to change direction. It seemed that was too direct a route. "How would I go about it?"

For the moment he ignored the question and followed the movement as she ran a hand through her glossy black hair. If she thought all it took was for her to bat those big brown eyes and flash her tits she'd have to think again.

"Do you know how much companies pay for advertising slots in the commercial breaks during my show?" he asked instead.

Madison shook her head.

Roberts rubbed his close-cropped grey beard. "A fortune—for two minutes worth of advertising. But then they're able to reach around fifteen million people. The sort of people who buy expensive perfume..."

The forty-five year old shuffled around in his chair so that he could push away from the table and face her openly. As expected, she mirrored the action. It gave him a view of her long legs as well as her cleavage. When she crossed them, he saw a flash of thong. His hard cock lengthened even further. Normally he'd need Viagra for that sort of reaction. 

He was beginning to gain a better understanding of the young woman's appeal.

She seemed on the verge of speaking, only to be interrupted when some burly young man swayed across to their table and temporarily interrupted their conversation. "Perhaps later," she softly told him when he asked her to dance. She smiled sweetly at her disappointed suitor as he edged away from them but then immediately turned her attention back to the chat show host again.

That was good. He all but had her...

"A fortune for two minute commercial slots," he repeated, driving home his point with all the finesse of a sledgehammer. "Yet my guests get twenty minutes of airtime for free. Just imagine how much that's worth..."

"Jonathon..." she responded immediately, leaning forward in her haste to take advantage of the opportunity. The pictures his words painted had done their work. The strap from her dress fell down her left shoulder but Madison made no move to pull it back into place. With such a prize at stake, who cared if half her breast was exposed? "I'd be honoured to be considered as a guest on your show. Would such a thing be possible?"

"All things are possible," he smugly told her, reaching across to take hold of the errant strap. His wrist brushed across her breast as he pulled it back into place. 

They really were quite magnificent. His voracious sexual appetite had seen him encounter more young females than he could remember over the years. This one was a match for any of them. She was blushing a little, too. That was interesting. Perhaps the sexy innocence she portrayed in interviews and articles might not be quite as manufactured as he'd thought?

How quaint.

"You'd like to discuss the possibility further?" he simply asked, picking up and draining his glass.

Madison nodded eagerly. "That would be wonderful."

"Indeed," the forty-five year old smoothly answered, reaching forward to pat the back of her hand. It was his favourite word. You could never be sure whether Jonathon Roberts was agreeing or disagreeing with you when he shot that word in your direction. "It so happens I have a spot available in around a month. That horrid illusionist from Australia has broken his leg trying out his latest stunt. The fool..."

Madison wasn't sure whether to laugh or sympathise, but she knew enough to hold his gaze and allow him to make the running. 

Roberts took his time. He enjoyed the thrill of the chase and a spot on his TV show invariably meant that the chase didn't last long nowadays. "Tell me, Madison," he smoothly asked. "How are you getting home tonight? Taxi?"

She nervously shook her pretty head. "My car will come to get me when the night is over, Jonathon," she told him. 

Her voice was uncertain. A little breathless. Good.

"The TV people always send a limo for me," he told her, stroking his well-cultivated beard. "I think they believe I'll get lost without it... and they're probably correct."

They both laughed. A little humour always put a woman at ease.

"How's this for an idea?" he continued, as if it had just occurred to him. "I'll give you a lift home and we'll see if we can firm up arrangements on the way."

Madison's large, luminous brown eyes blinked rapidly. "Well, actually..."

Roberts smiled through his surprise. She was actually in two minds! Fascinating! 

"I promised my producer I'd have a name for him tomorrow," he quietly said, giving her the spiel he always used on such occasions. "There are two candidates I promised to call in the morning. Unless, that is..." 

***

As she washed her hands for the third time, Madison knew she was close to breaking every rule she held dear. That's why she couldn't leave the Dorchester restrooms. Not until she'd fully thought through the implications.

Yes, being a guest on Celebrities Unleashed primetime TV chat show was a prize worth having. In some ways, it would be the culmination of an astonishing year. Being one of the three celebrities invited each week onto Jonathon Roberts's chat show left the public in no doubt that you'd finally arrived. 

And as a platform to launch her perfume... well, who could ask for more? As the chat show host had emphasised, she'd be reaching a completely different demographic audience. And fifteen million of them! It was perfect!

And yet...

Despite his squeaky clean public persona, those in the business knew the forty-five-year-old was partial to pretty girls. Rumour was that he'd had so many blow jobs in his dressing room, he was going blind. Was that what he was looking for in the privacy of his limo? Curiously, she wasn't averse to the idea. The thought of giving head to a relative stranger for career advancement actually had her moist.

She fished out a little brass casing, no larger than a bullet, and uncapped it. Holding it up to her nose, she took a quick snort of coke. She badly needed the high the drug would provide. 

Was a blow job cheating? She'd never been unfaithful before. Not once in her life, if you ignored the incident with Nate and Ethan that ended their relationship. 

Except for women of course, and that didn't count. She and Peaches still indulged regularly when Ralph was away. And she'd slept with Camille from time to time, too. She turned to look at her face in the long mirror. It was flushed. Thoughts of their threesome in the Maldives came back unbidden. 

What a night that had been... 

But she had other things to think about. What might happen in the back of Jonathan Roberts' limo, for one. It definitely had her on edge, despite the rush of chemical confidence. Okay, she'd put up with a lot of pawing since she'd become a glamour model, but that went with the territory. Ralph had been okay with that and besides, she'd always ensured it never got out of hand. This was different.

Or was it? Perhaps she was mistaken? Maybe Jonathon wasn't looking to take advantage of her? Possibly all he wanted was to give her the chance to appear on his show? It wasn't all one way, after all—she'd be a big draw for him, too! 

Everything had already lasted much longer than she'd anticipated. At the outset, Jay-Jay had told her to expect a six months max lifespan before the public tired of her. They should aim to make as much as they could during that time. 

Well, her she was, still going strong!

One of the reasons was that she—with Peaches and Jay-Jay's support—continually sought out and took advantage of new openings. Kept evolving. And Celebrities Unleashed was the biggest opportunity of all. It would result in respectability, rather than just being regarded as a glamour model that men masturbated over. 

She'd give the world for that recognition...

***

They'd been in the limo for less than thirty seconds when Roberts had ripped open his trousers. His cock was larger than average. "Want to show how much appearing on my show means to you?" he'd leered.

The rumours were true. 

Madison had instantly thought of Ralph. But instead of guilt occupying her mind, she'd found she was comparing sizes. The chat show host was more impressive than she'd anticipated. She'd known she should slow things down. Tell him she wanted to talk about the show first. Or press him for something more concrete than his an anything is possible vagaries. 

Instead, she'd felt a surge of arousal warm her body. She could feel it now, sitting in the dark interior of the vehicle. Her gaze met his and his arrogant eyes grinned back at her. They were telling her he understood exactly how she was feeling and he was right. The sexy smell of the leather seats was assaulting her nose and the effect of the cocaine was still massaging her senses. Somehow the raw, basic way he was offering himself was such a turn on. He looked an enticing sight.

"Go on," he encouraged, reaching out to wrap his fingers in her long hair. "You know you want to..."

Madison waited for him to pull her head downwards, but he didn't. He just kept stroking her hair, twisting it this way and that. It was as if he knew she couldn't resist and wanted her to come to the same conclusion herself. 

She stared at his cock again. He was already fully erect and the way the veiny shaft rose so impressively from its thick, hairy base almost made her salivate. Ralph kept himself shaved. She leant forward and wrapped a hand around the thick base. It took just a single moan to encourage her to take him in her mouth. 

So much for all her soul searching in the Dorchester restrooms...

He moaned again as she worked her glossy red lips up and down and then around his girth. If she was going to do this, she intended to show him how good she could be with her mouth. His groans increased in line with the tightness of his hands on her hair.  

Her pussy was so wet with need right now. If Ralph hadn't been in Hungary, he'd benefit when she got home. Instead, she'd get Peaches to attend to her. 

But not before she'd sealed her place on the chat show...

He rested both hands on her bobbing head. "Ngh! That's fucking good, Madison..."

Good wasn't enough. It had to be great. Her appearance on Celebrities Unleashed depended on it. With a gurgle of arousal, she started to throat-fuck him. Her black wavy hair danced against her cheeks. 

"Easy baby," he told her, pulling her hair to one side. She took no notice. 

The feel of his hardness sliding in and out of her mouth was intoxicating. Knowing it was wrong only seemed to make it better. So did the fact they were in the back of a limousine. Could the driver hear? Everything was vibrant, alive. His manly aroma... the hardness of his shaft in her mouth... his low moans... even the smell of leather.

"Fuck, baby," he grunted as her head bounced faster. "Oh fuck..."

Without warning, he tried to pull her away. 

Madison looked up in surprise. She'd been so into it she hadn't realised he was that close. She stopped moving but resisted his attempts to drag her head upwards. Instead, she held his pulsating cock in one hand while she stared into his aroused eyes. When she flicked her tongue around his crown, his shaft throbbed again. 

His eyes narrowed. "Oh fuck..."

She held his gaze, letting him watch as she teased his loaded cannon. A lick... a soft flick of her tongue... a quick suck of his cockhead between her lips. His body jerked. So did his hard shaft. The grip on her hair tightened as if he wanted to wrench it from her head, unable to draw his eyes away from the sexy sight in front of him.

She let him see her spit on his manhood and then worked it around his shaft with her tongue. He throbbed again.

"You fucking tease," he grunted through gritted teeth. 

Madison felt a surge of heat overwhelm her body as she watched him try to resist. Her eyes told him he couldn't. The way the very tip of her tongue ran up and down his length had him so close to the edge. A harder touch would see him explode and for a few excruciating seconds she wouldn't allow that.




Fifteen Minutes Ch. 06



This is the final chapter of a story about a young woman who finds fifteen minutes of fame, but wants more...



CHAPTER SIX — FIFTEEN MINUTES

Confrontation

Madison was furious as she jerked her silver BMW convertible to a halt. Everything was going so well in her life and now this. What the fuck did Ralph think he was up to? She pressed the bell on the stone pillar and waited for the gates that guarded her boyfriend's country house to judder open. 

Flicking open the paper on the passenger seat beside her, she glared again at the photograph of Ralph and one of those two blonde twins. Both were drunk, that was for sure. You could tell that by their bleary look in their eyes. 

She had lingerie that covered more than the girl's outfit. What a slut! 

From what she could gather, it fitted her and her sister's reputation. Joanne and Julia Driscoll, the two twins from Britain's Got Talent, had spent the last couple of months proving that they didn't have any. Except for their hot little bodies. From what Madison had heard, they thought nothing of sharing those bodies with anyone who could give them a step up the ladder...

That thought made her shudder. Her lapse with Jonathon Roberts didn't exactly make her a saint. And the bastard hadn't kept his promise to feature her on his chat show. How naive had she been, giving in to him as easily as she had? Letting him fuck her, too! That's what made her feel really mad with herself. 

A blow job was one thing, but going all the way had been dumb!

As the gates parted, she eased the car forward and purred along the tree lined drive. The house she and Peaches had bought nine months ago was impressive enough, but nothing compared to Ralph's mansion. There seemed to be no limit to the amount of money that footballers earned nowadays.

Heading around the curve that led to the large courtyard, she glared down at the photograph again. How could he do that to her? She'd been carrying out a personal appearance in Cardiff and when they'd spoken, Ralph had told her that he and a few teammates were heading out for a quiet meal. 

One that had apparently led them to the Fantasy nightclub. The article suggested that the photo had been taken at half past two in the morning.

"Stupid bastard," she said aloud as she parked the BMW beside Ralph's red Porsche. She looked around at the well manicured lawns that ran off the courtyard, attempting to compose herself before she headed for the door. Let's not make a scene. Not until she understood what he'd been up to and whether he and this Driscoll twin had been an item that night.

Still trying to contain her feelings, she grabbed the newspaper and slammed the car door closed behind her. She took the steps up to the front door two at a time and rang the bell, her foot tapping in frustration on the welcoming mat as she waited.

She was passed him before he'd finish opening the door. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of tracksuit bottoms and the dark marks around his eyes were clear evidence of his late night. Her brown eyes flashed as she stomped along the hall and then angrily swung back. 

"Have you seen this?" she shouted before he could speak, pushing the newspaper in his face. So much for not making a scene.

He took it from her and stared silently at the photo for a few seconds. "Not that one," he casually told her. "But if you go in the lounge, the Daily News has a similar picture and Newtown Today has a different angle. You'd think they'd have something better to do with their time, wouldn't you?"

"You're in all the papers?" 

"Seems like it," he shrugged, tossing the newspaper onto a chair and pushing her in front of him towards the luxury kitchen at the far end of the corridor. "Coffee?"

She felt hysteria creeping in as she shrugged his hand from her arm. How could he treat it so casually? He could at least have shown some consideration for her feelings. It wasn't difficult to appreciate how upset she was. 

"Listen—" 

"Don't!" he snapped, leaning back against the breakfast bar. "Not now, Maddy."

"Don't?" she repeated. Her voice was barely a whisper. It grew stronger. "Don't? Don't fucking what, Ralph?" She was shouting now. How dare he treat her like this?

He waved an airy-fairy arm in the air and dropped two headache tablets into a tumbler of water beside him. "Don't make a big thing out of it," he quietly said. "My head is absolutely thumping."

"Fuck off, Ralph," she rasped, turning on her heels and heading back along the corridor. Okay, her attitude might be unreasonable but if he didn't want to discuss it there was only one conclusion.

"Maddy, hold on. Let's talk about this!" he shouted as he followed her out of the house. His voice was more urgent now. 

"Talk about it?" she snapped, stopping halfway to her car and swinging around. "That's what I came here to do..."

"I know, I know," he responded, swallowing the drink and then throwing the tumbler across the gravelled yard. He covered the distance between them and wrapped his strong arms around her. "I'm sorry. It's just..."

"Just what?" She had tears in her eyes now. "What were you doing at that fucking club, Ralph? Especially at that time?"

"That's what my Manager's asking," he softly said, holding her against his chest and stroking her black hair. "It's a fucking nightmare."

"Tell me!" Her voice was shrill. She didn't care what his fucking Manager was asking. She wanted to know!

"Come inside."

She shook her head and stared up into his bleary eyes. "No, tell me first," she petulantly said. "Then I'll decide if I want to come inside."

His hand went to her cheek and brushed a tear away. "It was Paddy Johnston's birthday," he explained, his voice suddenly soft and comforting. "The lads suggested going to the club when the meal finished. I said no at first but you know what it's like. So I went."

Her tear stained eyes stared up into his. That had a ring of truth to it—he was easily led. "And?"

"And we had too much to drink, as usual. It just happened, Maddy. One thing led to another, you know. Mind you, nothing went on. There were the usual women around us but I swear nothing happened."

Her keen eyes focused on his. There was nothing in there except his pleading for understanding. The flood of relief as she realised he was telling the truth was overwhelming. But what about Joanne Driscoll?

"The woman?" she quietly asked.

His eyes didn't change. "She was there with her sister," he explained, dropping his hands down her back and onto her buttocks. He pulled her closer. "They were right pests. The two of them went with Paddy and Jimmy D'Arcy. We all left the club together of course, and somehow the photo of me next to her appears in the paper. It's fucking typical, Maddy. They cut off the rest of the shot to show that! The last thing I saw was Paddy, Jimmy and the two girls jumping into a taxi together."

Her hands stroked down the front of his bare chest. Was that really all there was to it? "And that's it?"

"Yeah, except the gaffer is carpeting us all. That'll be a right story, that one. Fined a couple of week's wages and dropped from next week's match. And I didn't fucking do anything..."

"Oh, Ralph," she softly said, nuzzling his chest. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You hardly gave me the chance," he laughed, pulling her into a soft kiss.

Her tongue found his. That was better. It was true, she'd stormed in there looking for a battle and he was the innocent party in all this. The kiss deepened and all of a sudden there seemed one way to make this right again. His hands were under her skirt, stroking her thong-covered ass now, and she could feel him growing against her stomach. He had the same idea...

"Looks like you need some attention," she giggled, all anger dissipated now. Her hand traced the hardened outline of his cock over his tracksuit bottoms. "Come on inside and I'll see what I can do. It'll help your headache, too..."

She took his hand, but instead of allowing her to pull him towards the open house door, he dragged her across to her car. 

"Thought you liked the outdoors?" he laughed. "Turn around."

"Not here," Madison protested, her head twisting around the grounds. Although it was private enough, you were never sure exactly who was snooping around. The last thing she wanted was to give the press any more juicy photographs.

"Come on, Maddy," he persuasively whispered, grinding himself against her again. God, he was nice and hard. And after her morning's angst, she needed to get rid of some of that tension. 

"Ralph, this is so wicked," she murmured, allowing him to turn her towards the car but not before she'd dragged his zip down. Her excitement was overriding her common sense. Fucking in the open air was hot! With a deliberate wiggle of her toned ass, she bent over and rested the palms of her hands on the bonnet.

He took immediate advantage. Sliding a thigh between hers, he roughly nudged her legs apart. "Who's a sexy little animal," he grunted into her ear. He didn't even try to remove her thong, he just pulled the material to one side and then he was sliding inside her. Her wet labial lips smoothly accepted him—she felt hot, on fire. 

"Bad boy," she whimpered, twisting her head to urgently find his lips with hers.

"I'll show you who's a bad boy," he mumbled as he began to thrust inside her. "Come on, Maddy. Cure my headache" 

His hands went over her tee shirt and yanked her bra from her breasts. Only the thin red material of the top separated his palms from her naked flesh. He cupped her swells through the tee and bit down on her lobe. Each thrust pushed her against the bonnet and her arms ached as she tried to hold herself in position.

"God, I need this," she mumbled, pushing back.

"Me too, baby." He dropped his hands to her hips and widened his stance to give him better purchase. 

Madison whimpered again as she looked around, though she wasn't sure what her eyes were searching for. All she could see were trees, lawns and shrubs. It might be even more exciting if they were being watched but it was quiet apart from their heaving breathing and the sound of birds. There was nothing to feel except for the cold metal under her palms and the hard cock that was pumping into her.

It was so fucking sexy...

When he began to growl she knew he wasn't going to last much longer. She dropped down onto her elbows, raising her ass higher. His fingers tightened on her hips as he took advantage of the changed angle. The car began to creak and rock as he went for broke. Madison tried to go with him, pump back, but the position had ensured all the control was his.

His hand went to her neck, forcing her head downwards. Suddenly it was her breasts pressing into the metal bonnet rather than her elbows. Her hand snaked around her waist and down between her thighs. She dropped her head even lower and as soon as she felt his fingers on her clit, she came.

It was a split second before he did.

They stayed in position until he'd finished jerking and only then did his hand leave the back of her neck. It was aching from the force of his grip. He'd never taken her as violently as that before. Maybe she'd have to get angry more often?

"C'mon, babe," he eventually mumbled, pulling away and turning towards the house. "How about we take a shower together?"

It was the first time since she'd arrived that she'd seen his back. Madison froze. 

He turned to glance back at her when he realised she wasn't following. When he saw the look on her face, he stopped mid stride. "What?"

"Those scratch marks," she said, hardly able to get the words out. "On your back."

His eyes changed and then she knew...

"You bastard," she spat. "She did that. Joanne-fucking-Driscoll."

"Maddy..." he began and stopped. What could he say? Guilt was written all over his face. 

She jumped into the car and slammed the door closed, barely able to see through her tears as she looked through the window. He took a step towards her but her flashing brown eyes stopped him. 

"Stay away from me, you cheating, lying asshole!" she screamed through the glass.

***

Out with the old, In with the new

Jay-Jay shifted up the bed, licking his lips as he watched the blonde snake a hand behind her sister's neck and pull her into a long kiss.

The Driscoll twins had made an unashamed play for him and, well, who could resist those luscious bodies? Two for the price of one! Except that there wasn't a price. The two hotties had made it clear that all they wanted was for him to represent them—and the public reaction to their appearances on Britain's Got Talent was a clear enough indication that there was money to be made... 

That meant Madison would have to take a backseat, but then her popularity had been fading lately anyway. He could see the signs. 

Dumping that footballer boyfriend of hers had been a big mistake. Why hadn't she spoken to him first? So what if he had spent the night with Joanne Driscoll—or had it been her sister? He could have helped her make capital out of it. He could just see the headlines: Madison cheated on by footballer love rat. It would have been just what she needed to kick start her popularity again. Then he could have got the two of them together again and filled even more column inches. 

And then there was the perfume launch. They'd made a huge mistake by timing the introduction as her popularity waned; especially with the higher than average price they were seeking. It was no one's fault, just an unfortunate combination of circumstances that had led to it bombing badly. 

By jettisoning her popular England international boyfriend, she'd cut her own throat and had reinforced the fact she was heading down the road to nowhere. 

Still—under his astute guidance—the brunette had had a much longer run than he'd originally anticipated. It had been just what his business had needed at the time, too, though experience told him that something was always waiting around the corner when business was at a low ebb. But... there was no room for sentiment in this profession and while he was still very fond of her, it was time to move on. 

The two hot young women on the bed beside him where amply demonstrating why they'd make fantastic replacements. The media were already over their every action and the twins' enthusiasm for fucking anything that moved was great copy.

He sighed with arousal as one sister broke the kiss with the other and slid her lips to his. Madison Cooper was immediately forgotten. His nostrils drank in that heady scent. It was the only way he could tell them apart. Joanne's aroma was spicy and Julia's was sweet. But just as he turned into her curves, she pushed him back with that schoolgirl giggle of hers and slid an arm around back around her twin.

The blonde temptresses kept their eyes on him as they kissed each other again—slowly putting on a show. His eyes stroked each body. Both of their full, succulent breasts were impervious to the forces of gravity. Each upturned swell was capped with a long, pink nipple that sat proudly on the top of each curve.

His cock was so very hard...

"It looks like he wants to watch us fuck again," Julia huskily murmured as she pulled away from her sister's lips. Leaning forward, she ran her hand up his hard shaft and giggled. "Or did you have something else in mind, Jay-Jay?"

He licked his lips, his burning eyes sweeping along the sexy contours of both naked bodies again. They both had a belly piercing, one the shape of an angel and the other a devil. Joanne was the devil. The tattoos sitting on the sides of their hips were the opposite. This time it was Julia who was the devil. 

So far they'd acted the parts, too, taking turns as to who was which. His aching hardness suggested it was a routine they'd perfected...

By the time his enthralled gaze returned to their eyes, they were kissing again. Julia's hands were all over her sister's tits. The aching in his loins intensified. He sat up on his knees as she pushed Joanne flat on the bed beside him.

"Want to join us?" she sexily whispered, running her fingers along her twin's cleanly shaved labial lips. They were moist with arousal. When she crawled between Joanne's thighs and lowered her mouth, Jay-Jay couldn't help himself. 

Sliding across the bed, he fed his thick girth between Joanne's opens lips, sliding it all the way into her throat. As she began to suck him, he twisted his body so that his mouth could reach the breast that Julia's outstretched hand wasn't kneading. He'd already discovered that both blondes liked having their tits pleasured.

Hiring the hotel suite for the afternoon had been a good idea. Getting one with mirrors on the walls had been a brainwave. Made for moments like this... 

Moans filled the room as he watched their reflections through eyes hooded with lust. If there was a photographer present, the picture of Julia eating her sister while Joanne sucked his cock would be worth a million.

Joanne began to grunt on his cock as her sister's long tongue speared inside her. The noise sent vibrations down his shaft to his balls. From what he could see, Julia had at least two fingers helping her tongue. He pulled away as the moans intensified; wanting to watch the sexy sight as the prone sister came.

The orgasm wasn't going to take long to arrive. The little chipmunk sounds he'd heard earlier confirmed it was only seconds away. Joanne's hips lifted from the bed. Her head thrashed from side to side. She spread her legs wider and then wrapped them around her sister's neck as she detonated.

Julia grinned happily at Jay-Jay as she lapped at the river of juice. She really was a sexy little thing. Twisting around, she switched her lips from pussy to cock so quickly that Jay-Jay's throbbing shaft was engulfed inside her mouth before he knew what was happening. She kept her gaze on his as she sucked...

"Oh fuck," he grunted. If watching the performance had him throbbing, those sexy lips were taking him to the very edge... 

"Not yet, Jay-Jay," she slurped, pulling away before he could explode. 

Leaning back, she allowed her recovering sister to slither across his lap. Joanne sheathed his cock in an instant. Julie kissed him and then swung her body over his head. She slowly lowered her pussy to his lips. 

"Time for you to do some of the work," she murmured, her voice husky with need.

***

Madison fidgeted in her seat. The Starbucks in the centre of Newtown wasn't the most salubrious location she'd been in over the last eighteen months, but the need for some sort of normality had led them back to one of their old haunts. 

She only hoped that the cocoa coloured Columbian beanie hat, combined with the sunglasses, was enough to prevent her from being recognised.

Peaches' pink sunglasses were her only concession to anonymity, but then she didn't need to be quite so careful. Her face wasn't plastered all over magazine after magazine. Madison sighed. Thinking about it, neither was hers. Not any longer.

She gave a faint smile as Peaches returned to their table by the window with the two black coffees. The blonde plonked them down unceremoniously. 

"They have some great donuts over there," she said, nodding across at the counter.

Madison ignored the comment. "Maybe I've had my fifteen minutes of fame," she gloomily said.

Peaches gave a wistful smile. Her friend had an expensive house and yet she'd insisted on revisiting the cafe to discuss their problems. This was where they'd met Nate and Ethan. Maybe Madison was becoming nostalgic for those days?

"It's never over," she eventually said, a look of determination on her face. In truth, even her natural optimism was close to evaporating. Unusually for her, she'd even had trouble sleeping lately. Inside two months, Madison's personal bookings had died out. Where there was some interest, the fee they usually charged was halved. Requests for articles in the lads' mags had dried up, too.




Fifteen Minutes Ch. 06



It seemed that the Driscoll twins were the new flavour of the day.

"Feels like it," the brunette sighed. She'd had an eighteen-month magic carpet ride of nonstop excitement and glamour. That's what made the crash landing so difficult to cope with. That and the fact it had happened so quickly. Her sudden demise served as a painful reminder of the world she'd left. 

Maybe that's why she'd wanted to come back here?

"Let's work through the facts," Peaches said, reaching for her friend's hand. Her voice was as determined as ever, even if some of the bounce had gone. "As far as I can see, there are different forces at work here."

A hot flush hit Madison's face. The conversation was important, but was she ready for it? She felt as she had the night she'd spent in the police cell. Defeated...

Peaches gave her a sympathetic expression. "First... ending your relationship with Ralph didn't help."

"The bastard cheated..."

"I know, I know," Peaches answered. Despite her best friend's unusual lapse with Jonathon Roberts, she knew full well how principled Madison was. Or had been. This business had a way of changing the look of things. She quickly went on. "All I'm saying is that it's a factor." 

Madison pulled a face. "I know."

"And you were right to dump him," the blonde continued. "It's just that publicity wise, the two of you had filled the gap left by Jordan and Peter and—"

"Move on," Madison snapped. This was too painful.

Peaches raised her eyebrows and twitched her nose. "Okay, then there's your perfume launch. The stuff was crap, too expensive, and badly promoted. Not only did it flop, but it damaged your image, too. The public thought you were trying to rip them off."

"That good, eh—"

"Jay-Jay took his eye off the ball."

"No—"

"Yes!" Peaches' voice was emphatic. "I have a pile of uncomplimentary press cuttings if you want any evidence."

Madison crossed her arms and pushed back in the chair. "Okay," she reluctantly said.

"Then there's the competition..."

Her head jerked up. "Competition?"

Peaches pulled a face. "Doh! The Driscoll twins..."

Madison's face came alive again, but not in a good way. Her eyes spat venom.

"I know... I know... two little talentless sluts who'll fuck anything with a pulse. But they got publicity on that talent show and now they're seen around town every night. That means they're in the papers every day. Since you and Ralph finished, when was the last time you were at a night club?"

"I—"

"Exactly! They're giving the papers what they need and getting publicity by the bucket loads. The problem is that it's your publicity they're getting." 

"But—"

"No buts..."

Madison sat up and then flopped back in her seat again. "Things started to cool before they came along."

"I know," Peaches agreed. "But then they couldn't keep going at such a pace and they've cooled before. You know what the difference is this time?"

Madison's brown eyes stared into hers. She shook her head.

"Jay-Jay."

"Jay-Jay?" The brunette's brows shot up. "No..." 

"Oh, yes. He cocked up the perfume campaign. He took his eye off the ball. And now he's thrown his weight behind the twins."

"The twins..."

"For fuck's sake, Madison, you sound like a bloody parrot. He's no longer concentrating on you, on your career. And worse than that, any opportunities that come along are going to the Driscoll girls now instead of you. You said that maybe you'd had your fifteen minutes of fame. You haven't. Instead of rolling over to die, I suggest we actually do something about it..."

***

Things had got worse, not better. Madison's scheduled appearance on The Early Breakfast had been cancelled and she'd almost screamed with rage at being replaced as the headline guest by the Driscoll twins. 

Those two sluts were becoming a nightmare. 

It wasn't the only example of the changing order. Bookings, personal appearances, photo shoots that she'd once considered as her domain had practically dried up and instead it was the little blonde horrors that were filling the gap. 

The offer of this morning's radio interview had come out of the blue and she'd grabbed it with both hands. Okay, it was only a commercial radio station, but any publicity was manna from heaven right now. 

Debbie Michaels was recognised in her industry as not pulling any punches. That's what made her early morning radio show so popular. She chose interesting guests and produced memorable interviews. If she liked you, she brought out your best side. If she didn't, the claws came out. The latter were the interrogations her audience enjoyed best. Madison knew it was a risk but decided she had nothing to lose. Besides, she'd always been able to charm interviewers, hadn't she?

It was a naive assumption. She knew after Debbie Michael's introduction that she was in trouble. "Madison Cooper, the former glamour model."

"So," the plump interviewer pleasantly said, following a series of innocuous questions. She'd just played a 10cc hit from the seventies. The smile on her face contrasted with the sly look in her eyes. Like a predatory animal after its prey. "Life is a Minestrone. How apt. Tell me, Madison, when did it start to go wrong?"

The question hit the brunette between the eyes. Up to that point everything had been so amiable, so gentle. They'd talked about the positive things in Madison's career. In fact, she'd been surprised at how knowledgeable the plump interviewer had been. The radio station's research assistant had done her work.

She hesitated. "Wrong..."

"Yes," Michaels beamed at her. "Wrong." She adjusted the headphones around her ears. "I mean, it's a familiar story, isn't it? Rising from being a nobody to having fifteen minutes of success. No real talent required, of course. It's been a career built on your looks and your body. And as all our listeners will already be aware, you have a phenomenal body..."

Despite the woman's pause, Madison didn't immediately respond. Why should she? Coming on the show had been an act of desperation and if this line of conversation continued it was about to backfire badly. All she could do was to keep her decorum and get out of this as quickly as she could.

"Curves are sexy," she said, leaning into her own microphone. She put on the lower, breathier tone she used when talking direct to fans. "And I love mine."

"Is that right?" Debbie Michaels continued. "I guess that with my body, I am too..." She paused, presumably so that her legions of regular listeners could chuckle at the joke. It was well known she was overweight and she made some sort of reference each show. It was almost a badge of honour. "So, Madison, tell me, how did it feel being a sex object?" 

There it was again. Past tense. "I enjoy my life being a glamour model," she answered, trying to cut off that line of questioning. 

"Glamour model? Interesting description. I'm really interested in this, Madison. By that I suppose you mean having your photos taken in the skimpiest of outfits, in the expectation that men everywhere will have a good wank over you."

It was the use of the language as well as the question that shocked the brunette. She felt a lick of heat run up her body. She had three options. Sit back and allow this woman to wipe the floor with her. Try and justify things. Or fight fire with fire. 

"Not just that," she replied, her voice much more cheerful than she actually felt. "I understand women masturbate over me, too."

If Michaels was thrown for a second, she didn't show it. "Ooh, confidence. I like that, listeners." Her eyes didn't leave Madison's while she spoke into the microphone. "And I can tell you this girl is so hot I'm going to take her photo to bed tonight and have a good wank, too." 

The brunette's heart pounded harder. This woman seemed to be able to turn around whatever she said and gain the upper hand. She preferred not to get into a verbal joust with her, but she wasn't going to roll over either.

"I hope you enjoy yourself," she smiled warmly.

"Always do," Debbie Michaels easily responded. There was that pause again for her listeners reaction. "How about you?"

"I've no idea," Madison responded. "Send me your photo and I'll check it out."

"Wonderful," the woman laughed. "Maybe we can agree a time? That way we can do simultaneous masturbation. And that neatly takes me nicely on to my next record. Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing by Chris Isaak. Then we'll ask my special guest—Madison Cooper, the former glamour model—a few listeners' questions before we let her go..."

Madison stared at her as they took the break, ready to give as good as she got. But if she expected to engage her in conversation while the record was playing, she was wrong. The plump interviewer ignored her completely as she left the studio for a few moments, as if letting the brunette stew in her own juice would further unnerve her. She returned with a single mug of tea as the song faded away.

"Chris Isaak," she pleasantly said into the studio microphone. "I wondered if he's wanked over your photograph, Madison?"

Madison nearly fell into the trap, choking back the words before they left her mouth. Instead, she smiled sweetly. Michaels paused for a few extra seconds, just in case she could elicit a response, and then pressed on.

"Okay, let's hear from our first listener." She flicked a switch.

"Madison, I'm you're biggest fan..."

The first question was positive and made the young brunette feel better. The caller had apparently met her before and been impressed by the time she'd spent talking to her. The second and the third calls followed similarly encouraging lines. Unlike her host, the listener's seemed intent on being kind to her. Maybe her reputation wasn't as washed up as she'd allowed herself to believe?

"It seems my listeners like you," Debbie Michaels eventually said, her narrow eyes showing some frustration. "Let me ask one final question before we let you go, Madison. Now that the celebrity bubble seems to have burst, what happens next?"

"I—"

She held her hand up to stop the instant response. "I mean," she added sarcastically, "You have no qualifications, so I assume you've ruled out being a nurse, or teaching or the legal profession."

"Well, Debbie," Madison replied, breathing more heavily as she gazed across the instrument-strewed desk into her persecutor's eyes. The woman was supposed to be in tune with her listeners. Why was she so aggressive? "Let's hope it's some time before the bubble does burst. As you say, I have no real qualifications. So I actually thought I might become a radio show host..."

***

Peaches watched excitedly as Madison exited the building and hurried across the car park. Listening to the interview, a plan was forming in her mind. In some ways, it was so obvious. She just needed to think it through...

"Bitch," Madison rasped as she slammed the passenger door. Slumping back in her seat, she turned her frustrated eyes on her friend. 

"You were wonderful," Peaches said, surprising her with a big grin. She tapped on the car radio. "I heard every word. Honestly, Maddy, it was fantastic. You were fantastic. That stupid woman came over as a smart-arsed bitch and you handled everything brilliantly. Here give me a hug."

Madison let out a relieved sigh. Had she really performed that well? It felt like it had been a disaster. Her heart was still pounding. She started to pull away but Peaches held her close. The hug felt comforting.

"I really did okay?" she whispered into her best friend's ear.

"Fantastic, Maddy," Peaches replied, planting a kiss on her neck. "Telling her you wanted to be a radio presenter was priceless."

Madison giggled at the recollection.

"See," Peaches continued, sliding her lips from one spot to the next, "feels better doesn't it..."

Madison gave a gentle moan in agreement. She needed an outlet for the adrenalin running through her body and those lips were providing one. It had been a while since they'd made love and when they returned home, she was already thinking of scented candles, chilled wine, and a shared bath...

"And did you hear the tone of those calls?" Peaches whispered, turning the butterfly kisses into gentle laps with her tongue. "There's still a lot of support out there for you, baby."

"You think?"

"I know."

The brunette breathed softly. That tongue had her on the verge of distraction. She'd expected the callers to give her every bit as hard a time as Debbie Michaels had done. Listeners were supposed to reflect the chat show host's views weren't they? Or was that the other way around? Either way, it had been a welcome bonus. 

"Maybe there's life in me yet," she gently sighed, her needy gaze turning to look at her teasing friend.

"Oh, there's a lot of life there," Peaches giggled, sliding a hand downward between her tanned legs. She brushed her fingers against the black material of Madison's thong, gently tracing the smooth mound underneath. "In fact," she breathed, her hot breath hitting her friend's cheek. "I'm sure I can feel a pulse..."

Despite their location, Madison's long legs opened wider in encouragement. She couldn't help herself. The grey concrete car park was small but Peaches had parked in a spot in the far corner. It would take someone to retrieve a car near them for them to be interrupted. It wasn't the most romantic location she'd ever been in, those fingers had found their way to her nerve centre. "Oh, Peaches..."

"You need a reward," the blonde murmured, gently biting on her friend's neck just the way she knew Maddy liked. The fingertips were now rubbing a little harder across the black thong and Madison was whimpering. "Feel good?"

The brunette could feel her nipples jutting like pegs through the thick cream top. She was already halfway to an orgasm. How did Peaches do that? Sharp shivers of pleasure ran through her body and her voice was almost breathless. "Yeah..."

"Good," Peaches whispered, turning her head to meet Madison's lips. The brunette tried to kiss her deeply but she held back. She wanted this to be soft, gentle. When she brought their lips together again, the kiss was tender. 

Madison moaned into her mouth.

Teasingly slowly, Peaches flipped up her friend's skirt and slid her hand inside the thong. She continued to pepper Madison's mouth with tiny little kisses as her gentle fingertips instantly found the needy clit. 

"Oh, God..." Madison's fingers found Peaches' forearm as her friend stroked the swollen bud. "We can't! Not here..."

Peaches ignored the protest, her head a fraction away so that she could watch Madison's face. She moistened her lips with her tongue as her teasing blue eyes stayed on each changing expression. 

"Peaches... we can't..." Madison's eyes were pleading but her curvy hips had already begun to hump back against the pleasuring hand. "No... we can't... oh fuck... oh fuccckkkkkk..."

She went off like a firework soaring into the distant sky.

***

Fighting Back

"Why?" Madison asked. 

"Because your time is up," the PR Guru said with a shrug.

The young brunette gritted her teeth. Confronting the silver haired man was important to her. She had no intention of just fading away without giving it her best shot. Jay-Jay was her first port of call and if his response proved to be as expected, she'd start to implement the alternative plan she and Peaches had come up with.

"It is?" she asked, unwilling to accept so trite an answer. He owed her more than that. "And why is that? What exactly have I done wrong?"

"Believe me, it's not a question of rights or wrongs. The public is fickle..." he sighed, propping his feet up on his desk in that typical Jay-Jay pose. He was on one side of the desk and she was on the other—a symbolic demonstration that their agent-client relationship was at an end? 

"From where I'm sitting, Jay-Jay," she calmly said, crossing her long legs. She'd rehearsed the conversation in her mind and was determined to ensure her emotions didn't take over. "This has nothing to do with the public."

His considered eyes stared at her. Without a word, he dropped his feet onto the floor and eased himself up from his chair. Tapping his fingers on the desk, he thoughtfully walked past her towards his drinks cabinet. 

Madison watched as he poured two drinks but shook her head when he offered her one. He wasn't going to soft-soap her.

He shrugged his broad shoulders again and placed the drink on the desk beside her. "It has everything to do with the public," he slowly drawled, hitching up his right trouser leg and perching on the edge of the desk. "You think it's me?"

"No, I don't," she firmly answered, being careful not to apportion blame. Despite Peaches' opinion that he was now focusing exclusively on the Driscoll twins, Jay-Jay had done so much for her. She'd never forget that. The point of her visit was to determine if he was still on her side—though she couldn't help thinking that his opening remark had given her the answer even before the conversation had begun. 

Because your time is up...

"Good," he responded. The look on his face suggested her words actually meant something to him. "One day you're flavour of the month and the next you're no longer in vogue. That's the life of a reality celeb, I'm afraid. We talked about life spans when I first took you on as a client, Madison-baby. I said six months. Just be grateful that you've had so much more... and move on."

"Move on," she repeated, feeling the disappointment inside. 

"It's a hard message to take but I've had to give it lots of times over the years—"

"What about you, Jay-Jay?" she interrupted, picking up the whisky and taking a drink. Why not? She coughed as it burnt the back of her throat, but it helped her ask the question. "You've already moved on, too, I understand? The twins..."

She expected a different reaction. But instead of the anticipated anger and defensiveness, he smiled. It wasn't one of those false smiles either. She'd seem him give those to so many people over the last couple of years, she'd recognise one from a mile away. There seemed genuine warmth in his eyes. His voice was soothing, reassuring. "Madison-baby, have I ever lied to you?"

She shook her head. He hadn't. Not once. Jay-Jay could be a chameleon when he wanted, that went with the job. It was why he was so successful. But he'd always been straight up with her. She knew it stemmed back to the loyalty she'd shown that day she'd stood in for Lucinda.

"Yes, I'm representing the twins," he continued, "because they're the future and you're the past. That's what I do, we both know that! I roll with the punches and move with the times. We've made a lot of money together, Madison-baby and I've helped you invest it wisely. Haven't I?"

Another nod. He hadn't said anything she could disagree with. Except that she was the past. She'd show him.

"The journey's been a lot of fun," he continued, leaning across and taking her hand. Sincerity shone out of his eyes. "But it was always going to end. There're lots of factors—your bust up with Ralph, the perfume campaign, over exposure maybe, and then there's your little dalliance with Jonathon Roberts..."

He paused as her eyes registered shock. He knew about that?

"I know most things," he softly told her, as if he could read her mind. "Roberts is a snake. He's fu... been with... hundreds of women on the basis of how he was going to help them. He has it off to a fine art. If the public ever find out his career is finished and if his wife gets wind, she'll cut his balls off. But he's too smart..."

Madison threw back half her drink, squeezing her face as the whisky hit the back of her throat. It brought tears to her eyes.

"But he's not the point," Kazan went on. She wanted to respond, to fight back, but she didn't have it in her. "None of those things are. Ultimately it's the public who decide when they've had enough. And there's nothing you can do..."




Fifteen Minutes Ch. 06



Didn't have it in her? She chewed for a second on that ridiculous thought. "Isn't there, Jay-Jay?" she finally said. Her voice was firm and determined. Standing up, she collected her coat. "Watch this space..." 

***

The idea had been to discuss Peaches' plan over a late lunch in the outdoor café. The light salads had been accompanied by cocktails... and then more cocktails. By the time they'd worked the plan around their minds, they were pleasantly sozzled. 

"So..." Peaches' asked with a grin.

"So...?" Madison laughed. Her twinkling eyes were alive in anticipation.

"D'you think he'll go for it?"

It was Camille who replied. "He'll go for it," she reassured them, raising her glass so that her two accomplices could triumphantly clink it with theirs. She'd checked Jonathon Roberts out with a few contacts and they had all said the same. With the right inducement, he'd be unable to resist following his dick into action. 

"And it will work?" Madison asked, feeling her heart rise in anticipation of turning the tables. The stakes were high. Success meant not only that she'd be back at the top of the tree, but she'd also be getting her own back. 

She momentarily wondered how many other young women had he fucked after dangling the illusionary carrot of appearing on his show? He executed the technique with such confidence, it was almost impossible for any young hopeful to resist the opportunity? She realised that in her case, sex in a limo in exchange for furthering her career—or in this case, rescuing her career—had given her an indecent thrill. God, she'd changed so much since she was going out with Nate. 

"Of course it will work!" Peaches exclaimed, running both hands through her hair and pulling it onto the top of her head before allowing it to cascade down again. "If you were a horny toad, could you resist?" 

Camille laughed at the blonde's exuberance. She loved that confident demeanour. It was the same when the three of them were in bed. Peaches was the one leading, Madison followed. It made for a sexy combination. 

"Want to go through it one more time?" she asked the brunette. A final walkthrough could do no harm.

Madison swirled the remains of her cocktail in its glass and then swallowed it in one go. She held up her empty glass. "Only if we get three more," she giggled, waving across a waiter. "I'm thirsty."

"You're drunk," Peaches laughed, waiting until they had their refills before continuing. "Okay, I call his PA and explain the opportunity. From what we know, he'll be intrigued enough to fall for it."

"His cock will..." Camille added with a theatrical wiggle of her perfect eyebrows.

Peaches grinned as she slurped some of her drink. "Maddy can already confirm that..."

"Very funny," Madison sarcastically replied, though not without a grin. She'd grown up considerably in the last couple of months. One of the things she'd discovered since becoming a celebrity was that sleeping around was as accepted as lunch meetings and spa treatments. She was part of that world now...

***

Execution

"Hi," the blonde said, opening the door and formally shaking the wary man's hand. Booking the same suite she'd used with Nate and Ethan hadn't been easy, but there was a perfect symmetry to it. "I'm Peaches. I spoke to your PA."

Jonathon Roberts' distrustful eyes glanced past her into the room, as if expecting to see the unexpected. Peaches understood. You couldn't be too careful in his position. She stood to one side but he made no move to enter. 

"Who else is here?" he gruffly asked, meeting her gaze as if he might find something in there.

She smiled sweetly at him. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "We've kept it tight, Mr. Roberts. There's only the photographer—Camille—and Maddy, of course. It's essential the calendar shoot is kept as confidential as possible," she explained. "We don't want anything to leak out until we hit the shops at Christmas."

His response was straight to the point. "Then why invite me?"

"I explained that to your PA," she brightly answered. But then he knew that. It was why he was here, after all. He just wanted to ensure he wasn't walking into a trap. 

As if...

"We wanted someone with a heavyweight television presence to see what we're doing," she told him, leaning sexily against the open door. "Madison said she'd met you at a charity event some time ago and told us you were charming. You'd told her about your show and we just thought that..." She smiled bashfully. "Well, when the time comes, that you might give the calendar a mention?"

He scratched his close-cropped grey beard and glanced behind him, as if he was half expecting to see a film crew capturing his every move. There was nothing out of the ordinary other than an elderly couple leaving their room at the far end. He watched them suspiciously until they disappeared towards the lobby.

"I don't do plugs," he told her, swinging back. His eyes darted around the empty room behind her. 

Peaches smiled again. He was interested enough in seeing what was going on, that much was obvious. He just needed enticing inside. "We do understand that, Mr. Roberts. And there's no obligation. We just thought if you watched some of the shoot and liked it... well, you never know..."

She tailed off, letting him know he was the one in control. His thoughts were written all over his craggy face. There wasn't a cat in hell's chance that these dumb women could manipulate him into promoting the calendar, but the chance of watching such a sexy photo shoot was impossible to resist. Especially as it was Madison's calendar. Hadn't she so willingly given herself to him in the limo?

She stretched languidly as she yawned. Her perky breasts were framed against the backless white halter-top. So were her nipples, hard and long. 

"Darn, I'm sorry," she giggled as his leering eyes drank in the sight. "We've been at it since first thing. It's been pretty hot, too. I think we're all really horny, you know? Anyway, Mr. Roberts, it's up to you, sir. If you'd like to come inside and see what we're doing, even just for a few moments, we'd be honoured."

***

The suspicion Jonathon Roberts had felt when entering the suite had long since dissipated. The warmth and deference with which both photographer and model had greeted him had confirmed what he'd thought. They needed his support.

Madison had kissed him on both cheeks, her coy smile confirming she remembered their last encounter only too well. He'd thought she might be pissed at him for not following up on his offer but instead, it seemed she wanted to try a different tack. 

He liked that idea. Perhaps when the shoot was over...

The photographer was hot, too. Camille-something-or-other. The Latina had stopped the shoot immediately and explained what they were trying to achieve, where they were up to, and what came next. She clearly understood how important he was and he liked that. It served to confirm how influential he was.

Madison and that sexy blonde had constantly sent smiles in his direction and that made him feel good, too. He wasn't stupid—rumours in the industry suggested the brunette was on her last legs. Clearly the calendar shoot was a desperate attempt to revive her flagging career and they were relying on his support.

That put him in a powerful position. One he could capitalise on. He had no intention of promoting anything to do with the young model, of course. He didn't align himself to losers. But they didn't know that...

The blonde had been the most obvious of the three. He had the feeling that if he'd suggested they spend some time chatting in the outer room, he'd have been able to fuck her there and then. When the shoot had recommenced, she'd poured him another glass of champagne and then perched on the chair arm beside him. Her short skirt had revealed the shapeliest legs he'd seen in a long time. 

It hadn't taken her long to explain that she'd split up with her boyfriend a couple of weeks ago. Demurely batting those big blue eyes, she'd told him for a second time how horny she was. She hadn't needed to confide that she was practically gagging for it. It had been written all over the way she was acting. 

Young women like that were so easy to manipulate...

As the shoot had progressed, Camille had built up both the pace and the mood. If the photographs already captured were hot, these were scorching. The Latina had shown the good sense to involve him throughout, constantly asking his advice.

"What do you think about this pose, Jonathon..."

"I'm in two minds here, Jonathon, what do you think..."

"Do you think that really works, Jonathon..."

He'd removed his jacket and become fully involved. Why not? It helped him get up close and personal with Madison again. The brunette was even sexier than he remembered. And he remembered a great deal. Her body was perfect in that cream lingerie and even through the bra it was impossible to ignore the nipples that had been standing to attention since he'd arrived.

It hadn't take long to feel like his cock was about to burst through his trousers.

***

"I thought I'd put Peaches in a couple of shots," Camille said, turning again to the TV chat show host. "She'll provide some contrast. What do you think, Jonathon?"

He smiled at the eager blonde. She was on her feet in a second, her blue eyes pleading with him. He felt like a Roman emperor at the Coliseum, being asked to give the thumbs up—or down—signal. 

"Good idea," he murmured, nodding at Peaches. He wanted her to understand this was his decision. She'd be more grateful that way.

Her fingers went to the tie at the back of her halter-top and in a second the garment was on the floor beside her. Roberts stared at those perky breasts. They weren't in the same league as Madison's but they were sexy enough all the same. And the long deep pink nipples looked just like they were begging to be sucked.

"I didn't want topless," Camille began, but trailed off as the Roman emperor sat forward.

"I'd say it was a good idea," he persuasively murmured. "You said you'd be moving there eventually so why not now?"

Peaches swung around, thrusting her small tits in his direction as she did so. She stood, hands on hips, as if posing for him. "Good idea," she giggled, reaching for the zip on her skirt. She shimmied out of it, leaving her in just the see through white thong. She glanced over her shoulder at Madison. "Off with the bra." 

His gaze swung from the blonde to the brunette as Madison unveiled her breasts. He'd forgotten just how magnificent they were. As she dropped the bra to the floor she threw her long, glossy hair back and thrust her breasts outward. 

Fuck...

"On the bed, behind Madison," he heard the photographer tell Peaches and the blonde eagerly slid into position.

"Like this?" she asked, resting her head on her friend's shoulder. Her hands snaked under Madison's arms and cupped the voluptuous tits.

"That's a bit too sexy, I think," Camille hesitantly said, checking her camera and looking over at the chat show host for confirmation. "Jonathon?"

He licked his lips. It was quite clear the petite blonde was up for this and his hard cock was insisting she should be unleashed. "Why not let them improvise?" he shrugged, taking a long sip of bubbly to assuage the dryness in his throat.

Camille nodded. It was clear she wanted to please him. "Why not indeed? You heard, ladies. Do what comes naturally and I'll keep shooting. Okay?"

Roberts' hand brushed his erection as he returned his glass to the table beside him. He'd been right. Peaches wasn't just cupping Madison's breasts now, she was openly kneading them. Her expressive eyes were gleaming at him, telling him she was putting on a show just for him and that he should relax and enjoy.

He'd just have to fuck that sexy little blonde bitch before he left there...

"Perfect, perfect..." Camille encouraged, creeping one way around the bed and then the other. "Keep improvising..."

The blonde did. Or it seemed that way. She was planting kisses along the back of Madison's shoulder now, while her fingers pinched those golden brown nipples. The brunette's head was in the air, mouth parted, eyes half closed. 

"More?" Peaches asked. There was no doubt the question was aimed at the chat show host. 

Her wild eyes held his as he nodded and her hand slithered agonisingly slowly down the tanned body. When her fingers slid inside the front of the cream thong and curled under the lacy material, his cock shifted uncomfortably in his trousers.

The room had suddenly gone very quiet.

Roberts watched transfixed, his breath quickening at the sexy sight before him. He could feel his heartbeat. Was she really masturbating the brunette? 

Peaches looked right at Roberts and said, "She's so smooth. Don't you love shaved?" She withdrew her fingers, glistening with her friend's juices, and brought them to the model's mouth. At first, Madison tentatively licked, but like her blonde lover, she found his eyes. With a provocative grin, she sucked each finger as if it was a cock—his cock. 

"Sexy?"

Jonathon Roberts glanced to his left to see Camille sitting on her knees beside his chair. The camera was no longer around her neck. He could see her chest heaving as he looked down her body. Her hand ran along his thigh and then covered his crotch.

"I can see you think it is," she softly murmured, her dark eyes held his as she slowly unzipped him. "These sessions often finish like this, but usually we don't have a man around to help." She pulled his cock free from his trousers. It stood full and proud now, the swollen head glistening with anticipation. "And such a big man, too! Perfect..."

He groaned and spread his legs.

"That's it," Camille persuasively whispered as she began to jack him. "Why don't we watch them for a while?"

Their eyes turned back to the bed. Peaches had Madison on her back now and had crawled between her legs. The brunette tipped her head to the side, her long, dark hair rippling off her shoulder as she dreamily smiled at him. He might have smiled back had he not been gasping as Camille took his thick girth inside her mouth.

He watched Peaches head bob between Madison's legs, just as Camille's was doing between his own. Someone was emitting long throaty growls and he wasn't sure which of them it was. He couldn't see everything but in a way that was better. He could tell from their sounds, and the way the brunette's body jumped and jerked, exactly what was happening. She was purring like a cat now. 

That meant the throaty growls must be his... 

He momentarily tore his eyes away from the two women to watch Camille's mouth work on him. The beautiful woman was pleasuring him with relish. He ran his fingers through her dark brown locks, holding her in place. She choked a little as he shoved himself deeper into her throat, but quickly resumed her rhythm again. He pulled her harder against his crotch as his eyes returned to the bed.

Madison's fingers were reaching out to grasp the bed sheets. Her eyes were closed now as Peaches gave a performance to be proud of. He watched closely, turned on by the sight in front of him and the feel of the full lips that worked around his cock. 

The brunette's ass lifted from the bed. Her legs opened wider to grant better access. She was humping upwards, unable to stop herself. She was on the brink of an orgasm and that realisation took him close to his. His teeth clenched as he thrust upwards. He had no idea which of them came first, all he knew was that Madison was wailing the way she had in the limo and he was firing into the Latino's mouth.

He groaned again. "Oh, fuckkk...!" 

***

Roberts wasn't aware how they had all ended up on the bed. Perspiration covered his brow and a thick hazy mist was floating across his brain. Despite his orgasms—how many?—he was still as hard as he could ever be. And the three women who had given themselves up to the physical delights of the four of them showed no signs of letting up.

Beside him, Camille and Madison were engaged in a sixty-nine. He turned his head to watch them. Both women were totally immersed in the moment, hands around the others hips, heads between each other's thighs, tongue and fingers working the other hard in a frantic desire to win the race for orgasm. One was moaning and the other was grunting.

"My turn," he heard someone say and looked upwards. Peaches had shifted over him, gathering his erect cock in her soft hand. Straddling his lap, she rubbed him along her smooth folds. Setting him in place, she braced herself on his broad shoulders and sank down onto him.

"You've been looking forward to this," she said breathily, leaning down so that she could whisper into his ear. She pumped him slowly, matching each word with a downthrust. "I can tell from the way you've been looking at me..." 

Roberts clutched her athletic waist, just above the flare of her hips. He felt her hot muscles writhing beneath his fingertips. The sexy little blonde bitch was built for fucking...

"Is that good..." she teased, rising up onto her haunches. "You like Peaches' pussy best of all..." With each bouncing question, she allowed his cock to nearly escape before she thrust back down onto him. Her smooth sex gripped him like a vice. "You man enough...?"

"Uh! Uh! Huuhhhhh..." He tried to hold back but the blonde had him in her spell. 

Arching forward, she fed one of her perky breasts to his mouth. Her hands dug into his chest, gripping painfully as he lightly nipped the tight bud between his teeth. When her internal muscles squeezed him tightly he moaned and let go. It was all he could do to hold out...

"Close?" she asked with a mischievous smile, pushing her thick blonde locks away from her eyes as she sat up. Her hips had shifted down to a slower rocking. "Want to cum?"

He shook his head, but the throbbing of his cock betrayed him. With each squeeze she gave him, he twitched in her pussy. He couldn't hold out much longer.

Bending down, she kissed him lightly on the lips. "I thought you were quite the stud..." she teased. "No...?"

He tried to respond to her teasing with some caustic remark, but if he lost concentration for even a second it would be all over. She'd established a slow and steady rhythm again, hands back on his chests, her head thrown back now as she looked to the side. He followed her gaze.

The other two women were slithering across the bed towards them. When Madison lowered one of her jutting swells to his mouth, he took it and sucked greedily. His lips tightened around her nipple the way Peaches' sex was encasing his cock.

For a while, he lay in his wonderland, luxuriating in the different attentions of the two women. But then he felt another touch and knew it was Camille. He nearly lost it when she swallowed his entire scrotum in her mouth, gently rolling his balls with her tongue. 

Peaches moved from him just before he burst and a few deep breaths allowed him to compose himself. Camille's mouth covered his shaft now and the blonde had slid down between the Latina's legs. These women were never still...

Madison was the next to move and it took a moment to realise her intentions. Before he could object, her sex was sinking down over his face and he was trying to find a way to breathe through the engulfing wetness. His tongue slid out but she wasn't looking for him to pleasure her. She was using him, grinding her sex across his nose, mouth and chin.

The wet juices that suddenly covered his face told him she'd cum. Suddenly there was light again as she lifted herself from him and the mouth on his cock left him, too. Another body was taking its place on his thick tower. His hazy eyes looked up to see Camille's lascivious smile staring down at him.

Peaches lay on her back beside him and Madison was spilling something across her breasts. He cocked his head towards them. It took him a few seconds to realise what it was and then the brunette's hands were on his hair, helping his head across towards the cocaine covered tits.