Paradise! (Jack Stalker and Impossible)

[Jack Stalker]

PARADISE!​

Adam Drake was a top photographer, famous for having the skill and talent to catapult any girl he worked with into the stratosphere when it came to modelling. With a string of professional shoots under his belt, he was a well known name in the industry. Well known and well sought after. He was beyond reproach when it came to respectable conduct and his photography skills were highly in demand. Of course that was only the public view. Behind the scenes was a very different Adam, a man who fought hard each passing week to maintain that reputation, against impossible odds. Every other girl who came to see him was at the height of her looks, a walking cock teasing eye candy slut ready to sell her soul, to make men hard, as they cavorted about in front of his lens. He was only human, and it was becoming harder and harder to maintain his reputation, harder and harder to keep his hands off of the parade of girls who wanted to fuck him to get ahead.

Then he had laid eyes on Rachel Masters.. and realised that it was all going to fall apart. Her parents must have sold their souls to the devil and raped the gene pool of humanity to produce such a stunning girl. Slender, toned, fit and a pillar of fuckable perfection, Rachel was the most incredible model he had ever laid eyes on. As soon as he saw her, he knew hew as going to fuck her... but succumbing to the primal and base desires which wracked his body would not have served him well if he had done it on the mainland. No, he needed somewhere secluded where he would be able to indulge in whatever urges overcame him, somewhere he would be able to fuck Rachel and keep his untarnished rep intact. Fuck her until she liked it, if needs be.

She was just starting her career, looking for the perfect break, and he was going to give it to her. Normally girls approached him, begging through his agent to get a chance to twist their cock teasing flesh in front of his lens, but this time he had approached her, spying her at a studio and persuading her that a shoot with him would be the perfect way to boost herself into the business. Now, incredibly, they were going to meet on a remote island in the pacific, flown out on a private charter. A weekend of shooting which offered the chance, if she was 'good enough' to put her on the next months cover of the top fashion magazine 'Rogue'. Hot girls, hot rebellious styles and poses. Women wanted to be the models in that magazine and men wanted to fuck them. Hard.

He finished looking over a few snap shots he had taken of her as he finished unpacking in the beach hut which had been booked for their stay. It was at a secluded beach on the other side of the island to the small airstrip. They would not be disturbed here, except by his assistant who knew to keep their mouth shut about anything which happened, and they had a wealth of locations to choose from for the Photo shoot. The beach with golden sand and a blue sky which merged with the ocean, to a small waterfall surrounded by lush greenery located a little inland. The shots paled into insignificance compared to the real thing, and his interest in the scenery was nothing compared to the lust which dripped from his every pore as he looked her over. Pure fucking perfection... and she was his. No girl starting off in the business would be crazy enough to waste any opportunity to hit the heights he could offer so quickly, and he was no longer interested in playing fair and honest, her flesh was too much of a temptation to ignore.

Grabbing his camera, the rest of the equipment already packed into the jeep outside, he headed out and hopped into the vehicle to drive over to the hut which had been assigned to Rachel, only a few dozen feet away. His eyes waiting to unashamedly rape her from head to toe, as soon as he was able to feast his gaze upon her young, fresh, nubile young form. His lighting assistant was located further down the beach and would arrive later, giving him some time to get to know Rachel a little better, to find out just how far she was willing to go to get ahead in the cutthroat modelling business. It worked both ways sometimes. He needed her looks and talent to push his own rep higher. A shoot with her would just be the beginning. She would be craved, sought after, in demand for her amazing looks... but her body would be his. And if things did not work out, if she did not have what it took to make her audience want to fuck her, then he would still have indulged in her himself. It was a win, win, situation.

Pulling up in a spray of sand he jumped out and walked over to the door, he figured she should be ready to get started. "It's Adam. Ready to go?" he called out.

 

[Impossible]

Rachel Masters couldn't believe her luck in landing an exclusive shoot with Adam Drake. The twenty-one year old's career would surely take off after working with him. His name carried clout in the modeling world and would work in her advantage. She'd only done smaller shoots before being contacted by Adam's office. It hadn't taken her much time at all to agree to the terms of the shoot; flying to the island was the least of her worries. She was admittedly nervous as she toyed with her hair before the vanity in the hut assigned to her. She was dressed in a bikini that left little to the imagination. Her breasts appeared to spill over the triangles of the bikini top and her ass was on display from the thong bottom.

She'd never done a partially nude shoot before and, though nothing had been discussed, she wouldn't be surprised if she was asked to take her top off. She supposed she was alright with it, as long as the shoot was done tastefully. Something so little could earn her a step up in the modeling world, which she would have to put up with. She jumped at hearing the sound of a car pull up to the hut. Rachel hastily grabbed a pair of flip-flops and slid them on. A gauzy cover-up was then pulled over her head as she walked toward the door.

"Ready!" she called, opening the door a moment later. She flashed the photographer a bright smile as she neared the jeep. "Where to first?" she asked, unsure of which spot he wanted to try first on the island. Rachel wasn't a photographer but she could appreciate all of the great locations on the island that were suitable for photos.

 

[Jack Stalker]

"Get in. I'll tell you on the way." Adam replied. He raped Rachel with his eyes as she got into the jeep, his acceleration pushing her back into her seat as sand sprayed out behind them and he sent the vehicle roaring and bouncing towards the trail into the jungle like foliage. Every time he changed gear the temptation was there to slide his hand onto her leg, to ease his fingers up her thigh and sink them into the crease between her legs. Instead he kept his shaded eyes on the rough trail, smiling to himself. By the time he was done, her hand would be stroking him off and her mouth would be sucking hard on his cock until he flooded out her gullet with hot come, next time she was sat in that seat.

"I figure we make use of the light and take a few shots at the waterfall. We can check out the beach this evening, get some fading light shots." he explained, occasionally looking over to her. She had been gifted by nature and hadn't wasted the chance to sculpt herself into a perfectly fuckable young woman, the perfect look to drive men wild. He wondered if she ad left a boyfriend behind, whether anyone was missing her right now. It was their own fault if they were. "We'll get set up, take a few shots to establish what sort of lighting adjustments we might need later, if any. It's not like we're wasting film, anyway. My Assistant should be along later." he commented through the swerves and bumps as he tore along at a respectably quick speed.

As he drove through the undergrowth, the trail so remote it was clear that his was the first vehicle to head this way in weeks, if not months, he reached out and put a reassuring hand on Rachel's thigh, feeling the heat their against his palm. "Don't worry. I know you are going to be great. We'll get in a good shoot at the top of the waterfall, it's just a small one with a pool at the bottom of it. The theme is going to be 'blackmailed in paradise', so you'll need to put on a n act of sorts in the photos." he explained with a grin. "Like you've been cornered in the jungle and now, faced with the drop ahead of you, you have to choose what to do. Give in to the demands of your blackmailer or flee." he finished as he pulled up, parking at the edge of a small stream which flowed to the twenty foot drop that was the small waterfall. He could have driven across to the other side, since it wasn't particularly deep or fast flowing, but walking out among the rocks from here was just as easy as from the other side.

The waterfall itself was a scenic location, trees and bushes overgrowing the stream which filtered into a spray which cascaded down into the blue waters of the pool below. Patches of red flowers provided some colour to the area, while overhanging rocks jutted out to allow an unobstructed view from the side, revealing the spray of water covered a hollow in the rock face which formed a cavern beneath them. Adam hopped out, grabbing a plastic covered backpack and his camera and motioning to Rachel to follow. "Lets get a few shots of you at the top, close to the edge. Next to the rocks." he waved a hand, slipping out of his shoes to wander barefoot into the water which surged around his ankles. It was refreshing and a contrast to the hot and humid atmosphere in the area. Walking to the edge he looked down into the pool below, "We'll finish up down there later." he added. "Come along Rachel. I'm paid to rape you with this thing, to male gaze it all over every inch of you." he waved the long lensed camera in her direction. "You know Rogue magazine, they only put the most fuckable, cock teasing, male gaze attracting young girls on the cover. This will be a big deal for you." he clicked off a few shots of her. CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

"This is a popular spot in the tourist season. Many couples jump into the pool from here or chill out below after following the trail down the side. Thing is it's not the tourist season right now Rachel. So... what would you do if you'd been brought here by some man intent of having his way with you. Intent on fucking your perfect young body? Let's get a few shots of you in the water, on all fours, crawling away with a panicked look." CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! "Or perhaps leaning against the rocks at the edge there, hesitant about which way to go." CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! "Or standing at the edge, looking down at the pool, then back at the man that your tight, toned, nubile young body has driven to madness, unsure what to do next." CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! He lowered the camera. "It's not far from the truth, now is it Rachel. After all, you're probably willing to do anything to make it big, to get the right shoot that will propel you to the heights. Who do you think is best qualified to do that Rachel? What are you prepared to do to get what you want, what you deserve?"

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