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The Heiress and the Hacker [[Silva & Quix]]

“This is simply…incredible.” Nearly speechless as they entered the beautiful suite on the big island of Hawaii, it was evident that Sophie Scott was awestruck by the lavish resort and the accommodations that Adam had secured for them. While she hadn’t been penniless before meeting the pornographer the co-ed had been living off of student loans and what meager assistance her family could offer her, and first class flights to exotic locations was not something she was used to.

Pushing her mirrored sunglasses atop her head Sophie smiled against Adam’s lips, her hands trailing up the hard muscles of his back. “Mmmm no, I’ve never been to such an amazing place.” On their plane’s descent onto the island and on the ride from the airport she had been pressed against the windows, big hazel eyes trying to drink in all of the lush vegetation and natural beauty of the world around them. “But I’m sure I can find some satisfactory way to repay your generosity…” As she spoke the teen rubbed her hips sensually against his, a teasing grin lighting up her features.

Gone was the anger and threats to leave her contract that had been the result of her unhappiness over the still hazy memories of a drug-fueled gangbang, all soreness and bad feelings removed after the payout he’d given her and now their lavish vacation. Sophie was still blissfully unaware of the levels of deception that her manager was willing to sink to, naïvely thinking this was just a week away for the two of them to relax and fuck each other on every surface of the suite while Adam had ensured that cameras would capture every lewd detail for her growing online fanbase.

Sophie’s eyes lit up at the mention of their own private pool and hot-tub. “I think that would be the perfect place to start.” She had made it evident that they were going to a tropical destination with her choice of attire during their travels, a white sundress that wasn’t quite opaque enough to completely cover the bright colors of the bikini that she wore beneath it. As she stepped back from her manager’s embrace she slowly lifted the hem of the dress, inch by inch revealing the tanned and toned teenage body beneath. When they had entered the resort the staff had gifted them with traditional flower leis, and she left the fragrant flowers hanging around her neck while she shed her outer layer.

Dropping the dress to the floor with a grin she spoke again. “Shall we have some champagne as well?” The suite had been prepared for their arrival with two chilled glasses already poured and the remainder of the bottle chilling on ice. Grabbing both glasses she passed one to him and gently clinked the rim of her glass to his. “Cheers.”
 
Her reaction elicited a huge smile from Adam, one that Sophie couldn't know was more due to his intent for the teen than her expression on entering the luxurious suite. A change of scenery for the viewers, and a tropical background to entice new ones, Levine had contemplated bringing his professional camera gear along, but decided against it. The gang-bang of the girl had been captured in full high-definition glory, and he had that, albeit edited, footage to place on the website at a future date.

For the time being, he wanted to keep the recordings slightly less glossy and polished, evidence that the actions of Sophie Scott weren't staged, and she truly was just a horny slut who'd spread her legs for anyone with the tiniest of encouragement. The absence of his equipment hadn't stopped Adam from taking some happy snaps with his phone on the trip to the airport or videoing Sophie's excitement at her first glimpse of Hawaii on the aircraft's descent.

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" Adam kissed her again, both hands now on her butt, internally smirking when her hips rubbed against his. Treating Sophie to a Lobster dinner had been his plan, but then the food in first class had been more than adequate to sustain him for a while longer, so another type of reward sounded just fine. As much as he reveled in filming Sophie having her holes stuffed by a plethora of other men for his viewers entertainment, the teen was delightful company in this sort of mood and Adam himself still couldn't get enough of her nubile young flesh and tight cunt. "Hot-tub sounds perfect."

Levine issued to a spank to Sophie's delectable butt when she released herself from her embrace, and stepped back to enjoy the sight of Sophie shedding her dress. The colourful lei around the Co-ed's neck only added to her aura of youth and innocence, and Levine whistled in appreciation when she'd stripped down to her bikini, simultaneously accepting a flute of champagne from the girl who wasn't even old enough to drink. Though it wouldn't stop him from plying her with more alcohol and illicit substances if that led to lower inhibitions, as it had at Huntington's mansion.

"Cheers. To us." After the celebratory clink, Adam waited for Sophie to take a sip before he plucked the flute from her grasp and collected the still near-full bottle, "But, who needs glasses on a vacation." Holding it up in front of Sophie, he raised a teasing brow, placed the mouth to her lips and poured enough champagne out so that it spilled onto her neck and ran in small rivers down her chest. Then he leaned in to slowly follow a single flowing trail with the tip of his tongue, gathering up the last drop as it reached Sophie's cleavage. "Mmm, tastes good, I might just have to lick it off your entire body. Now, let's get you wet."

His cock already hardening in anticipation under the light-weight Khaki trousers when he straightened to meet the teen's eyes, Levine grinned, and motioned to the thatched hot-tub situated outside on the magnificent pool-deck, visible through the double glass doors. "It's clothing optional. Or would you rather wait for me the rip the rest off?" His paying audience would be content with either choice.
 
It would have been devastating and unimaginable to the teen if she were to find out just how elaborately Adam had planned to entwine business and pleasure on their little vacation. Sophie was content in her ignorance that the following days would be about exploring each other bodies and the beautiful paradise that was Hawaii, completely unaware of the fact that the pornographer had much different plans for them and her online fans. The teen was also looking forward to their meeting with the swimwear designer, the part of her that lusted for money and fame giddy at the thought of landing a lucrative contract.

Sophie was a generally outgoing and extroverted person, and her happiness showed on her face and in her body language when she playfully flirted with her manager and squealed in response at the slap to her toned ass. “Naughty!” She scolded him with a giggle, even as she did an impromptu strip-tease for the older man. Maintaining sultry eye-contact, she peeled her dress off inch by inch until her young tanned flesh was exposed. The arrangement of flowers around her neck with her tousled hair and bikini leant itself to an island vibe, and she was ready to get the fun started with some champagne.

Like any college student the teen was no stranger to alcohol, having attended a few campus parties since the semester began. Sophie wasn’t used to drinking such expensive booze, but just from the one sip Adam allowed her she knew it was the good stuff. “Hey!” She protested playfully when he grabbed her glass, eyebrows raised in disapproval. “Mmm…I suppose you’re right though. Why dirty a glass when you can dirty…me?” The teen giggled at the fizzy feeling of the champagne dripping from her lips down the column of her throat to her breasts, the sound morphing into a moan of anticipation when Adam’s tongue followed the path of the bubbly.

“Is that a promise? Better bring the bottle with us.” Sophie winked at him and grabbed his belt, her hand obviously and purposefully brushing against the front of his trousers where the fabric was beginning to bulge outwards. “Clothing optional, hmm? Well it would be nice to feel the island air on my skin.” As she spoke she walked backward and towed him along with her out onto to wooden deck. Once they reached the hot tub she turned so that her back was to him. “Can you help a girl with these ties? You got my all sticky now and this top needs to come off.”
 
Despite the cost of the airfares and accommodation, not to mention the temporary motion-sensor surveillance cameras that fed all footage back to a small hard-drive stored in the hotel safe, Adam considered it a good investment. Not just because of the additional material and opportunities to shoot the gorgeous teenager naked and fucked in a variety of gorgeous tropical locations, but because he'd also have a full week, with no classes or other obligations and chances to seek counsel from her peers or parents to interrupt her, to ensure Sophie dug herself so deep into the hole of pornography that she'd never be able to escape.

After her poutiness and negative reaction the morning after the gang-bang, he'd considered that it was exactly what she needed before he revealed to her the truth of the situation and her growing fame on the 'Girl Next Door' website. Whether he'd do that by the end of the trip or after they returned from Hawaii remained to be seen, but at some stage she'd need to be told. In the meantime, he intended to provide her with a vacation she'd never forget, and one that she'd only ever be able to afford with a man such as him and the career she'd inadvertently fallen into. What better way to start it off by screwing Sophie into oblivion, further confirmation that she turned him on like no other.

Which was pretty damn close to the truth Adam thought as his gaze roamed her perfect body and his lips, tongue and teeth followed the trail of bubbly down her toned, tanned skin. It wasn't simply her youth and physique, but the personality that accompanied them and he wondered for the umpteenth time if she held any concept at all of the natural sexuality she exuded. Or of the number of her male peers who likely jacked off fantasising about fucking her. Although that'd pale in comparison to the amount of men all over the world who'd be doing the same from the comfort of their homes with their wives soundly asleep in the adjacent room. "Just how I love you. Dirty."

He returned the wink and bit back a groan when her hand grazed the front of his trousers. Shaking his head, as if to admonish her for teasing, Levine hefted the magnum in his hand, leaving no doubt that he'd already planned to bring it with them. "Yep, clothing optional, and they're coming off one way or another. Get that cute butt outside. Now!" Issuing another spank to her ass she led him by the belt-buckle, Adam took a swig of champagne straight from the bottle after they reached the hot-tub, content when he raised his eyes to see a red-light blink on and off in a location that wouldn't be noticed unless you knew where to look, then proffered it to Sophie. "Take this."

Placing the bubbly in her grasp, Adam slipped his arms around Sophie, planted both hands on her stomach and pressed his growing erection into her ass. "I'll take this," he whispered, roaming his touch up until he'd cupped her breasts. Locating her nipples through the thin material, he tweaked one between his fingers and held her firm, ripe tits in his hands before moving to the string of bikini top. Expertly undoing it, the cups swiftly fell to her waist and the Co-ed's breasts bounced free in the warm tropical air. "Don't worry about spilling it, as promised I'll clean it all up."

As he nibbled his way from the back of her neck to her earlobe and his free hand glided down her torso, coming to rest lightly between Sophie's legs, it wasn't only from the champagne or solely to himself that Adam referred to for the microphones to pick up. "However, no guarantees that you won't be getting a whole lot stickier before the week's done."
 
Young Sophie was blissfully unaware of just what this little vacation of theirs entailed, thinking that this lovely paradise that was theirs for the week would simply be about them and not business. She would eventually find out how wrong she was, and that everything Adam did was a calculated business move. Naively she was looking forward to a peaceful week for the two of them, and she was happy to thank him for their little vacation the best way she knew how. The co-ed knew she was pretty and had a nice body, but she vastly underestimated her appeal to both genders and just how lucrative a website with her images and videos uploaded could be.

If she had known about the hidden cameras and Adam’s plans for the week she would have immediately put a stop to their fooling around, yet for the time being she remained innocent of his ulterior motives and happily acted as her natural self to create content for her well-paying fans to view later. Sophie would have happily sank to her knees to suck her manager off right there in the middle of the suite as thanks for their trip, but the mention of the hot tub and the beautiful deck that was visible through the wall of windows of their room gave her a better idea. “I’m going, I’m going!” She giggled as she pulled him outside and into the balmy tropical air of their island paradise.

“I don’t know though...I kinda like these flowers.” As she spoke she glanced down, provocatively lifting one hand to cup her breast through the fabric of her bikini top. “I think I’ll keep these on, for some island flair.” The co-ed pouted when she saw Adam drinking from the champagne bottle, but visibly brightened up when he handed it over to her. “Thanks babe, didn’t want you drinking all of it without me..” Her words faded with an appreciative moan when he placed his hands on her warm skin, the teen eagerly pressing her hips back against his cock. Sophie bit her lip to muffle a louder sound of appreciation when his hands trailed up to cup her breasts, nipples already hard beneath his fingertips and straining against the fabric of her top.

“You take such good care of me…what would I do without you?” Her tone was seductive and innocent at the same time, a shiver running down her spine from the warm air that now caressed her bared breasts and his hand between her legs. Taking a messy swig from the bottle she let some of the bubbly liquid trickle down her throat and chest, the bright sunlight reflecting on the rivulets that ran down her tanned skin. “I’m counting on it.” Sophie made a show of setting the bottle down on the edge of the hot tub and bending over to check the temperature, the cheeks of her toned ass barely covered at all by her swimsuit bottoms.

Finding the water to her liking the co-ed grinned over her shoulder at Adam before stepping into the swirling water, perky tits bouncing with each step that lowered her into the tub. “The water’s perfect, won’t you join me? I think I spilled some champagne that needs to be cleaned up….”
 
Eighteen years old, a body to die for, long, lustrous chestnut hair and exquisitely expressive hazel eyes, all accompanied by a flirtatious and engaging personality. Levine would be shocked if any straight male, and half of the female population, wouldn't jump at the opportunity to ravish Sophie Scott. Simply witnessing her in the throes of pleasure was enough in itself to drive a man to the brink of an orgasm as he'd personally discovered, and as many men would have their gazes locked on her youthful face as she came as those who fixated on her hungry holes being stuffed. She really was the perfect girl-next-door, and every minute that he spent with her only further confirmed that he'd made the right choice and she'd soon be a global name.

Which is why he'd need to tell Sophie the truth, and have her fully cognisant of what would be the only guaranteed way to continue on with the luxurious lifestyle he'd started to get her accustomed (and hopefully addicted) to, before those close to the teenager discovered her films on the web and urged her to escape the depravity. Although, of course, he wouldn't reveal he'd planned it all along, but that the idea to share the footage had occurred to him after the event and he'd only wanted to test the waters to see if it would be profitable before offering Sophie the choice. However, that would be in the future. For now he'd continue to keep her in the dark, blissfully unaware of the millions of people who'd later share in every intimate moment of their vacation.

That she did remain blissfully unaware was evidenced by her demeanour, and Sophie's unaffected flirtations elicited a chuckle from Levine as she dragged him outside. "Definitely keep it on." His gaze roamed to the ring of flowers, and Adam bit back a groan when the image of Sophie cupping her breast caused his erection to twitch in his Khaki's. "A hot-tub, lei, champagne and fucking outside under a palm tree, what else says tropical vacation better than that? Adam winked as he passed the bubbly back. "I wouldn't dare, plus I haven't witnessed you drunk yet. I'm curious to see if you could be even more fun?" Wiggling an eyebrow, his teasing transformed into a groan when she pressed into him.

"Not sure. Still on Campus, bored out of your skull, instead of in a five-star resort with the opportunity of one day being on the cover of Sports Illustrated." Levine whispered in her ear and cupped her breasts, enjoying Sophie's reaction to his tweak of an already hard nipple before he released her tits to the world. Grinding against her butt with his hand between her thighs, Adam released the teen as she pulled away, any reluctance to let her go compensated for by the view - one the hidden lenses also had a perfect angle of - of her toned butt cheeks and the thin strap of material between her legs when she bent over.

"God, I love that ass and those tits." Adam pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the ground after Sophie entered the water and invited him to join her. With him being mostly clothed each time they fucked, this would be the first opportunity she'd had to see him fully naked, however, he held no qualms about baring his lean, muscled physique on film. Stepping out of the Khaki's with the fabric of his boxers stretched outwards by the bulge of his erection, Levine collected the bottle, entered the hot-tub and waded towards Sophie. "Where did you spill it? "

Arching a brow when he reached her, Adam again followed the trail of frothy bubbles down her skin with his mouth, licking up the drops. This time he didn't stop at Sophie's cleavage, but instead titled the bottle so that champagne flowed like a waterfall over her ripe, perky tits and ran down her stomach. "Or here?" Lifting his eyes to lock on the teen's face, Adam's lips roamed over the slopes of Sophie's champagne coated breasts, lavishing each with kisses and licks, before he wrapped his lips around a rosy-pink nipple.

As he sucked and flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue, he deftly slid one hand under the fabric between the Co-ed's legs and rubbed his palm against her slit. "Damn, Sophie." Levine moved to her other nipple, attending to it as he had the first, then traced over another river of liquid up to her throat and bit down on the flesh of her neck. After leaving a hickey, he smiled at the Co-ed, "You're a horny, little bitch aren't you?," and slipped his middle finger into her tight cunt. Simultaneously, Adam used the arm holding the bottle to draw her hand down into his boxers to feel the throbbing cock that he planned to have the cameras capture the unsuspecting teen porn-star pleasure with her mouth before he fulfilled his promise to lick more of the expensive liquor off the remainder of her body. "So fucking hot, you could make any man come in a heartbeat."
 
“What else says tropical vacation better than that?” Sophie had never been on vacation to a tropical destination before, but Adam summed up what she had always envisaged in a few succinct words. It was still sinking in to the young co-ed that they had just begun a weeklong vacation in paradise, free from responsibility and work and stress. What she didn’t realize is that they would both be working, albeit in different capacities. Even now the hidden cameras were rolling, capturing footage that was sure to thrill her viewers and cement her reputation as the (naughty) girl next door.

“I’m not sure that you could handle me drunk!” She giggled as she took another swig of the champagne, already feeling the pleasant tingling in her limbs that signaled the alcohol was doing its duty. As a college student Sophie had attended her fair share of parties, and if the past was any indication it usually didn’t take much to get her drunk. An intoxicated Sophie was an affectionate Sophie, moreso than her usual friendly state. With enough alcohol in her system she became everyone’s best friend, and little boundary existed in terms of personal space. It also didn’t take much to turn her affection into lust, the horny girl next door already beginning to make an appearance as she rubbed her hips against Adam’s and teased him with her lithe curves.

What little modesty she still possessed around her manager was rapidly dwindling with the more she drank, the thought not even crossing her mind that while she was giving Adam a private show she might be doing the same for other vacationers rich enough to afford similar suites to their own. Sophie didn’t even think twice about stripping nearly nude out on the open deck, the warm balmy breeze and Adam’s intense gaze upon her skin incentive enough. “Oh, do you? Well then you better come show them some attention.” She grinned and curled her finger in invitation once she had settled onto the ledge of the hot-tub.

“Mmm, how’d I get so lucky to have a manager like you?” Hungrily she watched him strip, even in her tipsy state not remembering a time that they’d been in such an equal state of dress. Sophie smiled when he waded over to her, one hand splayed delicately on her collarbone. “Right about…there.” Her words morphed into a moan when his lips met her skin, lapping at the bubbly trail down her chest. The cool and frothy champagne that flowed down her torso made her nipples tighten, the buds hardening even more under the diligent attention of his tongue. “Fuck!” Sophie whimpered the expletive when Adam’s palm began to move against her cunt, bikini bottoms already wet with arousal.

She moved her hips in a needy manner against his hand, head thrown back and eyes closed to give his lips better access to her neck. "You're a horny, little bitch aren't you?," The co-ed had become so desensitized to insulting words that she didn’t even blink before nodding in agreement. “Your horny little bitch.” Sophie hummed in delight when a digit sank into her hot slit, and confidently she closed her fingers around his cock and began to pump up and down. “Any man, you say? Shall I try with you?”
 
Smiling internally as Sophie giggled aloud, he teasingly responded to the comment. "Oh, I'm sure I could handle you anywhere, anytime, Sophie." If not personally, he'd be there to film when others did. The resort was filled with rich, single businessman - or at least those unaccompanied by their wives - who'd unhesitatingly seize upon any chance to fuck the teenagers tight, hot cunt, and if intoxication made her more willing to spread her legs without too much pressure from Adam, all the better for him. In the morning, she'd only have herself to blame for any regret, and he'd have more opportunity to play the good-cop, reassuring her that it was okay to express her sexuality with whomever she chose. All that mattered was she'd enjoyed herself.

The sight of Sophie Scott's bikini clad ass and perky tits bouncing free had Adam's erection almost bursting out of his boxers when he joined her in the water. "I should ask how was I so lucky to find you?" He responded in kind, intentionally flattering as the champagne flowed down her body. "The moment you walked through the door, I knew you were perfect, that you were going to be a star." Speaking as his tongue followed the liquor down, and he teased her rosy-pink nipples, Adam's gaze raised to her face with the gasp that accompanied his palm on her slit, his eyes twinkling with an expression of satisfaction.

Having moved back up to her neck, lips moistened with champagne, and her tanned torso and breasts glimmering with the same, he scanned her face for any reaction to being called a horny bitch, almost laughing when she repeated the words back. "Sophie, the teen slut. You just love cock don't you, baby?" Adam continued as he dipped his finger into her tight cunt, and wrapped her digits around his shaft. "You're fucking dripping like a whore."

Lightly conveyed, but deliberately attempting to further associate the crude epithets with pleasure, his words soon turned into moans as she stroked him. With their combined ministrations splashing warm water between them, further coating her nubile body with shimmering droplets, he rubbed the Co-ed's clit with his thumb, two fingers now thrusting knuckle-deep in and out of her pussy, and enjoyed the sensations of her hand pumping his meat. When, simultaneously as Sophie's latest retort filled his ears, an indistinct voice garnered his attention, Adam shifted his gaze sideways, catching a glimpse of two figures on a nearby rooftop balcony, heads turned in their direction.

Uncertain if Sophie heard or also noticed them, he groaned at her question and slipped his digits, covered in her juices, from the Coed's soaked teen slit. "Any man." He shot her a conspiratorial wink, and lifted his arm. "See how sweet you taste." As he touched his digits to her lips, Adam removed Sophie's hand from his shaft, and turned her with him. Ensuring a nice angle for both the cameras and live audience when he hoisted himself up on the edge of the tub, he tugged at his boxers and released his erect throbbing cock to the tropical air. "Then why don't you try with your mouth."
 
Flattery was something that always went far with the young girl-next-door, and was likely one of the reasons she continued to agree to ever increasing scandalous acts. Sophie loved to be praised, and complimented, and told how sexy and amazing she was. Although far from stupid she had always been fairly average in school and didn’t receive much praise for her accomplishments there, so to be lavished compliments and attention from others thrilled her. Even if those compliments pertained to how hot her tits looked or how good her cunt felt, she was beginning to equate praise like that with payday. “You swept me off my feet that day.” Her little crush on him was evident, but she didn’t care. He had literally swept her off her feet at their first meeting though, when he fucked her on the sofa in his studio and photographed the entire thing.

“Just like you’re doing now.” Sophie’s voice was a content moan when his lips explored her warm flesh, the champagne bubbles fizzing pleasurably against her skin in tandem with his tongue. “You sure know how to treat a girl well.” Her hips moved at the same pace that her hand moved up and down the length of his cock, her hazel eyes meeting his heatedly as they mutually pleasured each other. The pleasant buzz she felt from the alcohol and his talented fingers brought her to the precipice of an orgasm rather quickly, even with him being distracted by on-lookers. The teen didn’t realize they had an audience, though she was becoming bolder in her sexuality and might not have minded even if she did know they were there.

“Fuck babe, I was almost there!” She pouted when he removed his digits from her hungry slit, glistening with the evidence of her arousal. Childishly she turned her head when he neared her lips, at the last moment turning her head back and capturing the pad of his finger in her mouth. Her tongue languidly lapped her juices from his digit before releasing his finger with an audible pop. Sophie’s brows arched in challenge when he switched their positions and moved to sit on the edge of the hot-tub, his cock freed from its confines and standing erect before her. “I think we both know how talented my tongue is…but I can prove it to you anyway.”

With a giggle she grabbed the nearly empty bottle of champagne. “I am a little thirsty though, this should help.” As he had done to her she tipped the bottle and dribbled some of the fizzy liquid onto his cock, her head immediately ducking between his thighs as she engulfed as much of his length as she could into her hot mouth. Her tongue laved the underside of his cock as she pulled back, suckling on the head for a moment before again sinking between his thighs. One hand braced herself on the edge of the hot-tub and the other moved in tandem with her mouth as she showed him just how much of a star she was.
 
"I believe I might have swept you onto your back." A low groan escaped with the words from his mouth into Sophie's when he leaned in for a kiss, caused by the sensations of her hand working his shaft as he simultaneously fingered her hot cunt. "Makes me wonder what would have happened if I hadn't accidentally left the camera on?" Levine smirked internally, pondering if she'd ever considered the fact that'd been deliberate, broke the kiss and arched a brow. "We likely wouldn't be here together."

Responding to the pout Sophie graced him with after the glimpse of the couple on the balcony caused him to remove his fingers from her dripping slit, with an amused shrug, Adam sat on the edge of the hot-tub, erection released and fingers shiny with her juices. "Don't worry, baby, you still deserve to be treated well, so after you remind me how good you are with that tongue, I'll have you screaming like a slut, I promise." When he tossed a second glance toward the nearby balcony, he saw the male lift his arm, glass in hand, and raise a cheer. That elicited a slight smile from the pornographer, but no direct acknowledgement so as not to draw the teen's attention to the couple before he refocused on her.

Adam tensed when he noted that she'd pulled away from his glistening digits, but what would have been a growl of annoyance morphed into a groan of pure arousal as she then turned back to capture his finger between her lips and taste herself. The sight as erotic any he'd witness with the girl, and one certain to be appreciated by the viewers. As would that be of her sucking him off. Despite having filmed her blowing Kurt on the day she'd signed the contract, and a multitude of men in Huntington's mansion, Levine had yet to receive the pleasure of having his meat stuffed in the teen's mouth. That anticipation, the audience, the foreplay, and Sophie Scott's half-naked visage; nubile form shining with water and champagne droplets, firm tits swaying in the warm air; had his cock aching. He might well come in that heartbeat. "Show me."

Not expecting her to return his earlier favour, Levine gasped when the cold champagne struck his body and flowed over his throbbing shaft. "Thirsty bitch." He referred as much to her thirst for cock as anything else, but before he utter another word, she'd ducked between his thighs. Adam threw his head back, and his hips bucked up urgently of their accord at the sensation of her tongue sliding up the underside of her shaft. "Damn, Sophie." After the eyes that had rolled back in their sockets refocused, he growled between pants, and locked his gaze on the image of his meat disappearing between her lips. As she began to work him with her hand and mouth, he dug his nails into the skin of her waist and groaned in pleasure, rising off the edge of the hot-tub in time with each of the teen's strokes and sucks. "You're fucking incredible."

His urgency growing by the second, meat glistening from the Co-ed's expert ministrations and making wet popping sounds each time it slipped in and out of her mouth, Adam knew he wouldn't be able to last long. However, even with a mind fogged by an increasing need to come, a part of it remained focused on his true intent for the girl. He forced himself to release his grip on Sophie's torso, threaded his fingers through her hair to push her further down on his cock, and raised his gaze. The couple had edged closer to the balcony, leaving Adam in no doubt that they were entranced by the show, further evidenced when the male shot him a thumbs-up.

On seeing that gesture, Levine gripped Sophie's shoulder and lifted her more upright and toward him, positioning her so that they'd be granted a perfect view of the teen's tight ass, and allowing him to thrust two fingers back into her sopping cunt. "Mmm, shit, Soph, we've got an audience." Using his grip of Sophie's tresses to pull her off his meat, he turned her head in the direction of the couple. Two digits of one hand remaining buried in her slit, Adam then brought her back to face him and lowered the other to his shaft, stroking it. "Keep going."

A few seconds more and he'd shoot his load, either in Sophie's mouth as she sucked him to release or by jerking off onto her perky teen tits, for the duo's voyeuristic gratification. Which, depending on if the Co-ed's awareness of their presence resulted in her displaying even the slightest hesitation in letting them watch her finish him off.
 
While the teen may have looked like the innocent girl next door she tried not to be entirely predictable, and she figured what better way was there to show her appreciation for Adam than to return the favor of tasting the champagne from his body. His gasp of surprise made her giggle delightedly as she bobbed her head between his thighs, the sound reverberating against his rock hard cock as she licked and sucked him. Thirsty bitch was tame in comparison to some of the names he had called her before, or even Karl or any of the nameless guys that had fucked her in succession at the Huntington manor, but it was one that essentially described her.

Sophie was hungry; for fame, and money, and cock. The first time she had posed for Adam and they had fucked she convinced herself that she was only eager for him, but it was becoming more evident the longer they worked together that she would spread her legs for any man with the right incentive or persuasion. Her manager knew just the right ways to persuade her, not that she needed much incentive to take his cock into her mouth and suck on him like her job depended on it. Each moan and expletive that left his mouth served to motivate her more, the teen wrapping her lips and tongue around his cock like it was candy and dipping her head rhythmically between his thighs.

While she was content to set her own pace, and did for a while, she also didn’t pull away when Adam moved his hand to weave through her dark locks and guide her the way he wanted. Sophie was blissfully oblivious to the audience that had gathered to watch the nubile teen suck off the older man, though that was the way it usually was with her. She was still unaware of how quickly her popularity was growing in the dark parts of the internet, or just how much money Adam was making off of her tight, young body and willingness to spread her legs for any man.

Sophie moved fluidly where he positioned her, back and hips arched as she leaned in closer to Adam. This would grant their audience an unobstructed view of her toned ass, the warm water of the hot-tub lapping at her thighs with the motion of her body. A pleased moan vibrated against his cock when two of his digits slid back into her slick slit, though it morphed into a surprised yelp of embarrassment when he guided her gaze towards their voyeurs. Immediately her cheeks flushed an even darker pink than the hot water had brought in embarrassment, but his voice commanding her to not stop made the teen bend over again and engulf the tip of his cock in her mouth.

The newfound knowledge that they had an audience strangely embarrassed yet thrilled her, but Adam’s climax summarily distracted her. Without hesitation she swallowed his seed, her throat working to capture every last drop. Finally she stood with a grin, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. The couple was momentarily forgotten. “Mmm, tastes like champagne.”
 
When Levine had initially come up with the Girl-Next-Door concept and advertised on the college Bulletin Board, he hadn't envisaged being one of the participants to appear in the footage, but simply the man who'd film it. However, as his relationship with Sophie grew and he'd come to discover just how easily she could be convinced to spread her legs anytime, anywhere, that had changed and he found himself enjoying being on the other end of the camera. The man was a pornographer, and it wasn't like he had a reputation to protect. Except, perhaps, that with the half-naked teen currently sucking him off, who continued to believe he had Sophie Scott's best interests at heart. And damn, she sucked cock like a pro.

Despite the palm he planted on her head, in reality she scarcely required an ounce of advice or encouragement. The girl appeared to enjoy her work, and it'd be obvious to the viewers that she must have gone down on a few guys even before she'd even encountered Adam Levine. Just how many of her High School and College peers Sophie had serviced, he'd one day have her reveal in intimate detail for the site members. But that was for later. As she continued, Adam's mind was fogged as much by his growing need to come as it was by anticipating how she'd react when he brought attention to their live audience. Jerking his throbbing meat after he pulled her lips off it with an audible wet pop, he kept an eye on Sophie, savouring the blush on her cheeks when she realised they were there.

Potential embarrassment, however, didn't stop her, and the second she turned back to wrap her lips around his head, Adam tipped over the edge. Levine bucked off the tiles, shuddering in pleasure as he shot his hot load in her mouth, fingers tearing at her hair and the couple looking on. Eyes glazed over, he watched her swallow every last drop, then grace him with a smile so erotic that it elicited a groan and twitch of his just satiated erection. "Holy shit, Soph, you're good with that mouth."

Only after she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, did Adam manage to pull his gaze away and wave at the audience. The man waved back, and even from a distance, Levine discerned the gleam of white teeth bared in a grin, and the sunlight glinting off the smart-phone held up to his eyes. Shooting happy snaps, no doubt focused entirely on the nubile Sophie, to recall the vacation by.

"Speaking of champagne, shall we continue the show?" Adam indicated the couple with a nod of the head when he returned his attention to the Co-ed, picked up the bottle and moved to his feet. He planted a hand on her shoulder, maneuvered Sophie to his previous seat on the edge of the hot-tub, urged her thighs apart with a knee, tugged the Co-ed's bikini bottoms aside and buried the two digits he'd had to briefly remove back in her tight, wet cunt. Simultaneously rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb, he jumped up to grab a cushion from a nearby banana lounge, dropped it by the hot-tub, and pushed the teen back onto it, ensuring he positioned Sophie so that she'd be able to see the voyeurs on the balcony, pink slit fully exposed to their view.

A second later, champagne, followed by a trail of bubbles, splashed off the teenager's tits, flowed down over her toned abdomen, coated her inner thighs and ran down her legs as Adam started to finger-fuck her sopping hole with increasing vigour. "While I lick that off the rest of your body, then screw your brains out, as promised."
 
While she had been a pretty clean example of the girl-next door in high school that hadn’t lasted very long once she reached college and escaped from the watchful eyes of her parents. Sophie hadn’t gone crazy with the drinking and partying but she had definitely started exploring boundaries and her own sexuality more than she had previously, and that included learning some tricks with her tongue. While the teen of course loved being pleasured she also equally enjoyed giving, and there was something that made her feel powerful knowing that her mouth could bring a man like Adam to the edge.

Though Sophie had done some experimenting and learning in college she was not used to having an audience for any of her performances, and witnessing firsthand that they had an audience nearly made her stop completely and go hide in embarrassment. Although her first instinct was to run Adam clearly had no problem with being watched, and the casual way he acted signaled that she shouldn’t make such a big deal out of their voyeurs. After some internal turmoil the teen resumed her actions, pushing the thought of the people watching them to the back of her mind and focusing her energy on making her manager cum in as little time as possible.

She was pleased that it did not take much effort on her part to achieve this goal, and her smile was bright once she finished sucking him off and swallowing every last drop. “You know that’s not the only thing I’m good with.” The teen giggled at the sight of his satiated expression, though her exuberance dimmed slightly at the reminder of their audience. Sophie pouted slightly but allowed Adam to maneuver her to take his vacated spot. “I don’t know babe, maybe we should go back inside…” Her uncertain tone morphed into a moan when he thrust two digits into her slick slit, her earlier arousal not diminished at all despite the unexpected voyeurs.

“Adam? What are you doing?” She was half confused and half annoyed when he suddenly jumped out of the hot tub and grabbed a cushion from a nearby lounge chair, though her irritation didn’t last long when he settled her onto it and covered her in the ticklish liquor again. “Fuck, that sounds amazing.” The champagne and sunlight made her nubile body sparkle as she stretched out on the cushion, her back and hips arched as he drilled her with his fingers. “Oh god, Adam!” Sophie was so wound up from earlier that it didn’t take long to push her to the edge of an orgasm, their audience nearly forgotten in her single minded focus of completion. “I need you inside of me.” She leaned up to capture his lips, one hand tangling in his hair as she moved her hips against his hand.
 
No, you're also good at spreading your legs for any male with a compliment and a smile.

That was Adam's internal thought as he grinned at the teenager who'd just swallowed his cum in front of a live audience. "You're a woman of many talents, and one of those is definitely at making a man hard." Despite having just released, Levine's had stiffened again. Whether that was due to Sophie, the voyeurs, the camera's that captured every moment of the girl's behaviour or the secret knowledge that the footage would soon be available for anyone with access to a credit card to view, Levine wasn't certain. Likely a combination of all.

Attempting to distract her when she expressed the first hint of real hesitation by thrusting two fingers back into Sophie's hungry slit - Adam found that usually worked a treat -, he toyed with her clit and shook his head. "Don't you find it hot, being watched? I'm sure he does, I bet you've got his cock throbbing." If she didn't like it, bad luck, for the teen had best become accustomed to having her lithe form displayed for the resort's clientele to admire. It wouldn't be the last occasion, and on the next, he planned for it to occur in a more public arena. That a woman was one half of the balcony duo was an unexpected bonus, and Adam wondered the Co-ed could be as easily manipulated into whoring herself out for own gender as she was for the opposite. Why should only males be allowed to partake in the erotic delights Sophie Scott offered. "Her panties soaked, too."

Adam laughed at the confused irritation in Sophie's tone when he jumped up to grab the cushion, but didn't reply, his intent soon obvious as he drizzled her in champagne and finger-banged her dripping hole, savouring the girl's aroused response. However, as enjoyable as it would be, for both he and the Girl-Next-Door website members, to lick the liquor from her body, Sophie's subsequent pleas to feel him inside her, led to a change of heart. "Fine, I'll just screw your brains out." Adam teased as she leaned up to capture his lips, simultaneously withdrawing his fingers from her cunt and slapping her slit. "Greedy bitch, is that what you are, Soph?" He whispered into her mouth, slapped her pussy a second time and then her thigh. "My cock-addicted slut?"

Still knee deep in water, Adam nipped her lower lip, broke the kiss, hiked Sophie's legs around his waist and slammed his entire length into her. The sensations of her slick pussy engulfing his meat elicited a pleasured cry from the Pornographer, before he gripped Sophie's arms and shoved them roughly above her head. He threw her back on the banana lounge cushion; stretched out, chestnut hair splayed around her angelic face like a halo, perky tits bouncing; then lowered his hands to Sophie's ass, lifted her hips in the air and began to mercilessly pound the Co-ed's sopping cunt. "Those college boys ever fuck you like this?"
 
"You're a woman of many talents, and one of those is definitely at making a man hard." Not the most romantic thing Adam, or any man, had ever said to her, but definitely one of the truest if her growing online fanbase was any indication. Sophie had never been particularly good at sports or other things requiring coordination, yet just a short amount of time spent with the pornographer had revealed hidden talents the teen never knew she had. Talents that would likely make her parents ashamed of her, but that could ideally make her a lot of money if Adam was to be believed. These talents with her tongue and body obviously pleased her manager, and the voyeurs that were watching them from above.

The co-ed still wasn’t sure how she felt about having an audience, but Adam was very good at distracting her. She rolled her hips against his hand, biting her lip when he began to play with her sensitive clit. “I-I don’t know…” Sophie had to pause, a moan interrupting her. “It’s just a little…uncomfortable...being out here where anyone could see us.” The wetness between her thighs and the way she kissed him betrayed just how comfortable she was, despite her weak protests. If he hadn’t pointed out that they had an audience the teen would have blissfully sucked and fucked him, completely oblivious. Now that she had seen the people watching them it was constantly at the back of her mind, caught between being shy and being bold.

Adam clearly wasn’t about to let their fun stop though, and his skilled digits expertly maneuvered her to the edge of a climax and put their voyeurs in the very back corner of her thoughts. “Fuck yes, I’m your greedy little slut!” Sophie gasped and shook when he slapped her clit and the tender flesh of her thigh, nearly all thoughts of the couple gone and replaced with need. “I need you inside of me.” She whispered against his lips, a loud scream of pleasure leaving her lips when he finally hiked her legs around his waist and impaled her on his cock.

“Oh God Adam, fuck me!” Any shyness she may have felt melted away when her manager hoisted her further onto the lounge and began to drill his hips against hers, the sound of the water sloshing in the hot tub adding to the noise of him pounding her slick pussy. “No one ever fucks me like you do!” Her back arched, breasts bouncing and rivulets of water and champagne dripping down her torso. It didn’t take long for her to climax after being so worked up, her thighs clenching his hips tightly and her entire body arched off of the lounge. “What a vacation…” Eventually she spoke, voice husky from moaning and screaming.
 
Sophie's moans and squeals of arousal were music to the Pornographer's ears, as were the lewd wet sounds emanating from her sopping cunt as he finger-fucked her. However, neither quite as pleasing as the vocal hesitation directed at the voyeurs on the balcony. One's that, whilst inaudible to that duo would be captured by the sensitive microphones attached to the hidden cameras and played on computer speakers throughout the world. Further confirmation her performances weren't fabricated.

It made him Adam wonder if he hadn't gotten the girl so heated and craving to come whether she'd have been more insistent in refusing to be fucked in full view of the couple, and what he would have done. Likely feigned anger or annoyance at her perceived immaturity. However, of that there was no requirement for apparently the needs of her greedy teen pussy overrode all else and, who knew, maybe despite the protestations deep-down it even excited her? The girl was full of surprises and Levine wouldn't be shocked if that was the case.

Regardless, she'd soon better become accustomed to it "Uncomfortable, but fucking hot. You're fucking hot, Sophie, and it just shows how much I can't resist you that I don't care where we are or who's watching. Why not flaunt what you have." Then, as if to prove the truth of his inability to resist her charms when she pleaded to feel him inside, he forgot his previous intent and slammed his meat balls-deep into her tight, dripping slit.

Water splashed over the side of the tub and sweat dripped from his brow as he fucked her, balls slapping Sophie's thighs and his cock drilling her cunt. When her tight walls clenched around him, Adam's nail's scraped the skin of her legs and he threw his head back in ecstasy, impaling Sophie with each savage thrust. "Cum for me, prove what a whore you are."

To further urge her on, he dropped a hand and slapped his palm harshly against her firm ass. When she screamed and arched up off the lounge, he came with her, shooting his second load of the night, and filled her pussy with his seed. It mingled with her juices and dripped from her hole as he collapsed on top of the teenager, panting and groaning against her neck. "Holy shit."

Spent from his consecutive orgasms, Levine lay still for a minute before Sophie's comment elicited a laugh. He gathered the energy to place his palms either side of her hips, push up to his elbows and plant a kiss on her lips. "We just arrived, Soph, an entire week to go, and I'm going to screw you so many more times that you'll be barely able to walk by the time we leave." His words accompanied with a smile, Levine glanced over his shoulder. Their viewing entertainment over, the couple waved then disappeared from view and he refocused on the freshly-fucked teen.

"Tomorrow, it's all about you. I'll treat us to a shopping excursion with my credit card or we can explore the city, sight-see, relax at the beach. Totally your choice. I want this to be a vacation you'll never forget." Adam kissed her again, and ran his hand down her Sophie's body, resting his palm between her legs as he slipped his softening meat from her slit. What he didn't reveal was that whilst the day would be hers, the evening would be his to create further memories for the Co-ed by ensuring that by the time they returned to the resort Sophie was high, tipsy, grateful and horny enough to be keen to spread her legs for more cock. No matter whose or how many. "How's that sound?"
 
Lexi wasn’t sure that her heart would ever stop racing after their close encounter with Karl, her anxiety and blood-pressure at maximum level even as they drove toward the airport and theoretically left the head of security behind. The heiress was silent as Richard drove, constantly checking the side and rearview mirrors expecting Karl or some of her father’s security team to suddenly appear and hunt them down. She usually didn’t considered herself to be a paranoid person, but there was something about being on the run from her rich and influential father that made her want to put as much distance between them as possible.

Before they had left the hotel she had joked about wanting to stop for some coffee on the way to the airport, but her stomach was so wound into knots that Lexi wouldn’t have even been able to take a sip of the beverage that she usually loved. All she wanted to do was get to the airport and get on a plane before anyone recognized them. The drive seemed to last an eternity with her constant vigilance, but finally they arrived at the bustling airport. Alexandra let out a tiny sigh of relief, knowing that at least they could disappear into the crowd if they needed to make a quick getaway from any pursuers.

Quickly she kissed Richard, squeezing his hand tightly. “Almost there, babe.” The socialite would still be under the thumb of her father if it weren’t for her lover, and despite the risky deal she would need to make with a sleazy pornographer she didn’t forget how much she owed to Richard. “I guess we’ll just leave the car, yeah? Not like we’ll be needing it where we’re going.” With any luck it would go undetected for a while in the busy lot. Lexi grabbed her bag, and as they waited in line to go through security and for the plane to board she couldn’t help but be cautiously optimistic about the future.

“Thanks for coming to get me.” Her soft voice broke the silence between them as the plane prepared for take-off, the tension that she had been keeping inside finally beginning to abate slightly. She hadn’t recognized anyone that had boarded the plane with them, and she hoped they wouldn’t be in Hawaii long enough for her father to track them down. “Where should we go after…this? I’ve heard Australia is nice…” It was something nice to think about as the plane took off from Los Angeles, hopefully leaving most of their troubles behind.
 
The Hacker had attempted to remain calm so as not to frighten Lexi further, or cause either of them to freeze at the sight of Karl and draw attention to themselves. It took all the resolve he could muster to retain his composure as he did. Only when the man was out of sight, did he allow his thoughts to turn to their narrow escape, and his hand's began to shake noticeably. "Caffeine withdrawal." Richard attempted a joke when he glanced at Lexi, any concept of stopping along the way brushed aside.

The comforting grip of his lover's hand and her kiss on the cheek meant more to him than he could have expressed, providing his guilt-ridden mind some consolation as he imagined the worst of Lexi's impending liaison with Levine. What if after the close call with Karl she refused to go ahead with it? Of if she did, what would Levine force her to endure in order to secure the footage? Surely the Pornographer wouldn't let her off lightly, and Richard envisaged the man savouring Alexandra's embarrassment and humiliation as he ogled his lover's naked pictures with her in attendance. Or worse.

"We'll leave it here." At the airport, he draped an arm around Lexi's waist and pulled her close, keeping a vigilant eye out for any signs of Huntington's goons as they approached the departures terminal. Fortunately, there were none, and he sighed in relief when they safely passed through security and boarded the plane where he'd ensured they'd have at least a modicum of privacy by booking all three seats in the row.

Once seated, he turned on hearing the soft words and met her gaze. "Lexi." Treloar, vividly recalling her rescue from the LA mansion and his initial gatecrashing of her Father's cocktail party, cupped her face in his palm and caressed Alexandra's cheek. "I love you more than life itself, I'll always be there." Richard maintained unblinking eye contact for a few seconds, wanting her in no doubt as to his sincerity, before the intensity faded. Then he smiled, "I do hear Aussies are extremely hospitable and cater an unforgettable wedding," and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on the Heiress' lips. "Mrs Treloar. That's sounding better and better all the time."

As the aircraft taxied down the runway, he sat back and remained silent until after take-off. When the plane was airborne, Richard shifted his gaze back to Lexi, and his tone returned to a more sombre note. 'After we arrive and find a place to hole up, we'll contact Levine, see if he's amenable to bringing the meeting forward, to tomorrow if possible, and put an end to this?" Treloar raised a brow and reassuringly squeezed her knee, unaware of how unlikely that was.

For with his main priority his plans for the teen cock-whore named Sophie Scott, Adam would fit Alexandra Huntington into his schedule at his leisure. It wasn't as if the Socialite could obtain what she so obviously desperately needed from another source.

"Just continue to trust me, okay?"
 
Every time she felt the weight of someone’s eyes on her the Heiress unconsciously tensed up, thinking that they had been found out and would soon be apprehended by her Father’s security. Being recognized would have been catastrophic to their plan, and though she relaxed marginally once they had cleared security it was still tough to let go of the paranoia. It was bad enough catching a glimpse of Karl when they were in the car, but if she had to come face to face in the airport with the man who had brutalized her without remorse Lexi wasn’t sure how she would have reacted.

Thankfully Richard’s plan went off successfully and they were able to board the plane without incident. She didn’t know the details and logistics of just how he had been able to get them onto a flight and also misdirect the attention of her Father’s team, who by now knew she was missing, but she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was get the hell out of Los Angeles, make a deal with an almost real life devil, and then get as far off the grid as they possibly could. If she ever saw her Father or anyone from her old life again it would be too soon. Despite her anxiety Richard was able to calm her down in almost a single touch, the warm weight of his palm caressing her cheek making her sigh in relief.

When so much in her life was out of the Socialite’s control it was hard for her to be herself and trust wholeheartedly, but first loves were a different breed. “I'll always be there.” While of course Lexi knew that he loved her, it soothed her on a spiritual level that Richard was steadfast in his belief that they would always be together. One day she would be strong enough to tell him just what exactly she had endured in their absence in L.A, once she healed from the mental and emotional wounds that Karl had inflicted upon her. It would be difficult, probably one of the hardest things she would ever do, to share the truth with her lover, but she would be able to do it knowing that Richard would forgive her.

“Thank you.” Her voice was low, barely audible, as she conveyed her gratitude to him for his unwavering devotion after all of their difficulties. The mood lightened after that, a smile coming to rest on her lips in answer to his own. “Well it’s settled then. I think Australia would be a wonderful place to start a new life…as your wife.” They sat in silence then for a while, eventually her head lowering to rest on his shoulder as the crushing anxiety she had been feeling slowly drained to exhaustion.

The mention of contacting Adam Levine put a sour taste in her mouth, but it was unavoidable. “Of course I trust you, babe. The sooner we get this over with the sooner we can disappear…and I’d prefer to get this done as soon as we can.” Not just to spend the least amount of time possible with Levine, but also so that it doesn’t give Karl much time to track their whereabouts.
 
When Richard had embarked on his mission to reunite with Lexi, he'd possessed no true idea where it would lead. In the back of his mind lurked the concern that it'd be dangerous, however, he'd pushed those concerns aside due to his selfish drive to see his adolescent love. He hadn't fully comprehended the impact on Alexandra and only when the danger became a reality had it hit home. Then it happened so quickly. The unexpected trip to LA, Karl's discovery, Huntington's perversions at the LA residence and Adam Levine and the film. Intuitively, he sensed that there was something Lexi hadn't revealed about events at the mansion, but hadn't inquired. For his own sanity.

He already felt responsible for it all and that he'd granted Alexandra no real option except to leave behind the entire life she'd known with no hope of a return. He'd never loved anyone like he loved the Heiress, so much that it hurt and couldn't be expressed in words. In the recess of his consciousness lay the fear that she'd blame him for all that occurred and the insecurity that perhaps his love was stronger than hers. Every touch, every gesture and expression of affection that she provided increased his confidence that he'd done right. Even if it required him to encourage Lexi to place herself at risk. "You'll make the most stunningly beautiful bride and me the luckiest man on Earth." No better way to allay his insecurities than hearing Lexi repeat her desire to join him in matrimony.

Mentioning Levine, he'd thought to wait, but needing to feel as if they had a solid course of action in mind Treloar couldn't refrain from raising the subject. He gritted his teeth as he did, not wanting to inflame Lexi's nerves and when she replied, he simply squeezed her knee again and nodded in shared understanding. Then Richard finally relaxed, enjoying the feel of her head on his shoulder and soft hair brushing the skin of his arm as he closed his eyes and allowed the mental exhaustion of the last few days to claim him in sleep.

The journey was uneventful and after the plane descended smoothly onto the runway and came to a stop, Richard was first out of his seat. "We're here." He attempted to ignore the knots in his stomach as he glanced out at the Honolulu skyline, a mixture of nervous tension at the concept of having to walk through the airport in case Huntington's men had uncovered their intended destination and awaited, and anticipation in the knowledge they were that much closer to Levine and obtaining the film that would secure their liberty. "Shall I tell the welcoming party that you're my fiance, they might have a special lei? Oh, and I've wrangled a luxury apartment, we just need to text the owner when we're ready to check-in."

Determined that they wouldn't again be cooped up and driven stir crazy as they had been in the run-down hotel room in LA, Richard had directly contacted a number of Landlords on the Island he'd sourced through Air B'n'B, using a throwaway email address. Eventually, he'd come across one with an apartment in Waikiki who'd quickly agreed to Richard's 'no questions asked' cash payment offer of triple the advertised rate, and kept it secret from Lexi to have some positive news for her on arrival. Although he'd need to withdraw the funds from a teller machine which would dent his savings and leave its own trail, they wouldn't be required to supply a card imprint or provide identification to secure the accommodation itself, meaning their location was electronically untraceable. They'd be safe as long as they remained vigilant.

He smiled and proffered Lexi his hand. "Honolulu's a big city and if we can't arrange that meeting for tomorrow, - careful not to mention Levine's name - at least we'll be comfortable and able to get out and about. I've always wanted to visit Hawaii but never had the opportunity, so in the meantime we'll make the most of it and treat the week as a prelude to our Honeymoon."

Richard's cheerful bravado struck a discordant note even to his own ears.
 
As her head rested on her lover’s shoulder the Socialite closed her eyes and tried to will herself into a dreamless sleep, hoping that the events of the past few days would not haunt her dreams as they had been recently. The growing darkness under her eyes barely detracted from her beauty and could one hundred percent be attributed to their whirlwind escape, but her growing exhaustion was exacerbated by the fact that whenever she closed her eyes she was transported back to the manor and the atrocities that Karl had committed.

It ate away at her psyche that something so terrible had occurred to her, that she had been powerless to stop it. That he had made her body enjoy it - some of it. It killed Alexandra that she had to keep such a monumental secret from Richard, and it hurt even more that she had no idea how he would react if he ever did find out. Would he even still love her if he ever found out how she had been used and abused like a cheap whore from a street corner instead of the privileged life she had grown up in? She loved him so much that it hurt sometimes, and she didn’t know if she would ever be able to repay him for helping her escape her toxic life, no matter the consequences.

These heavy thoughts plagued her as they flew across the Pacific Ocean, the nearly six hour flight giving both of them some time to rest. Her dreams were not all bad, however, some light interspersed in the darkness when her subconscious occasionally dreamt up a flower dusted aisle and glimpses of a white dress in her future. Lexi jolted awake when they finally descended in Hawaii, blinking owlishly at Richard once the plane had come to its gate and he stood up. Rubbing a hand across her eyes she chuckled huskily, her voice still thick with sleep. “Why not? We’ve been through so much together we barely need the piece of paper.”

The brevity of his comment was marred when she too glanced out of the plane window at the skyline and realized how much closer they had come to Levine and the fruition of their plan. She did perk up at the mention of their accommodations, a smile growing across her cheeks. “That sounds lovely. I could really use a hot shower.” Grabbing his hand as she stood her smile dimmed slightly at the mention of the meeting. “I think it would be best to just get it over with…but you’re right at least we’re in a beautiful place.”

Snagging her bag as they debarked from the plane she couldn’t help but feel her anxiety begin to rise again, her head swiveling back and forth as they walked through the airport on the lookout again for any of her father’s goons.
 
Richard was glad to see the Lexi's expression brighten at the revelation of the apartment, although it faded shortly after and he was reminded by her words of how much, despite his best intentions to remain upbeat, the impending meeting with Levine lurked like a dark shadow in the background. However, at least it was better to fake confidence and cheer rather than succumb totally to negativity. He helped maintain his own by envisaging the life they'd spend together as a married couple when it was all over. Aware no relationship was ever perfect that was still the dream of Richard for his and Lexi's, oblivious to the secrets already held between them.

"It is beautiful and a hot shower sounds great, so let's get off this damn plane." Taking Lexi's hand as she stood, whilst she grabbed her bag he retrieved the rest of their luggage from the overhead compartment. Due to their sudden departure they had only what they'd carried on board, and with no need to detour via baggage collection it was a direct route to the exit. He kept his nerves hidden as best he could, eyes swiveling back and forth to survey those in the terminal, coming to rest on one man then moving onto the next when he concluded the first was no threat.

Relief flooded his system when, after having received the customary lei greeting and withdrawing funds from a teller machine, they made it outside without attracting undue attention. He texted their landlord as they walked towards the line of taxi's and received an immediate reply stating that he'd be waiting for Richard at the address. "Half an hour and we're there, it's all going to plan." Buoyed by that fact, Richard kissed Lexi softly and wrapped an arm around her waist as they entered the cab.

"Tenth floor, overlooking Waikiki beach." Treloar pulled her head to his chest, nuzzling the top of her hair and enjoying the comforting feel of Lexi's body against his in the back seat. After they arrived, he stepped out to greet the man who waited at the entrance to the building. A few seconds later, he exchanged a bundle of cash for a key-card, then beckoned for Alexandra to follow before he collected their bags from the pavement where the driver had left them and headed into the foyer.

"Don't you love that smell of sea air?" Attempting to keep up the facade of a vacation, Richard motioned for Lexi to enter first when the elevator arrived and the doors opened. "Shower, freshen up and then venture out for a meal, or call for delivery." He stepped in after her, selected their floor and leaned against the wall. As the car ascended, a smile played across his lips. "Or I could try my hand at mustering up a meal, accommodation comes fully stocked with provisions."

His smile widened into a grin, the man able to push their intent to contact Levine later to the back of his mind. For now, content in the knowledge that unlike the claustrophobic LA hotel room, and really for the first time since they'd reconnected at her Father's cocktail party, the apartment provided an opportunity for him and Lexi to simply enjoy each others company in comfort and complete safety. 'You might be surprised to learn the teenage Richard Treloar turned out to be quite a dab hand in the kitchen."
 
Getting off of the plane was something she very much wanted to do, but that meant they would again have to face the real world and the possibility that they had somehow been followed to this tropical paradise. As they filed off of the plane she held her bag tightly, her knuckles turning white at the tenseness of her grip. Her other hand was securely locked in a grasp with his, their fingers laced together as though their physical bond could protect them against anything that may be waiting out in the airport terminal. They were closer to achieving their goal, but there was still a lot of uncertainty that lay before them.

An oversized pair of sunglasses hid her eyes behind dark lenses as they walked through the airport, partly to disguise herself from any onlookers who may recognize her as the Heiress to the Huntington fortune and partly because the feeling of anonymity they gave her was slightly calming. Both of them were on high alert as they moved purposefully through the airport towards the exit, the pair of them surreptitiously looking for suspicious looking people while also attempting to not look suspicious themselves. It was nerve-wracking as they found an ATM and waited while Richard withdrew money, until finally they stepped outside and she was able to breathe a full breath of relief.

“I’m just glad we made it here.” Smiling briefly in response to his kiss they ducked into the cab and she leaned against him as they drove, her left hand coming up to rest against his chest as she idly drew patterns against his sternum. “Hmm…I think one of my fingers looks a little bare for our engagement story to be believed.” Lexi teased him with a smile, the nervousness from their journey abating briefly now that they had arrived and had a place to lay low for a while. Their drive to the building was not long at all, and after a brief exchange of payment they had the key to the luxury apartment all to themselves. Even the lobby of the complex was luxurious, bright white marble and tall windows allowing an already stunning view of the beach.

The elevator arrived promptly and they had the car to themselves as it ascended to the tenth floor. “It’s quite refreshing darling, you did an amazing job picking out this place.” While it was impossible to forget they weren’t on a relaxing vacation their lodgings did do a good job in distracting them. “We just got here too…I think staying in would be more relaxing, don’t you think?” She couldn’t help but laugh at his last statement as they stepped off of the elevator and navigated to their apartment, the lock on the door flashing green after she swiped the card.

“That is very surprising actually. I’m not sure that even you could stand up to the high standards that I demand…for my grilled cheeses.” Lexi couldn’t contain her giggles then, simply teasing her lover as they stepped into their unit. It was done very modern as the lobby was with white marble and leather furnishings that drew the eye to the impressive wall of windows that led to a balcony and a breathtaking view of the beach. “This is amazing babe, I’m already so relaxed!” She leaned over to kiss him and grab her bag at the same time. “I think it’s time for a shower, don’t you?” Her raised brow reflected an invitation for him as well.
 
"Only bare until I've decided if I should ask for your help in selecting the ring, or assume that responsibility myself and hope you don't hate my choice," Richard grinned. The fact they were now ensconced in the taxi further soothing his mind with each mile they it put between them and the airport. With her head pressed to her chest and his lips brushing her soft, silky hair, the man's heart swelled with affection. "I still plan to propose properly, and you'll have no idea when or how and won't see it coming."

Exactly how it'd transpire Richard didn't know himself, however, when the appropriate time did come for him to get on bended knee and formally request her hand in marriage, he'd make it a fittingly memorable occasion. Anticipation of that event caused him to have an extra bounce in his step as he jumped out to pay for the accommodation.

As she joined him in the lobby, the opulence of the complex and the ocean breeze flowing through the entrance doors made it feel more and more like a vacation. "I thought you deserved a little luxury, and a chance to enjoy my company." Teasing, Richard rested casually against the elevator wall and savoured the sound of Lexi's giggles, then the laughter that escaped her mouth after they exited at their floor, music to the man's ears. He couldn't recall her having laughed so unaffectedly since they'd reconnected.

It appeared the surroundings had also relaxed Lexi and he took a quick sweep of the apartment, noting it was well-appointed with leather furniture and deep-pile carpet, identical to the images he'd seen on the BnB website, then returned his gaze to her. The vision of Alexandra was inifintely more enticing than the panorama of Waikiki Beach promised from the balcony. "Well, babe, you haven't had my grilled cheese, I've been told it's the world's best." Momentarily, he didn't possess a care in the world; Adam Levine, Sophie Scott, Karl Williams and Blair Huntington didn't exist. It was just Richard Treloar alone with the love of his life.

As if she'd read his mind, he wiggled an eyebrow at her unspoken invitation. "Considering this is a prelude to our honeymoon." He stepped closer, wrapped his arms around Lexi's waist, and returned her kiss. "I believe shower sex is a given." Richard twisted the Heiress in his arms so that her back was to his chest and nudged her towards the bathroom. The door stood open, providing a view of the shower stall, white tiled at the back with three three clear glass walls, including the door, and roomy enough to host a party in. "It's been, what, twenty-four hours since we last screwed each others brains out. Way, way too long, with so many years to make up for."

A smile in his voice, Richard maneuvered her all the way into the room. He stopped at the threshold of the shower, slipping one hand under Lexi's top to cup a firm breast in his palm and simultaneously leaned over to turn on the faucets with his other. As water sprayed from the overhead nozzle, he tweaked her nipple between two fingers and nibbled his way up her neck to her ear. ""Have I mentioned that I adore you, Alexandra Huntington, and that I plan to spend the rest of my life ravishing your body every which way possible?"
 
It was difficult for the Heiress to stop smiling as his words replayed in her head. "I still plan to propose properly, and you'll have no idea when or how and won't see it coming.". The thought that he was planning a proposal that would surprise her was exciting, though a very small part of her wanted to demand that he let her know when this would be taking place to ensure that she looked her best for the occasion. However, Lexi knew that anything he planned would be preferable to the insufferable gala that her father would undoubtedly have planned to show off his newest business deal of selling her to the Astor’s.

“Baby you know I will love anything you pick out and any proposal you plan, but remember that I prefer white gold.” She winked as he departed the taxi and waited until the deal had been done before exiting herself and walking into the lobby of their accommodations. The building was beautiful and opulent, and despite their dark purpose in Hawaii the socialite was elated to spend some time with Richard in such gorgeous surroundings. “I remember it wasn’t so long ago that I forgot how much I enjoyed your company…thanks for reminding me.” Her tone was light-hearted, but her words were weighty when she thought back to their meeting at her father’s party and how their romance had been rekindled.

If it weren’t for him crashing the party that night they would be living vastly different lives, and despite the obstacles they had both faced since then Lexi couldn’t imagine going back to how things had been. It was nice to be able to relax and enjoy each other’s company, and she couldn’t help but laugh as he boasted of his cooking skills. “Mmm, well we’ll just have to put that claim to the test won’t we?” Although some lunch sounded fabulous she was anxious to touch his body and feel him inside of her, and to erase all of the bad memories that Karl evoked.

“I think that every vacation should be like a honeymoon, what do you think?” She laughed as he urged her into the bathroom, the gigantic showering beckoning to them. Although they weren’t here strictly for fun it was impossible to not enjoy each other when they had the opportunity. “It’s been much too long since you’ve properly ravished me, but I think I can forgive that if you start now…” Lexi shivered in anticipation when his hand found its way under her blouse and bra to her nipple, the bud already hard beneath his fingers. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, sighing in pleasure.

As steam began to build in the room from the hot water she then turned in his embrace, leaning forward to give him a lingering kiss as she pressed her hips against his teasingly. “I think you’re a bit overdressed. Let me help you.” Her hands trailed down his chest to grasp the bottom of his shirt. “Should we start here…” After pausing a moment her hands drifted lower to grasp his belt buckle. “Or maybe this would be best.” Mischievously she dexterously undid his belt buckle and unbuttoned his pants, her hands purposefully brushing against the bulge there.
 
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