The Dark Secret of the CEO by Sofia de Orellana

“…I hate the idea,” groans Bart.

It’s already the second time he said that.

“Chill, Bart, he’s perfect for this,” I chuckle. “The girls on the forum were unanimous. That photographer is a typical asshole, using his reputation to force them to do nudes. But, he does have some talent, and plenty of reputation in the field, which is why none of them has been able to sue the bastard… Too bad for him, I doubt he’s ever met someone who could actually stand up to his schemes.”

“…Yeah, I hate it.”

I ignore him, and step out of the car. Cecily helped me pick out my outfit, and we settled for one of my new pairs of slim jeans, and a black, fitted tank top, the basic outfit for a model. With my high-heel boots, my coat and the black cap, I look the part. I’m also not wearing any makeup, which makes me glad for my new flawless vampire skin… I adjust the big glasses on my nose, another last-minute accessory I thought about, just in case.

“You wait for me here,” I say, leaning against the car’s window. “I’ll be just fine, Bart. If he doesn’t think I came alone, he’ll be even more annoying to deal with, and I don’t want to spend more time than necessary up there already. Okay? Just go and… have a drink while I’m busy.”

“Very funny.”

He keeps on a grouchy face, and his hands tight around the wheel. I know he won’t leave the car and just keep listening to everything that’s going on up there, but I’m really not worried either way. If anything, I’d be worried for the bastard waiting for me upstairs. Actually, this will be a good exercise for me…

I check the texts again. I’m a bit early, but so be it. Any girl should have been wary of a man that offered a shooting session at seven in the evening, but for me, it was perfect, right after sunset and with still enough time to prepare myself. I re-read the messages while getting out of the car and walking up to the building. It was quick. My shy text with a brief bio. His prices, sent an hour later making himself look very busy, but really, all I had to do was to send a couple of pictures of me. He said yes right away, thanks to Cecily’s thorough catfishing expertise… I got a time and location for the very next evening. I did look good in those pictures we sent, and just innocent enough to be that rotten pig’s type. Finally, I spent a while reading a long thread of girls complaining about his methods on an anonymous forum, so I know exactly what to expect.

“Hera!” He opens the door. “Come in, darling.”

Damn, he is charming, for an asshole. Perfect white teeth, nice face, well built. He smells like cologne, good cologne and aftershave. I guess there’s a reason so many girls fell for it. The more my vampire eyes look though, the more I find some imperfect details. A random beard patch under his chin, a faint smell of tobacco and whiskey, and his shirt not so subtly opened two buttons down on a hairy chest. …Yuck. His mid-length hair and golden necklace tell me he thinks himself more handsome than he really is. Well, perhaps it is the comparison with my new male siblings that make him look horribly average…

“Good Evening, Sir,” I say in my shyest voice.

“Sir? Please call me Scott! Your pictures aren’t bad,” he says with a bright smile. “You’ve got potential, but how come your Instagram is empty, darling?”

Of course he checked out my social media.

“Oh, I decided to delete everything a while ago and get a fresh start,” I smile innocently. “I heard that your social media should be absolutely flawless, so I had to get rid of everything that was in there, I intend to manage it better from now on! These pictures will be my first step.”

“Good, good! You know, I don’t often have time like this for a newcomer like you, you got lucky. Somebody cancelled on me last minute, so here we go. And also, I do know how to recognize some potential when I see it!”

There we go, flattering me as if I should be so grateful he agreed to give me two hours of his time… I quickly glance around. We are obviously in his private apartment, so I guess the studio he mentioned is that white corner with the cameras and bright light set up in the living room. It may seem fancy to newcomers who have only ever taken pictures with a phone or a half-decent camera, but I know this is all pretty cheap equipment to put his hands on. Way to have girls come over making them think it’s some professional studio location. There’s a bottle of whisky visible on the bar of his open kitchen, and I’m sure the door isn’t open on the bedroom just by mistake either.

“Oh, would you like a glass?” He offers. “I just usually pour myself a glass before work. Relax, I’m not the kind of asshole to force you to drink! It’s just that it often does help to relax the newbies a bit!”

I was also prepared for this. The girls who refuse to drink get gradually pressured that they are just not relaxed enough until they actually agree to the first glass… I’ll skip that part, and make it seem easy.

“…It’s not too strong, is it?” I ask, using my fake shy voice.

“Of course not!”

Liar. At least, he’s completely buying my acting. Looks like I haven’t lost my touch… I glance at the large windows, with lots of natural light coming in. Well, right now it’s natural moonlight. I bet Bart is listening to everything from downstairs, his car is parked right outside those windows.

I take the glass Scott hands me, pretending not to see how he just checked me out from head to toe… with a good stop on my cleavage.

great proportions, Hera darling,” he says. “I’m

the sweet whiskey

a bit odd, even for cheap whiskey, so I suspect there’s something else in it. Well, nothing to bother me. I walk over to the white corner,

professional

just with my friend… She’s the one who mentioned you, actually, and she heard you were a pretty known photographer in the

free for his ego. He immediately seems to grow

do have a lot of very good relationships with some of the very best. If you work well with me, having my name on your book is already a very good way to introduce yourself to the agencies honey, it is a competitive world to step into! I could even

hope these pictures turn out

depend

where to look, the way to tilt my head and make myself look good. He’s still happy to try and drop a few compliments, boasting about my curves, my “natural talent for this”, and how I look good in his camera. There’s a hint of flirting, but it’s smooth, always an inch away from the line. Seems like he’s perfected his game over the years, but it’s always the same. The girls on the forum almost always mentioned

checking on his camera. “Shall we take a little break? You must

“Sure!”

see him pour more than one normal dose, and drink it politely, like a good girl. That guy probably thinks he’s being subtle, but his body language is all too clear; he’s getting closer, and when he brushes my skin “by mistake”, he jolts, surprised by how cold it is… Still, he’s enjoying the hunt too much to realize I’m not the prey. I suggest we get back to it

bit of an opportunity here. Would it be alright if

I smile, and slowly, turn

him groan.

shy. I still have to act the part though, so I pretend that the alcohol is working its part in making me more relaxed, and

pictures, Honey. It’s always better when there’s nothing like this stupid fabric, so they get a better picture of

“Of course!”

child; I know how to pose so I show enough, but not too much. This time, I step up my A-game: I give him flawless poses, cross my arms left and right or give him the back view to hide my nipples; whatever he says, he can’t make some bullshit

not long after. “Come

fuming in the car, but this is going just as expected. He’s far too excited, and the shutter doesn’t stop even when I’m just taking off my jeans. I pose, with just my simple black panties left, giggling and acting like a foolish girl who doesn’t realize how

keeps saying, getting closer.

still shooting. He’s getting close, though, too close. I know he’s struggling because I do know how to pose, and he hasn’t been needing to give me any directions for a while. He clearly knows what he wants next, but he’ll have to play smoothly

know, it would be better if you

“You think so?”

hand on my hip, staring at him. I cut off

you’re embarrassed, I

glass. I take it, and drink it, while he smiles, thinking he won. When I’m done, I extend my arm, and drop the glass, letting it shatter loudly and theatrically on the ground. Then, I

piece of shit,” I

wasn’t sure he’d heard me

“E-excuse me?”

weren’t sure what they did, took hundreds, thousands of pictures of them nude, of yourself having sex with them, and then, you handed them the acceptable pictures, threatening to release the embarrassing

drunk at all, but my speech, demeanor and attitude did a 180. I’m now faintly glaring at him, trying to use my domination to intimidate him. I’m not sure if

talking about,” he groans. “I’ve had this kind of girl before, they just

are the proofs then,

using my charming power. His lips

I-In

it’s really bad to keep those images and videos without the