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              “Yes!” she whispered, in awe at the sight of him nearly naked, he was almost six feet five and his body was long and athletic. He honestly looked like a Viking warrior, with flowing hair and an angular face, his body was all sinewy muscles. He seemed ready to conquer new worlds, starting with her.

              That night Charlotte had her first orgasm and she thought she would die from the powerful release. Jorgen lay behind her on his side, his cock pressed against her firm little ass, the fabric of her skirt and his underwear between them. One of his big hands stroked and pinched her nipples as he kissed her neck and whispered words of love in her ear. His other hand held hers and pressed her small fingers to her pussy and he showed her how to pleasure her body, teasing her swollen clit until she cried out and spasms shook her. He calmed her, then repeated the act, guiding her hand with his own until she’d had five orgasms and lay limp and sore and turned to curl against his chest. He held her tightly to him, tilting her face up to his and kissing her sweet mouth. His free hand slipped inside his underwear and worked his cock and he came quickly, groaning as he did.

              “I want you to fly to Los Angeles with me for a photo shoot; it’s the cover of American Jock Magazine. They’re paying an outlandish amount so the world can see my ass!” he told her when they’d spent three weeks in the hotel room. They’d juggled their time together to keep up practice schedules, the Saints making the team jet available to fly their star quarterback back and forth from New Orleans to Oxford. Charlotte managed to pay attention in class and stay focused and energetic at cheerleading practice, but just barely.

              She imagined Jorgen’s hot mouth and incredibly long, hard body. She loved his hands on her skin and the feel of his cock in her hand. 

              “From the poster girl for virtue to trashy whore in less than a week princess, you must be proud,” Natalie said as Charlotte packed her bag to go with Jorgen to L.A. for the weekend.

              “Natalie, why are you being so vicious? It’s not like I picked him, he asked me out and it just sort of flamed out of control. We’re really getting serious; this is not just a passing thing.”

              “No? Well, I don’t know if you’re an acceptable representative of the student body any longer, in fact I think you might just lose your precious scholarship for conduct unbecoming of an athlete,” Natalie’s eyes shot flames at Charlotte, and she stood with her arms crossed, seething as she watched Charlotte pack.

              “Are you serious? I mean, excuse me, but we’ve lived in the same room going on four years and you just love to try and shock me with the gory details of your ‘
love life
’. You haven’t made a secret of the fact that there isn’t a dick on this campus that hasn’t been in your filthy mouth and you dare to threaten me? Back off, Natalie, I thought we were friends, but let me fill you in, you do not want to push me into a corner because I can promise you, I don’t believe in losing a fight or an argument, ever. And you better know this, I might be nice and you might think I’m naive, but don’t mistake my niceness for stupidity.” Charlotte stood face to face with her roommate and she saw a mixture of surprise and fear and hatred boiling in Natalie’s eyes.

              Charlotte gathered a few changes of clothes and stuffed them in her suitcase, she’d been stupid enough to count Natalie as a friend and now it had taken a bad turn. She hadn’t made any close friends in her life, first she was the poor girl with the chronically ill mother who didn’t even know who her father was. Then she was the foster care kid and parents either pitied or feared her. If she went home with one of the girls from the cheerleading squad in high school, the mothers either felt sorry for her and gave her used, out of style clothes or whispered behind her back that she was probably the drug addicted child of a crack whore. Finally, she just kept to herself and prayed like her mother had said, hoping against hope that God would answer and help her find her way to a better life.

*

              “Chari, come on I’ll be late to the photo shoot, hurry up my little beauty, you don’t need makeup, you’re naturally gorgeous,” Jorgen was holding the hotel room door open as Charlotte rushed to get ready.

              “Coming, damn you’re getting bossy!” she said just as the elastic band she was wrapping around her ponytail broke and she decided ‘
screw it
’ and let her hair tumble down her back. She grabbed her purse and stepped into her one pair of strappy ‘higher than hell’ sandals and they were out the door.

              At the photographers studio Charlotte peered out the tall, steel framed windows at Los Angeles stretching past dark mountains and out to the ocean. She was entranced by the sprawling magnitude of the city, after Greenleaf and Oxford, New Orleans was the largest city she’d ever seen and it was nothing compared to L.A.

              “You’re first time to the west coast?” a low, sexy male voice asked, and she could smell a clean delicious masculine smell even before she turned and met wide sea-glass colored eyes.

              “Yes, it is,” she said, and a spark of electricity passed between them as they shook hands.

              “Well that was shocking!” he said and smiled like he’d discovered some wonderful secret. “Alexander Bly, publisher,” he said.

              “Charlotte McCall, cheerleader, I mean student, from Ole Miss, um… I’m here with Jorgen,” she said, his face was so arrestingly sexy she felt like a bumbling idiot. Then she realized he was still holding her hand and she jerked hers away and stuck it in the pocket of her very short, loose shorts. The look in his eyes made her uncomfortable, it made her feel that zing between her legs and she knew she was blushing. She was afraid he might somehow read her mind. He studied her face intently until she turned back to the window to still her racing thoughts and she heard him walk away.

              “Okay Chari, we’re going to get something to eat with Alex and we’ll do the shoot tomorrow,” Jorgen said, and he took her hand and the three of them left the building.

              They went to Bly International’s Foreign Headquarters in Los Angeles, and sat down in a massive private dining room. … “I want you both to do the photo shoot,” Alexander Bly said, and his tone of voice said, ‘it’s nonnegotiable’. “I’ve already set things in motion, Miss McCall is it? Miss McCall’s cheerleading uniform is already being made; of course we won’t use the Ole Miss logo, no need for a lawsuit…”

              “Alex, are you saying you want Charlotte to pose with me in the layout? Like, both of us in our sports uniforms?” Jorgen asked, he was leaning forward on the table intently.

              “Yes and no,” Bly said, “yes I want Charlotte, and no, you won’t exactly be wearing your uniforms. Tasteful photographs, nothing lewd, merely arousing the viewer’s curiosity.”

              “How much?” Charlotte asked and both men turned to stare at her, “how much money are you offering and how much skin are we showing?”

              “I’d be willing to offer you what we originally offered Jorgen and I’ll double his offer,” Bly said, he was analyzing Charlotte’s face as they talked and felt his growing erection pulsing against his leg. Fuck, he wasn’t used to any woman being beyond his reach, but she was sitting there next to her muscle bound American gladiator, so his cock needed to settle down and forget about her.

              “I think that sounds good if Chari is willing,” Jorgen said.

              Charlotte stood up and the high heeled sandals and short shorts made her legs look a mile long as she walked out of the dining room without saying a word.

              Jorgen caught up to her quickly and reached for her wrist to stop her. He pulled her against him and said over and over how sorry he was; of course she wouldn’t do such a provocative photo shoot. He pleaded with her to forgive him for thinking she would even consider it. As he held her tightly to him, Charlotte looked over his shoulder at Alexander Bly standing there watching nonchalantly with an amused look on his face. He stood with the jacket of his expensive suit pushed back as his hands rested in pants pockets. His head was tilted slightly as he looked into her eyes and Charlotte saw a mixture of testosterone fueled need and absolute admiration.

              She pushed back from Jorgen a bit, looked at Alexander Bly directly and said, “Should we sit down and
really
negotiate or is this meeting over?”

              Bly threw back his head and laughed, then ushered them across the vast penthouse lobby of Bly International into his private office.

              “How old are you Miss McCall, or may I call you Charlotte?” Bly asked, he looked and spoke only to Charlotte as if the famous prized quarterback no longer mattered.

              “Yes you can call me Charlotte, and I’m evidently the perfect age to entice your male demographic into snapping up zillions of copies of your magazine. I can imagine it will be quite the bestseller with a naked NFL star and a college cheerleader cavorting on the cover,” she said and never let her gaze falter as she searched in her purse for an elastic band and pulled her hair into a perfect bed-head messy ponytail.

              Bly’s eyes narrowed as he watched her, she looked even younger and more innocent with her hair off her face. He knew then he’d totally underestimated this little cheerleader, she somehow understood that pulling her mane of shining black hair into a demure ponytail would seal the deal.
Brains and beauty,
he thought, something he didn’t encounter very often and he was beyond intrigued.

              “I’m twenty one and if you’re the least bit interested in anything more than what I look like without my clothes, I’m in my last year of prelaw at Ole Miss. I have a four-point-o GPA and I’m able to attend college thanks to an athletic scholarship. I don’t care for the entire stigma of cheerleaders or any attractive women being categorized as empty headed Barbie dolls, but I realize that’s the common opinion. I’m going to give you a chance to redeem yourself, Mr. Bly, so tell me, how badly do you want me?” Charlotte settled back in her chair and crossed her legs, Jorgen was staring at her as if he didn’t know her at all, and Alexander Bly thought he could possibly fall hard for this surprisingly brave young woman.

              “Chari, what are you saying, you
want
to do the photo shoot? What are you asking for? Alex has made an excellent offer, I believe,” Jorgen sat forward in his chair and held her hand.

              “Alex has made a bullshit offer and he knows it, you’re the golden boy of the NFL. Men want to be you and women want to sleep with you. Now you’re in love and the whole world will pay well to see you and your nubile young lover in the flesh, you might say,” Charlotte said and the way Alexander Bly was looking at her made her need Jorgen naked and inside her as soon as possible.

              “Alright Charlotte,” Bly said, and the name sounded like a caress as it slipped off his tongue. “I said I’d double Jorgen’s salary and you’ll receive the same amount. Be at the photographer’s studio at seven in the morning, I want this layout done and I’m rushing it to press, it will be on newsstands in a month. Charlotte, we won’t be using your official uniform, however we will use the school colors to
suggest
a connection. You know of course, there will be repercussions, but I can easily get you in at UCLA. You can be done with cheerleading if you like and just complete your degree,” Bly said, he still couldn’t take his eyes off Charlotte and wished he could get a grip on his thoughts and his libido. His cock had gotten achingly harder the minute she sat down across from his desk and started negotiating.

              “UCLA will be fine, Jorgen’s just been traded to San Diego and we’re getting married, I’ve already applied to law school at USD. I’d like to continue cheerleading this last season, I believe in finishing what I start. By the way, I’m not in the habit of parading naked in front of a crowd; I’m a simple Southern girl, after all. So make certain there are as few people at the shoot as possible,” Charlotte said as she left the office, Jorgen shook Bly’s hand then followed her.

              Alexander Bly walked with them to the bank of elevators and stopped the closing doors with the tip of his shoe, “I’ll see to it that it’s a closed set, Miss McCall, but I’m sure you understand that I’ll need to be present, and Charlotte, I would have paid you a hundred thousand more.” He smiled at her as if he’d just said ‘check mate’ and moved his foot, letting the doors close as he and Charlotte continued to stare at each other.

              She reached out suddenly and stopped the doors, “well in that case, Mr. Bly, make my check out for that larger amount, since you
would
have paid more. I really appreciate your generous support of organized sports in America.” She stepped back and let the doors close in his face.

*

              Bly lived in San Diego but he was staying in a private cabana at the Beverly Hills Hotel until the photo shoot was finished. He met two beautiful young women in the hotel bar and asked them to come to his room for the night. They were aspiring actresses, as were most beautiful girls who came to Hollywood seeking fame and fortune. Both of them were eager to please and he’d chosen them for their lovely faces, perfect bodies and long dark hair, but still, he closed his eyes when he kissed and then fucked them, picturing Charlotte’s face as he came.

              “You’re not afraid, Chari, to let the whole world see your naked body wrapped around mine?” Jorgen asked, as they lay twined together that night. As he held her and talked of all the things they would do when they were man and wife, her fingers slipped between her legs as he’d taught her. He stopped her hand and moved above her and she caught her breath and arched her hips toward him.

              “My little wild cat,” he said, as his big blonde head moved down her body, licking and kissing her burning skin. “Alexander Bly would pay any amount of money to see you lying beneath him just like this, do you know that?” He asked, then his tongue swept over the quivering folds of her sex.