Thread: Paradise Isle  (Fades & Good Girls)

He was no actor, of movie screen or of television screen, of a carefully practiced performance on Broadway or something down a few streets from that on the stage of Madison Square Garden. To the women each here today, he could not relate quite as seamlessly as all that, but he could nonetheless relate. Between the famous Broadway and the famous Garden in New York City were numerous top-floor boardrooms he'd been in at some point, giving some speech or making some important business decision, whilst acknowledging yet paying no mind to some little distraction, like any performer surely would when she looked at the front row, or any actress surely did when she saw past the set, to someone off-stage, with the camera still filming. For him it was one person leaning to another while he addressed them all on a business matter, showing off some new, impressive tech, yet meanwhile they whispered amongst themselves. Perhaps it was something rude, perhaps it was something warranted, but still. A little distraction. For him it was the person beside him bearing a nagging cough, or someone who thought they were too far down the table to be noticed as they glanced downward, the glow of their phone unmistakable. Little distractions. Right then, as Ariana had come to him, stood in front of him and stared upward in an almost cute, kitten-like manner while he finished speaking, to her, to the crowd, he had carried on without the slightest hitch to his voice, practiced and professional. Of all these things, she could certainly qualify as a 'little' distraction. One with such lovely brown eyes he wondered might melt in one's mouth like the smoothest of chocolates. The tease of her bared flesh, a tease wholly for him, did not go unnoticed. Jeffrey took in her words with it, understanding in that moment what they meant as he looked from her decorated fingers to her teased chest, to the bit of skin there that, shortly, would never again be quite as it was now untouched snow, a field of beautiful powder. He made no hesitation of letting Ariana see that he gazed, either, looking to her body even as she looked to his eyes - would anything else have been acceptable? Truly, in that moment, it would have been impolite to not visually gorge oneself on the perky, private display. From then on he was just as the rest of the crowd, in that moment where she turned from him and went back to addressing them all - he watching from her back and off to the side a bit, and they from the front. He listened as she spoke about a new album, an announcement that gave him an immediate curiosity of thoughts, and a just-as-immediate fear hitched in his chest. What if this had all been a marketing ploy? This moment, everything until now, nothing Ariana had done couldn't be undone. For what had she done, but appeared here today, smiled for a few cameras and had taken off her boots? Her devotion wasn't so final yet as a certain actress whose bosom bespoke the initials of her new master, solidifying the suggested idea that there actually were women out there who could find as much meaning in servitude as the eye-rolling social mental image of someone who wished to be served. It was, in that moment, the rich and important Jeffrey Tremonti was the one to feel both naked and vulnerable. If it had been the plan of this five-foot-even girlish grown woman, she could have simply used his stage today to announce her newest piece, say something defiant and empowering into the mic, and walk off, taking all of his thunder with her. But she didn't. It was when she announced it as her final album that Jeffrey allowed himself a relaxed smile, and felt himself again breathe. When the crowd clapped, both for her announcement of her new album's proceeds going to the Entertainment Industry Foundation, and then for her proceeds going to the St.Jude Children's Research Hospital, he allowed himself to applaud with them. Watching Ariana then carefully remove pieces of jewelry, setting them safely into pockets, and undo and let down her hair in a gorgeous earth-toned waterfall of curls, Jeffrey allowed himself to become enraptured to her once again, reassuring in his mind he needn't be guarded around this one, even if she was proving a tricky little thing he'd need to keep an eye on. But no, when he could see from behind she was undoing the series of buttons at her front, and when the last shred of white, Heaven-colored lacey protection melted down her skin into a pool at her feet, his chest swelled with pride. Because there she was, number two. His second 'pretty thing,' hair covering her breasts, belly and hips bare, pretty little vagina on display for the benefit of all those with flash photography that day. He couldn't see any of that, actually, from his angle, but he could tell from the way her hair went down past the front of her shoulders, from the very clear lack of clothing she now wore, and the quick stand and murmur of excitement all in attendance put out. Jeffrey watched her from behind, instead. He watched her bare back and shoulders. He watched that firm little ass he'd stolen a touch of before. He watched those slender, firm legs, and felt various parts of himself swell with various manners of desire. He took note that only a few feet in front of and to the immediate left where Ariana currently stood was the discarded brand, its head still orange-hot. There was an excitement in his chest at the thought of snatching it up now, of branding his bratty new slavegirl in her mermaid moment like she'd risen from some clamshell, gorgeous tresses covering her just-under-a-handful breasts. But no. Proper order. One thing at a time. Jeffrey claimed one of the microphones from the glass podium, walking backward as he spoke into it, eyes still on Ariana - same as everyone else there, save her soon-to-be slave sister. And speaking of her proceeds for the St.Jude Children's Research Hospital, I am happy to announce, my offer today, in addition to Miss Grande's net worth, will see an additional three-hundred thirty-million dollars allowing them to do many, many wonderful, many amazing things. With this he pulled down the fabric covering a second oversized check, set on a separate podium a few feet aside of the one from before. She was an A-Lister, that part was never in doubt even if the young lady's status before her was something of a lip-biter right to the moment of its reveal. It was the combination of her own net worth, though, that had seen the number swell with such considerable difference. The eccentric billionaire returned his microphone to its stand and casually stepped over to the lithe songstress. His steps were heavier than hers, of course, clicking on the stage till he came to stand directly behind her. Once again the juxtapose returned, though now it was not merely tall and short, not only male and female, but clothed and nude. Without so much as a hesitance or the feel of a need for permission from the not-quite-his-yet young woman, Jeffrey reached around her at both sides, catching those many strands of cascading hair in splayed, crooked fingers, and pulling the curtains aside, revealing Ariana Grande's full nudity to the crowd before them. He brought the hair around her shoulders, to her back, and immediately left it there, both his hands now seeking out her body. One slipped beneath the pit of her right arm, wrapping all the way around the collarbone at her front till his fingers settled just short of her left shoulder. The other slipped over her left hip, around the left side of her waist, coming in equal measure just beneath her smooth belly, just above her equally smoothly-kept crotch, fingertips touching at her right hip. Jeffrey stepped in close, letting his body press up against hers, letting hers press back against him, and simply held. ...Take away all the lights, the glamour, the stage - everything, he spoke in words purely for her, I get the feeling you're still someone very, very special. As exciting as this day is, I look forward to some point later, where it's just us, and every cute little thing is something done for me, rather than the world. His left hand left her waist, traveling upward, fingers spread, caressing over the bare expanse of Ariana's stomach. But we've got a few more things to finish first, sweetheart. We're almost there. ...If you're certain, this is what you want, there's a scroll back on the podium behind us you need to sign. Do that, and then go kneel at the front of the stage just like you saw Emilia do, and I'll handle the rest. ...Mm, have you thought about what you'd like to serenade me with most, later on when it's just you, me and a crisp, starry night? Hopefully that would get her to smile. Maybe, in some small manner, it would help take the edge off, as unlike when it had been Emilia's turn, there was now no doubt as to what was coming up shortly. Both of Jeffrey's arms released from their affectionate places in that back-hug around her exposed body, settled on each of her shoulders briefly again, then dropped down, finishing with an encouraging pat on her now-nude butt that was notably less subtle than before.