Super models Although Elaine was Sharon's best friend, she slightly resented Elaine getting married and giving up modeling. This left Sharon as the only model older than thirty. All the others had gotten married or burned out, usually by taking too much drugs. Sharon had avoided marriage by her passion for Jimmy's cock and drugs by working out. Sharon was able to maintain a body similar to models ten or fifteen years younger than she only by a rigorous regimen of diet and exercise. However, Sharon was about to burn out in a more conventional way. One morning, she was jogging near her home. She stepped on a loose piece of pavement. Her leg went one way and her body the other. She had to call 911 to be rushed to her local ER. After looking at the x-rays, and fitting her with a splint, she talked to the doctor. The doctor said, "Ms Marberry, I have good news and bad news." "What is the good news?" "Nothing is broken. You have a high ankle sprain. You should make a complete recovery." "Uh, oh. What is the bad news?" "It will take six to eight weeks of thorough physical therapy, and that is not covered by your insurance. I'll get you a temporary handicap-parking permit. " "Oh well. If it has to be, it has to be." The next time she went to studio, she told Jimmy she would require at least six weeks to walk as she did before. Jimmy said, "Well, you will not be able to come on our Puerto Rico trip." Sharon tried to kiss him. She said, "I can help any way. I want to be with you." "Well, come back in six to eight weeks." "Come on, Jimmy. I need some loving after what I've been through." "Later, Sharon. I don't fuck cripples." Sharon looked down, dejected. "After all I've done for you, you can't treat me this way." "I'll treat you anyway I like. Come back in six weeks, and we'll see what we can do." Jimmy walked up stairs. Sharon started to cry. Jimmy had never before rejected her. Harold said, "I'd fuck a cripple, Sharon." She looked at him sarcastically, "Good, Harold, You can start by fucking yourself." Sharon limped home on her crutches. Elaine came to visit and cheer her up. Elaine said, "I think you should be happy to get rid of Jimmy. He is such an arrogant bastard." "But he has the best cock I know. How could you give up on that, for a guy like Tom?" "First, Tom is well provisioned in that department, although not as ample as Jimmy. Second, he has other attributes that more than compensate for physical size. For instance, he really cares about me." "What are you going to do, now that you won't be a top model?" "I'm going to work as an agent and manager. I'll finally be able to apply my business degree. We may even start a family. I feel the biological clock ticking. What would you do if you didn't go back to Jimmy?" "I don't know. I never finished college. I have enough money to get by for a while, but I will have to work eventually. Nobody can work as a fashion model forever. I'm almost thirty-five. I don't get the contracts for FHM and Maxim any more. I just hope I can find something where I can use my obvious physical charms." The tried to open her arms, but it hurt too much. Sharon began her physical therapy in a near by center. She gradually learned to place greater weight on her sprained leg. Through visiting every day, she made friends with other patients at the center. She especially liked a young lawyer named Ricky, who had broken his leg while skiing. He had recently made partner in his firm, mainly doing civil litigation. One afternoon, she asked him, "I think you like me. Why don't you ask me out?" "I'm just getting over a bad divorce. But we can go out anyway. I'll buy you dinner sometime." "How about tomorrow night?" "Tomorrow, it is." Sharon tried to dress conservatively to play down being a model. Previously, when she entered a bar, some man would offer to buy her a drink or ask for her phone number. Now, men would look at her crutches and walk away. At dinner, Sharon admitted that she looking for another job. Ricky asked, "What is wrong with being a model? I always thought it's thrilling to travel the world, dress in fancy clothes, and meet famous people." "It is. But after my accident, I found out we have a lousy health plan. Besides, there are too many younger women who are just as pretty and could do the same thing I do for less money. I'm tired of starving myself every day, just to look good in a size four dress. I've been to Europe and South America dozens of times in the past fifteen years, all on business. I was hoping to be able to buy into a small business somewhere." "What was your education like?" "I just went to a community college. I studied tourism and hospitality." "You should look for something in the fashion industry. Stay with something you know." On their way back to his car from the restaurant, they past a club called Aphrodite. Sharon asked, "What is that place?" "It a gentlemen's club." "Am I allowed to go in?" "You are, but I don't think you'd like it." "You don't know what I'd like. Right now, I'd like to see it, unless it would be dangerous." "It would be safe, as long as you're with me." They entered a long, dark hallway. A bouncer at the end let them in. After adjusting to the dark and noise, Sharon inspected the premises. She noticed a sign advertising for a cashier. A hostess, dressed in a tight sweater and slacks, approached them. She said, "Hi Ricky. Welcome to Aphrodite. Who's this girl?" He replied, "She's my date." The hostess said, "I hope so. She's too pretty to be a hooker." Sharon commented, "I think there was a complement in there someplace. Ricky, do you visit here often?" "Only occasionally, while my divorce was going through." Sharon commented, "I don't see too many gentlemen. Only a few strippers and some tired businessmen." The hostess added, "You're also too smart to be a hooker. Gentlemen's club is a euphemism for strip joint, dear." Sharon asked, "What is behind those doors?" "Booths for lap dancing and private shows." "What is lap dancing?" "Basically, it is sex with your clothes on. The men are not allowed to touch the girls, but they can touch him where he wants if he pays them enough." Sharon asked, "Where is the fun in that?" Sharon briefly considered applying for the job, but decided that the place was a bit too sordid. For her, sex should be a healthy pleasure, not degrading to anyone. When they returned to her apartment, she let him kiss her good night, but the kiss did not have any passion in it. Nevertheless, he asked, "I'd like to see you again. And I also want you to do me a favor. In a few weeks, my country club is having a big dinner. I'd like to take you as my date." "Sure, I'd like that." "It would be black tie. If you need help in affording a dress, let me know." "I have my own dresses. I was a model, remember." Sharon decided to take Ricky's advice about fashion. She visited some clothing stores in the mall. A sign in the Victoria's Secrets store advertised for a cashier. Sharon applied for the job. The store manager asked, "Have you ever sold women's clothes?" Sharon replied, "No, but I know your styles very well." "How so?" "Do you have a catalogue?" The manager produced one. Sharon pointed out all the photographs of herself in various items. Finally, the manager asked, "Why do you want this job?" "I can't model anymore, with a bum leg. I want to go into retail. This job will give me the experience I need in case I decide to open my own store." "If your references check out, you're hired" Sharon took the job. She got only a fraction of her income as a model, but at least she was getting health benefits. Sharon had several more dates with Ricky. Each ended with a friendly kiss, and that's all. Sharon said to him, "I like you, but need more response than a kiss on the cheek if we want to continue dating." Ricky replied, "I can't right now. I still think about my ex wife." "Do you still love her?" "No." "Do you want to get back together?" "No." "Then what is it?" "Just some unresolved issues." "Like what?" "We had some problems in bed. I don't want to involve you in them." "Well, you won't have any problems with me." "Good. My ex will be at the country club. I want you to make an impression that I can still find an attractive woman." Sharon wore a long black dress for the dinner. She still looked good in a size four dress. The dress was backless, with long straps wrapped around the neck, which barely covered her boobs. When Ricky saw her, he whistled softly. He said, "You look absolutely beautiful. I guess you really are a model." She replied, "Thank you." At the dinner, several guests admired them. One of the men walked up to them and said, "Aren't you Sharon Mayberry?" "Yes." "Wow. A real life super model. I have a picture of you from Sports Illustrated on my screen saver. Could I have your autograph?" "Sure. Thank you for remembering me." Several other men also asked for her autograph. But when a man asked for her phone number, she replied, "I'm Ricky's date tonight." One of the other women asked her, "Where did you get that fabulous dress?" "Milan." "Was it expensive?" "I guess so. It's an original Versace." Ricky's esteem shot up several points. Several men gave him the thumbs up sign. Ricky led her over to a table. He said, "Sharon, I'd like you to meet Donna, my ex." Sharon extended her hand. Donna glared at her, but shook it anyway. Donna said, "Hi. This is my friend, Steve." Sharon said, "Pleased to meet you both. Donna, please don't be angry with me. It's not my fault your marriage failed." Donna snarled, "It's not you. It's your type." "What's wrong with my type?" "You're all pretty and sexy. I'll bet you could get any man in this room." "I would never go after a married man. I met Ricky after his divorce." When they walked to their own table, Sharon said to Ricky, "I never met a better candidate for Botox." Sharon thought that Donna was in a big need of a screw, but she thought better than to say that to Ricky. Sharon and Ricky drank, ate, and danced the whole evening. Their legs were healed enough for some hard rock and roll. During some of the slow dances, Ricky pulled her close, resting his hand on her bare back. After the evening was over, Ricky took her home. Ricky said, "You were fantastic this evening. I've never seen a woman light up a room like you did. Are you really a super model?" "I guess I am." "What did I do to deserve you?" "Nothing, yet. Do you want to come in for a drink?" They went to her apartment. She had a large one-bedroom condo in a high-rise building. She said, "Have a seat in the living room. Do you want some port? I brought this back from a shoot outside Lisbon." Sharon sat next to him, raising a toast, "To a lovely evening." He replied, "Yes. And to a lovely woman." "Thank you." She tried to kiss him, but instead he grabbed her and kissed her passionately. She gasped, "That is what I was looking for from you. Kiss me. Make me feel special." He said, "That is for exorcizing the ghost of Donna. I am now free." He kissed her again, pushing her down on the couch. He reached under the straps of her dress to feel her tits. He tried to reach around the back of her next to undo the clasps. She stood up. She said, seductively, "Let me do this." She unhooked her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood in front of him in just her panties and pantyhose. She approached him, letting him grab her waist, and kissing her breasts. She leaned back, letting him do what he wanted. She then fell to her knees in front of him. She undid his belt and opened his slacks. She reached in to extract his penis. She leaned down to kiss it. She was surprised and gratified as it expended rapidly. As she manipulated it, it grew almost as big as Jimmy's. She exclaimed, "That is magnificent!" He replied, "Donna was afraid of it. That's why our sex life was so bad." "Well, I'm not afraid of it. I want more of it. Do want me to bring you off, or shall we move to the bedroom?" "Where is the bedroom?" "Over here. Take off your clothes so I can fully appreciate you." Sharon stripped naked, and Ricky did the same. They embraced each other passionately, pushing and grinding their loins together. She said, "Lie down on the bed. I need that prick." When he was on his back, she straddled his body. She eased herself onto his pole until it was deep inside. She used her hips and knees to rock on him. She cooed, "Your cock feels so good in me." She slowly increased her pace. He grabbed her breasts and turned them, like knobs on a dial. He whispered, "I love what you're doing to me." She moved rapidly, until she was panting with effort. She exclaimed, "Yes! Yes! I am going to cum!" "Me too! Me too!" He pushed up at her, letting his hips meet hers. She held on tight, while they rode each other all the way. Both of them exploded with spasms of pleasure. She waited a few minutes, and then lay beside him. She said, "Thank you. I needed that." "Your welcome. That was good for me, too" They lay together, kissing and feeling each other's bodies. She climbed on top of him, and then she let him get on top. She felt his prick grow against her leg. She observed, "Your prick is getting thick again." "That is because you're so sexy. I want you again." "Take me, darling. Stuff me with your powerful prick." She lay on her back while he mounted her. After he was in deep, she moved her legs onto his back, so she could be as open as possible. He said, "Let's start nice and slow. I want to do this all night." "Not too slow, darling. I want you to do it hard," He rocked inside of her, pushing deep into her body. Lust filled his spirit. He wanted to pound the pleasure into her. "Oh, Oh," she moaned. She pushed against his back, moving him faster. She began to yell, "Oh darling. Do it hard! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Normally, Ricky did not use words like fuck or cunt, but this time it was a turn on. She yelled, "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt! I'm cumming! I'm cumming." She lost herself in the pleasure, almost fainting. Ricky let her relax for a brief moment, and resumed his pounding. She exclaimed, "You're in so deep! I'm going to cum again!" Her body became one big cunt, letting him penetrate to the utmost. Nothing except sex existed for her. She repeated spasms rocked though her body. She could not speak. She just emitted a series of wordless yelps. He continued to bang into her, but he could feel himself getting close. His prick felt packed like a salami. The pressure and pleasure was almost painful. He knew he could not take the pressure. He pounded as hard as he could until he fired a series of salvos of white-hot pleasure deep into her uterus. He grunted, "I'm going to cum." She answered, breathlessly, "Yes. Fill me up with your powerful cream." When she felt him surge, she released a final massive orgasm. Their bodies melded into each other, until the skin separating them was almost dissolved. She whispered, "Wow. That was the best sex I've had in months." He answered, "Wow. That was the best sex I've had in years. You're the first woman, other than a hooker, who wasn't afraid of me." "Nonsense. I love it. Size is not everything, but it is something." Even when he was depleted, he lay inside her for several minutes, letting themselves recuperate. Finally, he lay beside her. She held him close, listening to him breathe. They relaxed, and almost fell asleep. She said, "I'm glad we made love. You can stay the night if you want." "I'm glad, too. But I can't stay. I didn't even bring a toothbrush. I want to see you again, though." "Sure. Maybe next time you can stay." He got up to find his clothes. When he was dressed, he leaned onto the bed and kissed her good night. They began to see each other exclusively. They slept at each other's apartments, but neither wanted to move in together. It started as a relationship based primarily on lust, but they discovered other shared interests in travel and culture. Eventually, she bought her own store selling lingerie, bathing suits, and other sexy items. She always found ways to spice up their relationship. The affair between the ex super model and the lawyer lasted for years.