********Vi’s POV*****

A few weeks went by and I got settled into my new life. I loved the gym Dan went to, so I started going there and he was there sometimes--so we started hanging out every now and then when I’d wind up at Johnny’s. Work was going well--I got along with my co-workers as well as the clients. I missed my drum set, but I didn’t have the space and even if I had--I’m sure I’d only have to play it for five minutes before I got a noise complaint.
When I wasn’t at work or the gym or at Johnny’s, I was at the beach. Erin and I got closer--but just as friends. Over those weeks we’d had sex twice--both times when we were drunk and alone at either my place or hers. I loved how fun and carefree she was--which was exactly what I needed right now. She was drama-free and really didn’t want to get attached so we were perfect for each other right now. I sometimes hooked up with complete strangers, but they were so far all women. I knew being with a man might help me get over Zack, but part of me didn’t want to. I knew it would take time, so I just did whatever I wanted and I got really good at distracting myself.

Until one day Meaghan called. VU’s new spring/summer line was coming out soon and she wanted me to model some of it and wondered if I was free that following Monday (she must’ve known I was off on Mondays). I agreed and nervously pulled up to their studio space in Huntington on said Monday.

She came out of the building and put her sunglasses back into her straight blonde hair. Apparently she hadn’t noticed my Beast before.

“Wow, this is yours?!” Her already big eyes widened as I cut the engine and got out.
“Yeah, he’s my baby.”
“Zack would love this, he likes old cars and stuff. You’ve probably seen his old Lincoln?”
I nodded, swallowing hard at even the mention of his name.
“That thing is so bulky...it’s nice, but I’ll take my new Beamer,” She giggled and I fought not to roll my eyes, “C’mon. I have meetings and stuff but let me introduce you to the photographer first!”

I breathed out in relief that at least she wouldn’t be there while I was shooting.

An hour later I was dressed and primped and ready to start. The photographer’s name was Ben and he gave me a few tips while I put on my own makeup as to what would look good on camera. I was so nervous at first that I hardly noticed how good looking he was, which was extremely unlike me. He also had an absolutely adorable British accent and beautiful long, curly hair. I had jumped to some horrible stereotypical conclusions and assumed he was gay, but soon figured out he was very straight just by how he looked at me.



We got started and I tried my hardest to stay cute and smiley--not wanting to torture Zacky with being any sexier.
“Violet, I know you have it in ya, love--come on. This ain’t the children’s network. Give me that look that makes sure you’re taking me home tonight.” He grinned like he hadn’t just said that.
When I did exactly as requested, becoming a little more comfortable under his gaze/lens, his smile widened as he encouraged me. Several outfits, hours, laughs, and flirtations later, he produced a bikini with V on one triangle and U on the other and I raised a brow, answering smartly, “Meaghan didn’t say anything about swimsuits.”

Ben put up both hands, “They’ve gone back and forth about these for awhile now. Zacky wants them, she doesn’t. I think if she sees them on you, she might change her mind. There’s underwear as well. If you’re not comfortable shooting these it’s absolutely not a big deal,” He smirked cutely, “But I had to ask.”

I removed them from his grip and sauntered away, feeling his eyes on me as I walked away.

What the fuck was I doing? Right. Fun.

When I emerged, he drug his eyes over me and raised both eyebrows, “I’m gonna try and shoot you, honey, but it’s gonna have to be with a raging boner.”
I chortled and just gave him a sly look as I set myself in front of the camera.

He adjusted himself with a frustrated sigh and motioned down the hall, “C’mon, lets go out back for this--I want you in the sun.”

“God, you’re fucking beautiful…” The Brit breathed out as we walked back inside when he was done. I agreed to the underwear and he had me pair it with a baggy VU shirt that I slyly held the hem of in my teeth so it rode up.

He took a few and stopped, “C’mon, I want underboob.” He insisted and I let him walk over to adjust the shirt. But after he was that close, Ben paused, slowly moving his hand under the shirt until he was palming me, his gray-blue eyes asking permission. I pulled him by the shirt down to me, pressing our lips together as our passion ignited in a flash.

Suddenly I was very ready to move on, Ben’s dick all I wanted for the moment. He yanked his shirt over his head and when he reached for me, I pushed a hand to his chest to stop him--taking in the new scenery. Biting my lip, I let my eyes run down his torso. He wasn’t huge or especially cut, but trim and arms and chest just big enough to prove he worked out. As my eyes trailed south, they were met with extremely low cut jeans with boxers poking out, low enough to reveal a good part of his V and a perfect happy trail. Meeting his eyes again, he gave me a cute smile after he let me eye worship him. When I pulled my shirt off, Ben tackled me to the ground as we both laughed. The floor was littered with soft black furry blankets for the shoot and was just begging for a fuck. So a fuck it would get. We kissed deeply for a moment before he sat up to pull off the VU undies.

“Ok, gonna have to wash those,” He chuckled, throwing them over a shoulder before going for his own jeans. I grinned wide up at him as he fell back over me. Our lips met again and I could feel him press against my wet entrance. Pushing at his chest, I gave him a sassy look.

“What?” Ben asked frustrated.
I pointed down, “You’re a little too naked down there, buddy.”
“Right.” He laughed lightly, sat up to grab his jeans, and looked horrified when he came up empty, “Hang on.” I giggled when he pointed at me like I actually might go anywhere as he got up and walked off.

I just lay there, the anticipation killing me as I smiled dreamily. Soon he was back, dropping to his knees as he ripped open the condom, “I knew I had one somewhere.”
Kissing me feverishly, Ben took me in one clean stroke. We both broke the kiss, gasping and clenching in the wash of ecstasy.
“Fuck, Violet--geezus you’re wet honey--”
I was panting desperately, moaning loudly as he pumped into me. It had been just over six weeks since I’d been with Zack, so the feeling of his cock inside me got me there so fast.
“Ben, oh fuck--” I arched back and came, clawing at his lower back.

“God! Oh shit, they said you came fast but holy fuck--” He clenched his teeth as I looked up in horror.
Stopping him, the blue eyed cutie settled inside me.
“What?!” I asked indignantly.

His cheeks colored slightly when he realized what had slipped out of his mouth, but continued sheepishly, “I-I hang out at Johnny’s sometimes. I’ve heard things about you. One thing's for damn sure, they weren’t lying about how damn fucking hot you are.”

Putting my hands to his jawline, I realized I really had zero room to care if I was going to live this way and decided I quite liked having a reputation, judgers be damned. When I smiled, Ben breathed out in relief and leaned down to envelop my lips with his, his hips rolling again.

“Oh my god, baby, I am so sorry--” He panted in my ear as his thrusts got faster and deeper, “Fuck, this is gonna be way too fast--”

I raised my knees and let the feelings crash into me as his dick pushed me towards another. Moaning and crying and arching and throwing my head back while I yelled his name shamelessly, I clenched down hard on his thickness.

“Violet--” He sobbed into my neck, holding me against him as his last moments became shallow and rapid stutters of his hips. We came together beautifully, collapsing into the blankets immediately after.

After Ben had caught his breath, he softly touched my hair and looked into my eyes with half-lidded, glassy ones, “I haven’t gotten laid in awhile, dear. I apologize. Let me make it up to ya?”
“Is that what you say to all the girls?” I teased, tracing fingers over his lower back.
He chuckled, blushing, “Look Violet, I’ve heard you could easily be a heartbreaker, I’m not up for dating or drama, either--don’t worry.” He kissed along my jawline as he mumbled, “That just felt so good and you’re so hot…”

I laughed lightly, pushing him away before he got me going again, “I’m sure I’ll see you at either Johnny’s or here, Ben.” It was just casual enough to imply possibility without suggesting too much. He seemed quite happy with this and pulled out of me, throwing away the used condom. Picking up the panties I had gotten slightly wet, he winked, “I’ll wash these for ya, love.”

I had a sneaking suspicion they may have just wound up in a drawer in his bedroom…….

*******Zack’s POV*******

I was horrifically glad that I got the text late at night, already in my bunk on the road. This was the time of night Meaghan got lots of work done, once Ness was asleep. As she sent me picture after picture, I wanted to cry.

Not only did I not have any fucking idea she’d asked Violet to model VU stuff, holy fuck the pictures. Dammit, she would know I’d see these eventually and the looks she was giving the camera….god. My hand instinctively went to my dick, gripping at the head for any sort of relief. I choked back the groan that threatened when my own touch was so welcoming.
Not that I needed a reminder that she was smoking, but of course done up and the lighting, wearing my shit and giving me those looks...geezus. I wasted no time reaching inside my boxers and stroking my already hard cock as my other hand flipped through the pics. Ben was a great photographer and captured her essence well. I was exhausted and wanted to get to sleep fast---knowing an orgasm would help--so I jerked as fast as I could without making any noise. Just as it was barely starting to pool in my stomach, I got another text.

Clicking on the picture, I came immediately, not being able to stop the groan that escaped my throat as I stroked through the intense, hot climax--into the tshirt I had wrapped around myself.

“Zacky’s jerkin’ it!!!” Johnny sleepily laughed and got a couple of giggles from other bunks.

I chuckled, not giving a damn about anything at the moment, “Fuck yes I did, short shit. You’re just jealous you missed it.” I breathed out, trying to gain my vision back as I came back down to earth.
I heard Brian scoff and Brooks added in his even tone, “Yeah, we all know how much you love to swallow our loads, Johnny.”

After more laughs and a quiet ‘whatever’ from the bassist, we all fell asleep.

*******

As I made coffee the next morning, Brian sleepily came up behind me and affectionately leaned a head on my shoulder, eyes closed.

Then he suddenly stood up, slitty brown eyes and smirk devious as he looked at me, “So what had ya jerkin’ off last night? It’s not like we all do it every night like we used to.”

I shook my head sadly, “We didn’t used to have to, cause we were gettin’ different pussy every night…” I got my phone out and flipped to the last picture Meaghan had sent me: Violet in a fucking bikini.

Brian’s jaw hit the floor, “Ooooooh, boy.”

She actually wasn’t looking into the camera in this one. She looked off into the distance, her sunglasses just low enough to reveal her beautiful, new, amethyst eyes. The swimsuit fit her perfectly, but was tied just loose enough to have both a hint of sideboob and underboob action. Fuck, her body was perfect. Dammit, I was so greedy! Meaghan had an amazing body, too, that she worked really hard to keep in tiptop shape. Her tits were smaller, but they were great, and I was about 97% sure Violet’s were fake (not that I cared about that either, they’d felt and looked fucking fabulous).

“Why the ever living fuck would Meaghan send you this? Does she not see how fuckable she is?!” Brian blurted out and immediately clamped a hand over his mouth. Just as I my shoulders were slumping in exasperation at him, I got another text. Before I could think better of it, I opened it with Syn right there.

“Oh, fuck.” I barely whispered.
“Holy shit. You are so fucked,” Brian stared.

The picture wasn’t from my wife. It was from Ben.
I took a few that I know won’t make it to you, so here ya go. Ya know. For the ol’ spank bank.

She was on the black leather couch at the studio, standing up on her knees on the cushions. The green pair of VU undies we’d never actually put in production covered her nether regions that I had so fully explored, tasted, fucked, come inside. Her breasts were technically covered--no, her nipples were--almost revealed by the shirt she had raised by her fucking teeth. I high, girly whine came out of my throat and Brian just stood behind me as we stared.

Just then Matt came in the room from the bunk area, rubbing his eyes and we both awkwardly looked up and I awkwardly put the phone in my pocket.

“Dude, you guys gotta stop looking at porn together before Synacky becomes a real thing,” Shadz yawned and went for the coffee as I gave him the finger.

Brian fished around in my pocket as I tried to fight him off, “What the fuck, Bri?!”
Syn grinned wide and brought up the swimsuit pic, “Meaghan sent him this. Can you believe she’s not just okay with this, but sent Zack the proofs!?!”

Matt was suddenly awake and grabbing the phone, staring at it, “Duuuuuude.”
I made for the phone and Gates wrapped his arms around my waist as I thrashed angrily.
“Oh, c’mon!” I screeched as Johnny and Brooks woke up.

“Fuck. Is that your new model? Meaghan said she was good looking, but dayum.” Johnny raised both brows.
I calmed, looking at the gnome, “Wait, what? She told you we have a new model?”

“Yeah,” Christ poured a cup, “You should try talking to your wife sometime, Vee. Geezus.”

“Doesn’t Megs have kind of a jealous streak? Why would she sign up for that? I mean, her.” Brooks fluffed his hair.

Johnny drank his coffee as I gave up and got my own, “I think she’s so happy lately she doesn’t care. Plus, she said Violet’s mostly into girls right now.”

This made everyone spit out their coffee except for me. Brian looked at me sympathetically, shaking his head. I hadn’t told him that tidbit. Wait 'til he finds out she drinks Scotch.

I could only stand there, brow furrowed as Shadz patted me on the back, “Man, it sucks to be you! There is no way you are making it out of this without getting into trouble!” I looked up at him in question, “I mean, just,” He couldn’t stop laughing, so I lightly ball-tapped him, which made him shut the hell up as he gave back my phone. If they only knew how much trouble I'd already gotten into.

“So she’s a hot model, for your clothing line, that likes to lick pussy,” Brooks commented in pretend thought, “Can’t see where this will go wrong.” He shrugged sarcastically in his usual dead pan delivery as the others cackled, “Especially, since, by the sounds of it, she plays for both teams.”

Man, does she ever. And she was on my team for the best night of my life. Inning after fucking inning. Extra innings. My balls delivered with absolute precision by---

“Oh my god, this is what you were rubbing one out to last night, wasn’t it?!?” The bassist cackled and my eyes went wide as my cheeks colored. No other out other than to own it now, I was way past lying.

“Well, yeah. You saw her.”

This put everyone on the floor, rolling around in giggle fits as I hoped the torture was over.

Once everyone settled down, I knew I had to answer Megs’ texts which I hadn’t done the previous night due to extreme exhaustion after such final release.

So what do you think? I think she did a great job. Also, I know I’ve been against the bathing suit before, but I’m coming around to it--it just looks so great on her!! I hope you don’t mind me not doing it for now….I love you!

I was out like a light last night sweetie. Yeah, those proofs look great.

How exactly does one react safely to a picture your wife sends you of a beautiful woman in a bikini? I eventually figured out I was absolutely trapped and went for the least offensive.

I think the swimsuit works. If you’re okay with it, I say we post it.

Oh, good! I’m sure you were exhausted last night! I watched the video, it was such a great show!! You were so sexy, you know I love the vest the most.

Fuck, I seriously did not deserve her.

Thanks, baby. I’m glad you liked it. I was….thinking of you just before I went to sleep last night.

Ohhh, wish I had seen that. Send me a video next time.

This one threw me for a loop. As separated as we were for long periods of time, she’d never been into stuff like this. I could maybe talk her into phone sex, but never had we ever sent videos.

Maybe tonight, baby. If you want to send me one...I’ll record my reaction for you.

I think I can do that. Have a good show today, baby.

Hoooo buddy was there a special place in hell for guys like me.

******

Notes

The best friend Synacky stuff: hearty eyes!!!
Zacky jerkin' it? Dead.

I was very much looking forward to posting this with Ben pics, but I think I singlehandedly crashed imgur this morning! Whoops. I will refrain from trying to upload 17 avenged pics at the same time in the future.
So as soon as imgur is back up, I will add one or two pics to this chapter! Maybe a Synacky.