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"Ah, Italy. Never seems to stop amazing me," I say to myself like I'm the main character while I'm walking down the streets. Italian culture is purely beautiful.

"Buon pomeriggio, signore!" a young boy yells to me while running with his friends.

"Bueno pomeriggio," I say in my best Italian accent. It's been a week since I came to Italy and now I'm headed to meet the bosses. They're bosses of the extension building of the magazine company Playbunnies originated from France, the one I'm modelling for in London. They have a bit different setting here and the boss in London said I would use some environmental change. And I agree with him, my staying in Italy for a week before shooting was awesome. I explored the shops here, the beaches, I've visited some of the sights. It's relaxing. I could get used to it.

I've always dreamed of travelling the world one day. Maybe I can ask my boss in London to send me to other countries, too, for modelling purposes. I would need to stay for at least a few days so it would give me time to see at least some sights and similar.

I stop in front of a big building. The glass is all around it, it is clear it's newer, has reinforced concrete structure, it's built mainly from concrete and glass to have more natural light. The room looks large, the building function is reeking business function. The architect chose the regular rectangle windows used for that kind of function objects. I hope it's as modern and clean inside as it is outside.

I walk into the building, ignoring the stares I got. The receptionist smiles at me and I feel welcoming vibes from her.

"Hello! How can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm here for the photoshoot that is scheduled in an hour," I smile back at her.

"Louis Tomlinson?" she asks. I nod. "Oh my gosh! I knew I recognized you!" she squeals. "Mr Malik and Mr Payne will be here shortly," she says as she furiously fast types a message, probably to them. "Can we please take a selfie? I always wanted to meet you," she asks.

"Of course, come here, love," I say. She stands up and hurries around the table to stand next to me, the camera already open. We get in a selfie position and she takes a photo. I can tell she is nervous and doesn't want to come closer because she's anxious. I take the phone from her before she can put it in her pocket, putting an arm around her and bringing her closer. She blushes so much and intensive, she looks like a strawberry. Or Strawberry shortcake hair. The older version where she has more red hair, not the modern pink.

"T—thank you," she says, stuttering.

"No problem. What's your name?"

"Eleanor Calder."

"Want to grab a coffee one day? I'll be in Italy for some time and I don't know anyone here. I could use a guide," I chuckle.

"Sure!" she is quick to agree.

"You know I'm gay right?" I have to ask. I don't want her to get her hopes up, if she even thought about me in that way.

"Of course, Mr Tomlinson."

"Louis."

"Louis. Yes, I know. Can't say I wasn't sad when I learnt that, though. You're everyone's dream guy."

"Aww, thanks, El. Hope this won't be a problem?"

"Not at all! I have a girlfriend now," she blushes and looks down.

"Really? Yey, gay friend!"

"Her name is Julia. Oh, here she comes with Mr Malik and Mr Payne," she says and waves at someone behind me. "She's their assistant."

I turn around to look at them. Damn, Mr Malik and Mr Payne are huge and hot. I wouldn't mind getting double penetrated tonight, wink wink.

I smile at them, extending my arm when they're close. The girl is first to take a hold of it. "Louis Tomlinson."

"Julia Michaels, Mr Payne's and Mr Malik's assistant and this one's girlfriend," she says, nodding in Eleanor's direction. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

She lets my hand go, going behind me to Eleanor, and one of the guys grabs it next. "Liam Payne," he smiles at me and I smile back. I nod, not bothering to say my name again. He releases my hand and the other, Mr Malik, grabs it.

"Zayn Malik," he does the same, his touch lingering a bit. "We're in charge of pictures that go in the magazine."

"Nice to meet you both. I didn't think there would be two of you that leads this place."

"We are just in charge of pictures and models. We don't own this place," Liam explains.

"Wait, really? I thought you're the big bosses," I chuckle, trying not to feel embarrassed.

"You're not the only one who thought so," they return the chuckles."But you will meet the owners, they are coming today to see you. Well, actually, one of them is CEO. The other two are his twin brothers and they aren't listed as owners."

"How come?" I ask.

"The Styles family is rich. The triplets have their occupation. Marcel is running this place, their father is one of the founders so he gave it to him. Harry is an organizer, something like a PR. Edward..."

"We aren't sure what he does," Julia jumps into the conversation.

"So I'll be meeting the triplets today?"

"Yes, they will come when we take pictures."

"Is it the same way of working here? In London, I either posed with clothes, played with toys or I had a partner to do it."

"Yes, pretty much the same is here. Are you comfortable with trying toys today also? I mean, since you know how it works."

"Why not? You'll just need to give me some time to prep myself. You know, I have got laid in a week and a half so I'm tight," I bit my lip seductively, checking Mr Malik and Mr Payne out, hoping they will get the hint. They smirk and I see their gaze going over my body.

Mr Malik comes closer to me. "We could definitely help with that," he whispers so the girls — who are behind the reception desk — don't hear it.

"I would like that, Mr Malik."

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"Can you look a bit more up? And arch your back," Liam says as he takes photographs. I'm dressed in black panties, over knee mesh high socks connected with strips to the panties and high heels. They also put a bit of gold glitter on me.

I'm sitting on the chair, head thrown backwards, leg in the air and I'm leaning on my arms that are behind me.

"You're doing great! Beautiful," Zayn yell at me. It's just us three in the room, we're taking photos of me posing and then we'll take those with toys. The triplets should come soon. It would be a bit awkward if they come when I'm prepping myself. I do that alone.

"Great! Do some natural poses, whatever you want," Liam encourage.

What you want.

What feels natural.

I slide down the chair, getting on my hands and knees on the floor, head tilted backwards. I arch my body, letting my ass a bit down and lifting my legs as much as I could. I hear Liam stop clicking the 'take a picture' button for a second or two and then resume.

I change my poses, thinking about how I would want to get laid. Sophia is right. I'm so sex-crazed it's surprising.

For the last pose of the session, I turn my ass toward Liam and Zayn, getting up on my knees. The position is similar to the one submissive do when they're kneeling in front of their dominant, except I arch my spine to make my ass looks bigger and then I bring my hands on my cheeks. Liam is taking pictures the whole time even though I'm not in the position I imagined.

I bend a bit forward, pulling apart my cheeks. The panties go in my crack, leaving my ass cheeks almost fully visible. The atmosphere is tense, sexual tension is getting higher. Deciding to tease them more, I look over my shoulder, finding Liam and Zayn fast. I look in the camera Liam's holding, pouting my lips and making an innocent look.

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