Pajamas

She slipped her cute little feet into a pair of black pumps and told me to have a seat on the sofa.

"Time for my close up, Jozzy!"

She twirled around until she was practically in my lap.

"Well, I was promised a slumber party and I think we should have one!"

I just giggled, trying not to grab this hot little pixie.

"So, you... uh... wanna share a sleeping bag?" She looked back over her shoulder at me and winked.

"You know I do."

"Let's go!"

Finally, she turned and faced me.

"Wow. We're finally alone," she smiled as her eyes gleamed.

All I could think while I snapped pictures of her perfect little mocha body was, "Damn, I wish this chick dug chicks..."

Just as soon as I thought the photoshoot was over, Maelie came down the stairs in a cute little two-piece number looking absolutely gorgeous. I took over the camera while Deximo disappeared with Randi.

More than just a break... Deximo just couldn't resist that body of Randi's...

"Alright... Maybe it's time for a little break in the photoshoot. I'll get some glasses and be right up," Deximo murmured to Randi as his hand swept around her tiny waist.

"Wow... Something just poked me in the ass... was that you, Mr. Photographer?"

"Nothing in my pockets..."

"Nothing up my sleeves... well... if you slip your big hands deeper inside them you might find something..."

Deximo has been propositioned by his models before, but not quite as ruthlessly as Randi. But there's something about Moon Island Rum that makes people do all kinds of things... even before they've slammed one back...

"Well, I was hoping to get some more shots of..."

"I'm gonna give you a great shot."

"What do you mean?"

"Big and dumb. Just the way I like'm."

"Hey..."

"Here take this bottle. Get two glasses and meet me up in the little balcony behind the bedroom..."

"You mean you wouldn't wanna get me drunk and fuck me all night?"

"I didn't say that..."

"Well, I kinda wanna get drunk..."