The Darkness Collection
…… — Margarita, the boss called you to the hall! — she heard the call of her assistant. The voice brought her back to reality, tearing her away from the wave of her imagined show. Margo had spent the last few hours imagining the movements of the models in her dresses, and nothing could occupy her thoughts more than the upcoming tender show. 12 dresses hung in a row, waiting for the girls to put them on. Her collection.
She had been working on it for the last few months, and in a few minutes, Andrey would see the model line. Margo couldn't fully understand if it was a success or not. But doubts were pushed aside by the confidence that her dresses couldn't have turned out any other way. They were the result of the inspiration of her thoughts. Would
HE appreciate them? In case of success, everything she dreamed of could be decided.Margo entered the hall just as Irina's collection demonstration was finishing. Today was the show of the designers' works, and the best line would be presented for foreign promotion. That's what Andrey had decided.
Andrey Vladkov himself — the president of the Model House "Paradise" — was seated with his team of managers in wide armchairs below the podium. The models moved gracefully across the stage, showcasing Ira's work — Margo's colleague. Ira was considered the leading fashion designer of their company, and judging by Andrey's gaze, her dresses were met with approval. Margo assessed their style, the presentation of the concept, and their alignment with the latest design trends. The dresses looked wonderful. Whether Margo — a novice fashion designer — had created something comparable was something they would find out very soon. The last girl finished the show, and Andrey voiced to his colleague sitting to the side:
— Ira, excellent!
Ira, an attractive blonde with green, cat-like eyes, smiled with satisfaction. Her works were a priority for the company, had been sold under contracts multiple times, and the ambitions of this talented girl were huge. She wanted to maintain her status as the first designer of the House.
The boss was seeing his designers' finished collections in a model show for the first time, which was organized in the company's office hall specifically for this purpose. Before this, Andrey had only been shown sketches, which he reviewed, trying to select extraordinary ideas. Andrey valued innovation and sought an unconventional style capable of stirring excitement. He wanted to evaluate the works of the five girl-designers in their finished form, announcing an internal tender — a competition for the best collection — among them. Their Model House created and sold clothing models worldwide, and today the question was being decided: which designer's collection the company would promote in the new season. The focus was decided to be on women's dresses. The works, sewn in their corporate sewing workshop, were being reviewed, but Margo's dresses were an exception. She had sewn them herself.
Margo's line was the last in the show.
— Well then, Margarita remains, — Andrey summarized. He was impressed by Irina's collection, and, as it seemed to Margo, wasn't expecting anything more spectacular from her. — Let's go.
The boss wanted to finish quickly.
— The collection is called "Temptation" — Margo announced with a tremor in her voice. She felt the blood rush to her face.
— Record the show on video, — Margo quietly asked her assistant. She turned on the music herself. The first model stepped onto the podium….
Only the impressions of the seated managers now held meaning for the girl. Models appeared on stage one after another, demonstrating dresses of various silhouettes and styles. Only now was Margo struck by what she had created. The entire line evoked a feeling of the elegant challenge of the feminine Self. The bright color palette and light, flowing fabrics conveyed how wonderful Femininity could be. The podium was filled with something Margo tried to name to herself… eroticism? Even that word didn't express the impression of her clothing. Margo, when sewing, had bet on semi-transparent materials — risky, but how stylish! The girl shifted her gaze to Andrey. The man watched, mesmerized, not taking his eyes off the models gliding across the stage. His nonchalance was replaced by a state resembling stupor. Engagement seemed to have taken his breath away. Andrey sat motionless, and his gaze burned. Could it be that she had succeeded?
The show ended, the managers were silent. The collection had made an impression on the management, Margo no longer had any doubt about that. But what kind? The boss seemed to come to his senses and whispered something to the art director. He replied. Margo froze, awaiting the outcome. Andrey rose from his chair.
— We approve Margo's collection, — he announced. Margo felt as if wings had grown on her. The girl's palms became damp. Was she imagining it? The president's decision sounded as if it couldn't have been any other way.
— Maybe we should still add a few of Irina's models? — Andrey's deputy, the only woman in management, responded. — There are some…
— Absolutely not, — the president firmly interrupted her. — It would break the integrity of the style. — And he asked again. — Any other opinions?
Approving remarks from the other men were heard, but Margo was no longer absorbing their meaning. The girl's mood shifted from nervousness to delight. She had won the tender! He had appreciated her.
Ira tried to hide her disappointment, but her reaction was clear. However, the boss either didn't notice or didn't want to notice.
— Irina, — Andrey addressed her. — You'll help Margarita with the final preparation of the collection. Everything must look perfect.
— Yakamoto will be with us in a week, and we have something to show him, — Andrey announced to those present. — For now, thank you, everyone is free for today.
Mr. Yakamoto, the owner of the largest modeling company from Japan, was a desired business partner for their firm. This collection was intended to be sold to him first. Many designers from all over the world dreamed of getting their models into his lines. For Andrey, partnership with the Japanese businessman meant a breakthrough for the company into international markets.
Margo was about to leave when the boss approached her. She expected a compliment on her work and additional tasks. Tall, handsome, around forty, Andrey knew everything in the modeling business, but he didn't know HER thoughts. They were about him! From the first day of work at the Model House "Paradise," Margo had wanted to be with him. Smart and ambitious, the boss was liked by the girls, was an enviable bachelor, but seemed not to notice how attractive she, Margo, was. Bright red hair only emphasized the energy of her black eyes, her refined face made one admire, and her attractive, slender figure looked wonderful in clothing of any style. Margo's appearance left no man indifferent. But Andrey, throughout the brief period of her work at the company, had only contacted her on business matters. He was spoiled by women. Margo sadly admitted that there simply wasn't enough of his attention for her.
— Margo, — he addressed her. — Stay late today, I need to discuss the details of the collection with you. I'll be waiting for you in my office in half an hour.
She entered the huge office on the top floor. It was dark outside, evening had taken over, sending all employees home. But not her, Margarita.
— I'm here, Andrey Sergeyevich, — she said timidly. Andrey was sitting in a leather armchair. He looked Margo over from head to toe, as if seeing her for the first time. His gaze again resembled the one the girl had caught during the collection show. The short black dress hugged her narrow hips tightly, revealing long legs. Now it was as if she were the model. Andrey rose from the chair. What would the conversation be about? Her prospects as a designer? She was ready to discuss work with him until night, but what warmed her most was the thought that he was nearby.
— You wanted to discuss something.
— Yes, I did, — the president said with a strange excitement. — Your collection.
Andrey suddenly locked the door and came very close. Margo caught his scent — a mixture of cologne, sweat, and male strength. The best scent of a desired man. She was silent as he looked into her eyes. Their gazes seemed to lock together, sparking, and something seemed to ignite in the room. Andrey grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her to him, and plunged into her lips, drawing her into a passionate and prolonged kiss. Margo had to muster strength not to fall off her heels from such a sudden onslaught. She hadn't expected it, though she had been waiting. For a whole six months.
The boss kissed her greedily, and the girl returned the kiss. "Finally," she thought. Her arms wrapped around the man's neck, pressing him to her. Margo felt a male hand on her ass and trembled from the insistent touch. Desire! It arose and filled everything around. Andrey pressed her against the wall and slid his hand under the dress. Found her panties and pulled them down. His breathing became rapid and intermittent; Margo understood the man was seriously aroused. Through the dress, she felt his erection in his trousers. His fingers had already found her crotch, rubbed her vagina, causing moisture to flow, then penetrated inside. Opened her excited little hole. Margo moaned. Everything below became wet, her body yielded to the caresses, and was ready to accept the man she desired.
— I want you… — she heard. Andrey pulled down the dress, exposing her beautiful breasts, and began to caress them, hastily covering her nipples with kisses. Her nipples swelled from the tickling of the male tongue. She heard the sound of a zipper being undone. A male hand lifted her leg, pulling down her stocking. Andrey was impatient and unrestrained, intending to take her right there standing up. But she didn't want to slow him down. Her vagina felt the touch of the pressing phallus, hard, like the character of its owner. She herself no longer had the strength to endure. Margo grasped the cock with her hand and carefully inserted it inside herself.
The man's groan only confirmed the correctness of the path she had chosen. The cock went deep, and Margo cried out. Every particle of her vagina, gently enveloping the firm flesh, let it pass with pleasure. Andrey hugged the girl tightly — one hand on her thigh, the other on her back, literally pressing her body with his against the wall, and began to deliver deep and sharp thrusts, accompanied by sighs. Margo pressed her face against his cheek — ho
t from excitement, and closed her eyes. The pleasure from being close to him, and from his closeness, brought her to the peak of enjoyment. She felt very good.
The thrusts continued the whole time; they periodically merged into kisses, and Margo experienced all the strength and passion of the male tongue. Soon Andrey wrapped both hands around her firm ass and, lifting her into the air, impaled her vagina onto his cock. The thrusts continued with renewed force. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing her bare breasts against him. His shirt was already unbuttoned, and Margo's nipples touched the hair on his torso. This turned Andrey on even more. He suddenly stopped, released her, and then literally dragged the girl to the office desk. Turned her face to the tabletop and bent Margo forward. She already understood how he wanted it, and invitingly stuck out her ass, spreading her legs. His fingers found her clitoris and sharply pinched it, wrenching a passionate moan from Margo.
She squeezed her eyes shut, laying her head on the oak table. Andrey didn't hesitate and swiftly entered her from behind, so deeply that she cried out again and dragged her nails across the tabletop. The man continued to fuck her, first standing, then leaning over so that she could hear his warm breath near her ear. It seemed to her they were breathing simultaneously. Margo made counter-movements with her ass, wanting to give him maximum pleasure. Their first time, he should remember it forever. Andrey whispered tender words to the girl, and she wanted this to continue endlessly. However, her body, satiated with intercourse, was approaching release. Margo felt a hot wave run through her, driving the impulse to the highest point of pleasure. She screamed, and the girl's body convulsed in the acute orgasm that overwhelmed her… It was over. She lay down on the table, exhausted.
Andrey tightly pressed her hips, his cock pulsed more strongly and began to rub in her wet hole with greater speed. Margo knew his finish was close too. She had given herself to him completely, and now waited for his satisfaction to reach its peak. Finally, Andrey made a few thrusts, froze, sharply pulled out his cock, and with a loud groan, discharged a stream of hot semen onto her ass. Margo smiled with pleasure when he, powerless, just as she had been minutes ago, collapsed on top of her with his hot, damp torso. It was the most pleasant warmth in her life…
…. — Did you really like it? — Margo asked Andrey again. She hadn't even noticed how she had addressed him with "you" for the first time in her life. They were already dressed and about to leave the empty office.
— You were super! — Andrey noted, gently pulling Margo to him. Kissed her on the neck. — I haven't had sex like that in a long time.
— I meant the dresses, Andrey, — she clarified. — You did like them, right?
— Liked is not the word. It was astonishing and… somehow strange. I watched the show and got aroused like a teenager. Never thought I could be so surprised. — And he added with a smile. — I wanted you again, right there, sitting in the hall.
Margo smiled back.
— And before that, you didn't want to? — she asked. Andrey didn't answer, just hugged her around the waist. — I tried for you, — the girl admitted.
— You're a smart girl! — the boss praised her. — And talented too. Didn't even expect such models from you. If they have the same effect on Yakamoto as they did on me, then it'll work out. We'll make a pile of money.
Well, business was always first for Andrey. He drove her home. Saw her to the entrance.
— Will we meet again? — Margo asked with hope in her voice. — …I mean, like tonight?
She didn't want to let him go, just at the moment when she had gotten him. To think that the first sex with the boss was the last accident, and not the beginning of something more, she couldn't allow herself. Margo was in love.
But Andrey was about to leave.
— Absolutely, — he firmly answered and kissed her on the cheek. Within a minute, his Mercedes sped off into the night.
Yesterday's tender — the first long step in her promotion. Specifically the tender, not sleeping with Andrey. About the latter fact, she hoped no one in the office suspected. Talk about building a career through the bedroom was repugnant to her consciousness. Margo absolutely strove to achieve everything herself, and Andrey… The girl's body remembered every cell of this man. Her vagina seemed to burn from the impressions of yesterday's sex. Margo simply loved him.
She went to her office, made coffee. Time to get to work. Her assistant entered.
— Margo, Irina was looking for you. Asked you to come see her when you appear. You're working together now, after all.
Margo suppressed her irritation. The last thing the girl wanted was for Ira to help her, or to stick her nose into her collection and the preparation for the Yakamoto show at all. She understood that Andrey had involved Ira, firstly — so that she wouldn't be offended and would stay on the team, secondly — as a backup, after all, Ira's vast experience should help Margo avoid mistakes. She finished her coffee and headed to her office. Found Irina and some young man sitting next to her reviewing the video of her latest collection show on the computer.
Ira turned around.
— Margo, hi! — she responded, her eyes sparkling cat-like. — Congratulations again on yesterday. I want to introduce you, this is Vlad.
She pointed to the guy. Young, around twenty to twenty-two — definitely younger than Margo, he looked at her with curiosity.
— Vlad will be responsible for the casting of the girl-models for your collection show. Andrey thinks the models need to be carefully selected, and Vlad has a lot of experience in that.
Margo paid attention to her new team member. A tall brunette, slender, with the