The Secret Life Of Bianca Star

Bianca's POV

"Good morning, beautiful," Steve greeted with a wide, toothy grin. He moved closer to me on the bed and gripped one of my boobs which were out bare. He leaned even closer to bring his lips to mine but I tilted my head back, dodging his kiss.

And without wasting time, I swatted his hand away from my boob and looked at him dead in the eye. "Get out," I said to him calmly with a blank expression on my face.

"What?" He asked in utmost bewilderment and shifted backwards slightly.

"I said get out," I replied with a deep sigh and stood up from the bed, wrapping the blanket around my naked body as I clutched it to my chest.

Steve furrowed his brows and stared at me, probably unsure of what to say or how to react. "Did I do something wrong, Bianca?" He asked.

"Bianca?" I asked him sharply with one of my brows arched. "Are you usually this dense or are you just trying to get on my freaking nerves this morning, Steve?"

"I don't understand," Steve replied and got up abruptly on his feet. As he did, his 7-inched uncut dick swung somewhat cheerfully, hanging loosely in the air. I took one glance at it and quickly stifled the memories that the thick fuck-pipe had given me the previous night.

I pushed a strand of my ruffled ash blonde hair behind my ear and cleared my throat. "I'm beginning to second-guess my decision to hire a thickskull like you as a bodyguard. It seems the only thing you've got working in that body of yours is the thing dangling in between your legs."

My comment prompted Steve to glance down at his dick. He lifted his head up to look back at me after a few seconds. "Bianca..."

I cut him off, "Because I let you fuck me and that too, in my bedroom, doesn't give you the right to call me that. It's ma'am to you, just in case you've forgotten."

"I thought..."

"You thought what? That I'm suddenly head over heels in love with you because of what went down last night?" Steve stayed quiet, attesting what I just said and I scoffed. "My oh my, you're a much bigger fool than I thought. Look, I admit last night was fun while it lasted and there might be a repeat performance sometime in the future but that's as far as it goes, Steve. I wouldn't get any ideas if I were you."

Steve blinked at me several times and I could see sheer anger flashing in his dark, double-lidded eyes. "Just what do you take me for, huh? What the hell do you think I am, a sex toy?" He yelled.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me, Steve. You are my bodyguard and yes, my sex toy. You're just here to protect me and pleasure me. Don't you ever forget that. And it's not like I'm not paying you as well for the 'hassle' which you obviously can't seem to get enough of." I rolled my eyes. I grabbed Steve's rumpled clothes from the floor and carelessly chucked them at him.

I couldn't understand why the hell he was acting like I wasn't paying him extra to keep my bed warm, like he didn't savour every minute of the sex we had last night or the one we had before that.

"Why you..." Steve refrained from finishing his statement.

"Say one more word and I assure you, you'd be kissing your job goodbye. I won't even stop to think twice about how great you are in bed." I took a step away from him and headed towards my bathroom door. "I don't even get why you're so mad or even complaining. Do you know how many men would line up to get a taste of all this?" I told him, gesturing at my beautiful body.

Of course, he had no idea how lucky of a bastard he was!

Steve hastily put on his clothes and stormed out of my bedroom. Good riddance!.Perhaps it was a bad idea to keep screwing the annoying son of a bitch. He was getting way too attached for his own good.

But then again, I couldn't blame him though. I was like a very dank drug, dangerously addictive. My body was one amazing work of art that left men and even women hopelessly spellbound. I was beautifully endowed with sexy long legs that caused commotions, moderate-sized perky boobs, luscious hips and a face that had graced over five hundred magazine covers including thirty-three international Vogue magazine covers.

I was a supermodel and an actress and at just 26, I had amassed a net worth of $29 million. I won the Miss Universe title six years ago. I made quite a name for myself but the journey here wasn't in anyway easy. Only I knew of the amount of bullshit I had to put up with, the asses I had to kiss, the degrading things I had to do, the sleepless nights and whatnot.

But I went through it all and I rose from the ashes like the mythical phoenix. I was extremely proud with what I had achieved over the years and I wasn't going to stop until the day that I died.

I planned on making the most out of life. And I planned on making more men fall flat at my feet. I had quite a good number of them at my beck and call, even my bodyguards were no exception. They were my absolute pleasure tools. That's all men were to me, things made to satisfy my deep, lusty pleasures.

As soon as Steve left, I let the blanket I was holding drop down to the floor before I opened the door to my bathroom and walked in. Slowly and gently, I entered my bathtub and settled down in it. I began soaping the whole of my body, caressing every part while I did.

Now half-submerged in soapsuds, I leaned backwards in the bathtub and rested my head on it. With my eyes firmly shut, I kept on lathering my body. I massaged my breasts in circular motions, hitting them with bubbles from the sweet-smelling soap. With my other hand, I stroked my vulva softly, taking time to soap my labia and my clit with pleasure.

I let out a gasp and spread my thighs wide to give myself more access. I continued working the lather on me tenderly and ever so sweetly. My love hole still throbbed with pain from the romp I had last night. I massaged the wall of my va-jay-jay intently and fondled my breasts still, tugging at my hardened nipples as the memories from last night came washing over me like a flood.

Bianca's POV

It was past midnight and I had just returned from a colleague's birthday party. I might have had too much to drink because I was completely out of control. I was so randy, it felt like my insides were on fire. They were burning with so much intensity I couldn't bear it anymore. And I didn't have to, not at all. Not when I had my big boy toys with me.

The moment I got home and came out of my car, I grabbed one of my bodyguards, Steve by the collar and he followed quietly like an obedient puppy. It was evident he knew what was going to happen, he knew he was going to get a delicious treat tonight – the most delicious he'd ever had. And I bet he must have anticipated this incredible moment since the first and last time we got down and dirty in a hotel a few weeks ago.

I could tell because his eyes darkened with fiery lust and desire and his cock was practically begging to be freed from its wicked confines as it bulged rock-hard against his pants. Boy, that thing was a master driller. It was thick and so thrilling to take in. I vividly remembered how Steve drove it all the way in my hole fast and furiously like he was Dominic Toretto behind the wheels or even better.

I hadn't fucked any man in a pretty long while as I had been busy with photo shoots, high fashion campaigns and editorials during the past few days but now I was dying to make somebody's son beg me to fuck him and scream my name. This hot body of mine could use some good pounding too.

It's no news that I was a wild cat and a sex kitten. My libido was over the top so my sex life was very active and far from boring. I didn't feel the need to be in a love relationship with any man though. Bianca Davies was too breathtakingly beautiful to be tied down to a man or be called someone's girlfriend. I was way more than that. No man was worth it.

Men were all nothing but tools with which I satisfied my sexual needs. And any man who got a taste of all this delicious goodness was one lucky bastard. He could die in peace with a victorious smile, having accomplished one thing – getting fucked by Bianca Davies.

And if he got to taste my juicy taco the second time, he'd be so addicted, it would drive him to madness. He might have to be taken to rehab, even though at this point he might never fully recover or regain his senses. Yes, that's the power my precious pink taco possessed, the power I wielded over men. The power I reveled in, that got the sons of Adams hooked to me. It was one that made them fall at my feet, worship me and drool over me. It was not for nothing that I was called 'the queen of hypnotic beauty'.

That charming power was what was plunging Steve into a hopeless, dreamlike state. He was so lost that all he could see at that moment was me. His senses were utterly dulled and now he couldn't wait to delve his rod into my sweet love nest. He kissed me hungrily, French kissing me like his life depended on it as we ascended up the stairs and made way to my bedroom.

Our tongues continued to roll together in haste and mad passion. Steve covered my neck with harsh, fervid kisses while he impatiently tore my dress from my body. I was half naked when we finally made it to my bedroom. Steve quickly shut the door and pushed me hard to the wall.

He frantically gripped my skimpy underwear and ripped it without breaking the kiss. I didn't miss the look on Steve's face as he stared at my perfectly round jugs and my pretty kitty. He sucked in a deep breath, salivating at my divine body like it was the first time he'd seen me in my beautiful birthday suit. I smirked. I had that effect on men.

I raked his dark brown hair while he clung to me like a mad dog attacking his target. My other hand snaked down his abdomen and found his erect cock eagerly waiting to be released. I massaged it not so gently, earning a groan from Steve.

He clutched my hair with one hand and kissed me harder, sucking my lips and put his other hand around my neck. I inhaled sharply and massaged his cock faster through the fabric until I felt it was time to take the bad boy out.

I fumbled with Steve's complex belt buckle and when it proved to be stubborn still, I barked in frustration, "Take off your belt." It sounded more like an order than a request and indeed it was.

Steve wasted no time. In a flash, he undid his belt and I watched as his pants dropped to the floor. He took off his boxer shorts as well and I took his thick member between the palm of both my hands. I stroked it faster and a throaty keening escaped Steve's lips.

He grabbed my boobs and squeezed them boorishly, kneading them like they were dough. I moaned softly at his coarse touch and we resumed shoving our faces in each other's. Steve held both my thighs and lifted me up from the ground. He staggered towards my dresser and sat me down on it quite ungentlemanly, knocking down some of my stuff.

I grabbed his shirt, demanding he took them off. Steve obliged and off came his shirt. "Suck me!" I commanded and he quickly complied. He bent down and sucked the lips of my pussy, flicking his tongue around my jewel. I cried in blistering ecstasy as he went on for a couple of minutes.

"Ohhhh, fuck me now," I moaned.

Steve stood in my centre and spread my legs wide. He grabbed my hips and shoved his ramrod deep into my vagina. I yelped and dug my nails into his flesh. He groaned and went in and out of me faster.

"Fuck! You feel so fucking good!" Steve roared.

I raised my thighs up to meet his angry thrusts and our groins clashed together in aggressive passion. Steve encircled his arms around me and carried me from the dresser. He dropped me on my bed and I went on to sit on top of him.

I guided his cock into my sleek hole and rode him to a state of profound bliss. With a firm grip on his neck and his hand on my hips, I took the lead, bouncing up on him. Steve cursed and groaned and roared.

He was overwhelmed with primeval sensations as I was.

We didn't stop there. We went on for a long time, switching positions and fucking till we were both breathless, with Steve singing my praises until I'd gotten enough of him.

It was this intense humping that made Steve lose his senses and forget his place. I shook my head as the event from last night finished playing in my head. I rinsed the soap off my body and got out of my bathtub.

***

"Good morning, Miss Davies," Harriet chirped, flashing me her usual lucid smile that revealed her dimples.

"Good morning, Harriet," I responded, giving her a small smile.

"I trust you had a wonderful night?" She asked.

"Yes, I did. What about you?" I asked back. Not like I cared or anything. I just felt the need to be warm and polite to her. She was after all, my personal assistant, my right-hand woman. Harriet was the second person I trusted the most in the whole wide world, after me, of course.

"I did," she replied beaming and adjusting her floral halter neck ruffle dress. She looked really pretty today like she took her time getting herself all dolled up.

Harriet was an attractive lady, a year older than I was. Though not nearly as attractive as I was. She was slender, tall, with a symmetrical face, black kinky hair and beautiful dark skin that glistened. She would make a fine model, I had told her a thousand times but she always shrugged it off. She could be the next Naomi Campbell if she gave modelling a shot but she said she wasn't built for that kind of stuff.

"How did your date go last night?" I remembered she'd told me she was going on a date with her boyfriend.

"Oh, it went well, thank you." Harriet paused and then gave me a once-over. "You look stunning today!" She complimented me, almost squealing like a stuck pig.

"Don't I always?" I rolled my eyes and smiled a little, my voice brimming over with sheer cockiness.

"Of course, you do!" Harriet agreed.

I was looking exceptionally beautiful today as I was donned in a sparkly black off shoulder strapless gown made exclusively by a topnotch French designer. The silky gown had a thigh-high slit and was patterned with tiny pieces of stones that gave it a high lustre. And my makeup, on fleek as always.

It was the premiere of a movie I'd been specially invited to by the producer and director himself, Mr Hawkins. No doubt, the movie was going to be a hit. Other than the fact that Hawkins had poured millions into the production and that he had cast a good number of A-list actors, Mr Hawkins barely had any box office flop. At least none that I knew of.

And if all went well, I'd be cast in the sequel which would be released two years from now. I was looking forward to it. So far, I'd starred in eleven movies and played the lead roles in four and each one of these movies was a global success.

I'd only dived into the acting world a few years ago but I was making quite an impact with my brilliant performances. Why else would a standoffish person like Mr Hawkins invite me to his movie premiere and speak about casting me for his sequel?

"You're not looking bad yourself," I said to Harriet and she smiled again.

Steve walked in and stared at me conspicuously with a grim expression visible on his face. We hadn't talked since that night and frankly, I didn't give a damn. He was just my bodyguard and I wasn't paying him to talk to me. I wasn't paying any one of them to try and be too comfortable with me. The only time I expected them to break the boundaries of professionalism was when I wanted to have a good screw and I always got it.

"Good morning, ma'am," Steve spoke, his words barely coming out as though he was forced to say them.

"Is the car ready?" I asked him, not finding it relevant to respond to his greeting. "Where's Patrick?" My eyes raked all over the place in search of my chauffeur.

"He's outside, ma'am," Steve replied.

"Let's go guys," I beckoned my make-up artist and stylist who were nestled in my couches the whole time. "I can't afford to be late today," I said, even though I very much knew I was dead late but I wasn't bothered a bit about it.

I never went to a party early unless I was the celebrant!.

I walked outside to where my limo was parked and other bodyguards stood waiting for me.

"Good morning, ma'am," Sky greeted first and then Kevin. I greeted back without sparing them a single glance. Sky opened the door for me and I settled in the seat with slight difficulty.

Sky was the oldest of my bodyguards. He was beefy, good-looking with masses of jet black hair and was usually calm and collected. He was a man of few words, seemed like one who had trouble speaking but in bed, he was a loud, vicious animal. Just how I liked my boy toys to be. He understood what was required of him and hence, I never had any issue with him.

Kevin too was a wild thing in the sheets. As a matter of fact, the hot Afro-American was an animated cuntfucker which was no surprise, given that he had a vibrant personality and was garrulous – a trait so 'unbodyguardly'. But on the other hand, he knew quite well the ethics of his work, what being Bianca Davies' bodyguard entailed and how to behave.

I couldn't say the same for Steve. He was starting to irk the shit out of me with his stupidity and I was thinking about not letting him get in between my legs anymore to avoid any future complications.

But what was the point of keeping him as a bodyguard if he could not please me? He was of no use to me then.