Mexico was one of my favorite places to visit. It's one of the reasons why I wanted to go there first for our tour. The food was delicious. The music was beautiful. The people were kind. The country was so full of life and color. It was far and away going to be the most colorful runway out of the tour, inspired by traditional Mexican fashion. I was featuring up and coming Mexican designers and models. I wanted to uplift other artists over the world because eventually I wouldn't be with the company anymore. I had no idea when that would be, but I wanted my legacy to be beyond me.
A few things were happening all at once. One, the first show in Mexico City was a major success. I gave my speech at the gala and received a standing ovation. It was covered in the media more than I anticipated. It apparently really resonated with people. However, I think another reason why it became "viral" was because of one of the other things that was happening at the same time.
Em's article was published right before we departed. It blew up. His article was touching. It made me realize how much he truly knew me, more than even myself. It was revealing but not too revealing. It was a glance into my private life. I always hid away from the world, but Em made people start to like me with his article. It's not that people disliked me, but they just didn't know me. The article received thousands of reads and shares in the first week. I did not have social media, but readers found Em's social media, and this was the third thing that was happening at the same time.
Em was capturing his travels on Instagram at the request of his sister. He only had a few hundred followers, but by the time the show in Mexico City ended he had a few thousand. Everyone was living through his social media to get more of a glance into our lives. I say our because people were also really liking Em. He was becoming popular. There were a few speculations about his relation to me, but it was public knowledge that he was my personal assistant, nothing more than that (at least, that is the appearance we gave off).
After Mexico City, we took a stop to Cozumel, one of my favorite parts of Mexico. It's the first place I ever visited in Mexico. Sure, it was a cruise ship destination and had plenty of touristy places, but once you went back a few streets then it was a quiet, hidden gem. We rented a private beach house on the beach, farther down the island and away from the cruise ship docks that tainted the gorgeous ocean view.
When the sun was setting, Em and I found a quiet place on the beach to sit and relax. The rest of the group had gone to a restaurant, but I wanted to stay in. The part of the beach we were on was private, hidden with a small cove surrounding us and plenty of trees. Em was telling me a story about one of the drag shows he did with Peppermint and how he got to meet Bob the Drag Queen. While he was talking, he was smiling and looking at the ocean. He looked beautiful, so I stealthily took pictures of him. I only got a few before he realized.
"Let me see them," he said, reaching for my phone.
I yanked the phone away. "No," I said. "They're mine."
He scoffed. "I need to see if I look ugly in them."
"You look great in them," I said. "I mean, one of them you have a funny face, but the rest you look fabulous."
He squinted his eyes at me and reached for the phone again, which instigated a game of keep-away while laughing, which instigated a makeout session. This makeout session was steamier than normal. Maybe it's because I was shirtless and in my swim trunks, while Em was in his short swim shorts and an open, button-down shirt. Maybe it's because we were traveling and for some reason, traveling made people horny. I once hopped on a flight when I was only twenty and immediately felt sexual-tension with the man sitting across the aisle from me. When we had gotten off the plane, I had fucked him in his rental car. I never even got his name.
Em put his hand on my lower torso, circling my scorpion tattoo with his finger. It was turning me on. My head was getting cloudy. He kissed my neck and then my collarbone. My chest, my nipples, my ribs, until his lips met my scorpion tattoo. His hand slid up my thigh, back and forth, until he slid further up over my groin.
I grabbed his hand and sat up, making him stop. "Em," I said.
He looked at me with the most fuck-me eyes I had ever seen. "Yeah?" he asked, like he wasn't just about to go down on me.
I wanted to say no but I couldn't. Even if I did, he would know I was lying. "We...we can't," I said, breathing heavily. I wanted to.
"Okay," he said, but I didn't believe it in his eyes. He stood up, his glistening legs within reach of my lips. He walked past me and up to the beach house patio.
I followed him. The house was large, technically two houses with a shared patio between them. There was a small shower on the patio, just to wash the sand off yourself. Em took off his shirt and turned on the water, letting it soak his body. He moved his hands over himself in ways I wanted to move mine over him. He bent over, running his hands over his legs to get the sand off. He looked up at me over his shoulder. "Come wash the sand off yourself," he said.
I walked over and stood under the shower even though he barely got out of the way. I let the water rinse over me, and Em's hands moved along me as he stood behind me. He rubbed his hands over my shoulders, down my arms, along my back, snaking around to my torso, over my chest, my abs, around my hips, the waistband of my trunks. He kissed my back as he did so.
I grabbed his hands and turned to look at him. I turned off the shower. "Emmy," I said, but I didn't want to say no or stop. I was such a pig. It was easy to win me over, but he probably didn't know how easy for him it was specifically, to win me over. I put my hand on his cheek, rubbing my thumb over his lips. He kissed my thumb, putting his hand over mine on his cheek. He wrapped his lips around my thumb, sucking on it, looking at me again with those eyes.
I kissed him deeply, a different kiss than the others we've had. This one was ravenous, from a hunger we both had for each other. I scooped him in my arms, his legs wrapped around my waist as we kissed. Our rooms were connected by a shared bathroom, but I took him to my bedroom and we dropped onto the bed. He pushed me over so I was on my back and he was sitting on top of me, grinding against me. I kissed him ferociously, biting his lips. It was my turn to push him onto his back.
I stood up and took off my swim trunks. He looked me up and down, his pupils large, breathing heavy. He pulled on his shorts and I took them off. I kissed his ankle, climbing onto the bed. I moved my hands up and down his thighs, and then pushed them back so his knees were against his chest. I kissed the back side of his leg until I reached his groin. I gave him a rim job to lube him up, him moaning. Then I sat up and towered over him.
He spit in his hand and grabbed me, rubbing me, making me groan. His ankles wrapped around my neck as I entered him slowly, the both of us moaning. I kissed him, breathing him in, inhaling his moans as I moved faster. It had been months since I last had sex. I wasn't sure how long I could last, but he felt so good. I pounded against him faster as he moaned louder, gasping for air. He put his hands on my face, moaning, "Oh Faye, oh Faye."
"I'm close," I groaned.
"Not yet," he said, kissing me. "Not yet. Harder."
I did as he said, trying to hold out for him. His legs were shaking around me, and when he clawed into my back, almost screaming his moans, he finished and then I finished, panting. I kissed him as we caught our breaths. Then I fell to the side of him. I leaned over and grabbed one of the beach towels sitting on the floor. I used it to clean the both of us up.
The realization that I fucked Emerson didn't immediately hit me. He kissed me slowly in the bed, until he fell asleep in my arms, and I fell asleep soon after.
When I woke up, the sun was rising outside the window. Em was still in my arms. We were both still naked under the covers. This is when the realization hit me, and the usual shame I had after sex came over me. That being said, seeing his naked body draped over mine also filled me with lust and desire. I stood up and went to the bathroom, urinating, and then brushing my teeth. I went back into the bedroom and put on a pair of boxers. Em stretched in the bed, and I couldn't help but look at his body.
"Good morning," he said.
"Good morning," I said. I sat down on the bed. "Em, we can't do that again."
He laughed lazily. "Okay," he said.
"What do you mean okay?"
He shrugged. "If you say so," he said, smiling.
"Well, I mean it," I said.
"Okay," he said again. He stood up and went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. He brushed his teeth, standing naked at the sink.
I walked into the bathroom and leaned in the doorway. "So, you're fine then?"
He spit out his toothpaste. "Of course I'm fine," he said. "Are you fine?"
"Yes," I said. "I mean, you're fine pretending like nothing happened?"
He rinsed his mouth out with water, spitting it out. He leaned against the sink and looked at me. "We can pretend," he said. He let his eyes roam over my body, prompting me to look at his still naked body.
"Em, I'm your boss. I-"
"Are you going to fire me?" he asked.
"No. I can't fire you," I said. He knew that.
"Are you going to report me to the board so they can get me fired?"
"No, I wouldn't do that. You didn't do anything."
"I didn't?" he asked, smiling. "If I hadn't kissed down your torso then none of this would've happened." He walked up to me, putting his hand on my chest. "This is all my fault, not yours."
"I should've stopped it," I said.
"Why?" he asked. "And don't say it's because you're my boss and I'm your assistant, because if that were the case then we wouldn't be kissing all the time either." He put his body closer to mine, against me. "Faye, we're traveling, and we both said we didn't want to go out and fuck random strangers while we worked on ourselves. That's why we started making out, but I have needs and you have needs. I still don't want random guys fucking me. So, it's the same circumstances. Right?" He kissed my neck.
I sighed, closing my eyes. "Emmy," I said quietly as he kept kissing my neck. I let him for a moment longer, but then I grabbed him by the wrists. I turned him so he was leaning over the sink, facing the mirror. "You are very persuasive," I said, grabbing his hips. "Hand me that lotion."
I fucked him again in front of the bathroom mirror. He was irresistible. He was a good fuck. He was loud, so I had to put my hand over his now that the rest were back in the house. "I'm going to fuck you in every country we go to," I said into his ear, pounding into him still.
"Oh Faye," he whimpered. "Please. Please. Oh, please!"
We took a shower together when we were done, long enough that I could get him off again with a handjob. He went down on me in the shower, giving some of the best head I ever had, sliding two fingers into me. I was going to put a dent into his throat by how good he was doing. Eventually, we were too worn out that we did finally finish showering and got ready for the day. We had a plane to catch.