until
I was challenged.
“Let’s try
another pose.”
I slowly sit
upright, my mind still in another room, and move to the middle of the seat. I
plant both feet on the floor and bring my knees together. Hands on either side
of me, I slowly lower my head until my nose is pointed to the floor and
waterfalls of hair gently brush my cheek. As I lift my gaze and stare into the
camera another voice, another room, slides into my mind frame.
Tell
me, Elly, do I look like a freak to you?
It’ll
be our little secret…
Come
here, Elly.
Sit.
The heat in my
belly intensifies. My breath shudders in and out. My knees want to part. I
fight them, fight the deeper tingling between my legs. Todd climbs the stage
again, comes closer. My bare feet slide in opposite directions on the smooth
wooden floor, but my knees stay glued together.
Quinn’s low,
gravel-rough voice replays over and over in my head as his deeply hypnotic,
soulless eyes, stare at me from the ever-advancing camera lens.
Come
here, Elly.
Sit.
Elly…
Elly.
“I think that’s
it for this set up. Let’s get you ready for the next one.”
My body jerks
into the present. I turn away from the camera and tighten my belly against the
persistent heat. The sight of sour-faced Wendy waiting just behind Todd helps
dissipate the electricity sizzling through my blood.
I stand and
follow her. She hands me a russet-colored lace Basque and thong and I change.
Todd directs me
to the bed and again allows me to strike my own poses. The sensations return,
stronger than before.
My mind whirls
with more than a touch of confusion. How can I be enjoying this? How can my
body be this hot when everything about what I’m doing is wrong?
Yes, I’m doing
this for a blindingly simple reason—to keep myself alive and to keep
Clayton from discovering the secret I hold locked in my heart. But a part of me
is also enjoying the thrill of dressing up in nice lingerie, wearing makeup and
playing minx with the camera. Because I know the man with the mechanical voice
will see it?
Yes .
The answer slides
deep into me, twists within my groin and hardens my nipples as Todd snaps away.
The silk sheets tangle around my body. I let my fingers glide over it, loving
the texture, wondering how it would feel warmed by two bodies instead of one. I
slide my hands up, rest them on either side of my head. I know my body is on
show, my nipples clear to see beneath the lace, but I don’t care. In fact, the
idea makes me hotter. So much so, I feel a deep pang of regret when Todd calls
a halt.
The third and
final scene before the vanity mirror is simple. In a purple and black slip that
barely covers my naked ass, I pick up the gold-cased lipstick, lean forward and
slide the tube across my lip. Without instruction, I allow my gaze to find the
lens through the mirror. The faster clicks of the camera tells me I’m doing
something right, and when Todd mutters, “Fantastic!” beneath his breath,
elation spikes through me.
I’m sad when he
lowers his camera. For the first time, he smiles. “That was good. Really good.”
I return his
smile. “Thanks.”
He hands me the
gown to cover up and I see a cheeky gleam in his eyes. “You’re the kind of girl
that gives people the idea that gay guys like me can be convinced to switch
lanes.”
I laugh. “Thanks,
I think.”
He grins and
walks away.
Fionnella is
waiting for me once I change back into my normal clothes.
“The boss would
like to see you. Leave your stuff, you can get them after.”
My heart leaps
into my throat. I try to read her face but she’s too good for me. I leave the
room, my mind a chaotic vortex. He said we wouldn’t speak again until my
training was done. So why does he want me? Have I blown it?
Has he already
seen the pictures and decided I’m no longer suitable? The thought of losing
something I’m even now not sure was ever in my grasp fills me with so much
anguish, my fingers shake as I turn the door handle and enter the
I was challenged.
“Let’s try
another pose.”
I slowly sit
upright, my mind still in another room, and move to the middle of the seat. I
plant both feet on the floor and bring my knees together. Hands on either side
of me, I slowly lower my head until my nose is pointed to the floor and
waterfalls of hair gently brush my cheek. As I lift my gaze and stare into the
camera another voice, another room, slides into my mind frame.
Tell
me, Elly, do I look like a freak to you?
It’ll
be our little secret…
Come
here, Elly.
Sit.
The heat in my
belly intensifies. My breath shudders in and out. My knees want to part. I
fight them, fight the deeper tingling between my legs. Todd climbs the stage
again, comes closer. My bare feet slide in opposite directions on the smooth
wooden floor, but my knees stay glued together.
Quinn’s low,
gravel-rough voice replays over and over in my head as his deeply hypnotic,
soulless eyes, stare at me from the ever-advancing camera lens.
Come
here, Elly.
Sit.
Elly…
Elly.
“I think that’s
it for this set up. Let’s get you ready for the next one.”
My body jerks
into the present. I turn away from the camera and tighten my belly against the
persistent heat. The sight of sour-faced Wendy waiting just behind Todd helps
dissipate the electricity sizzling through my blood.
I stand and
follow her. She hands me a russet-colored lace Basque and thong and I change.
Todd directs me
to the bed and again allows me to strike my own poses. The sensations return,
stronger than before.
My mind whirls
with more than a touch of confusion. How can I be enjoying this? How can my
body be this hot when everything about what I’m doing is wrong?
Yes, I’m doing
this for a blindingly simple reason—to keep myself alive and to keep
Clayton from discovering the secret I hold locked in my heart. But a part of me
is also enjoying the thrill of dressing up in nice lingerie, wearing makeup and
playing minx with the camera. Because I know the man with the mechanical voice
will see it?
Yes .
The answer slides
deep into me, twists within my groin and hardens my nipples as Todd snaps away.
The silk sheets tangle around my body. I let my fingers glide over it, loving
the texture, wondering how it would feel warmed by two bodies instead of one. I
slide my hands up, rest them on either side of my head. I know my body is on
show, my nipples clear to see beneath the lace, but I don’t care. In fact, the
idea makes me hotter. So much so, I feel a deep pang of regret when Todd calls
a halt.
The third and
final scene before the vanity mirror is simple. In a purple and black slip that
barely covers my naked ass, I pick up the gold-cased lipstick, lean forward and
slide the tube across my lip. Without instruction, I allow my gaze to find the
lens through the mirror. The faster clicks of the camera tells me I’m doing
something right, and when Todd mutters, “Fantastic!” beneath his breath,
elation spikes through me.
I’m sad when he
lowers his camera. For the first time, he smiles. “That was good. Really good.”
I return his
smile. “Thanks.”
He hands me the
gown to cover up and I see a cheeky gleam in his eyes. “You’re the kind of girl
that gives people the idea that gay guys like me can be convinced to switch
lanes.”
I laugh. “Thanks,
I think.”
He grins and
walks away.
Fionnella is
waiting for me once I change back into my normal clothes.
“The boss would
like to see you. Leave your stuff, you can get them after.”
My heart leaps
into my throat. I try to read her face but she’s too good for me. I leave the
room, my mind a chaotic vortex. He said we wouldn’t speak again until my
training was done. So why does he want me? Have I blown it?
Has he already
seen the pictures and decided I’m no longer suitable? The thought of losing
something I’m even now not sure was ever in my grasp fills me with so much
anguish, my fingers shake as I turn the door handle and enter the
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