“So the lady in your life has a wide variety of tastes
in lingerie preferences?”
The smile that crossed his lips hinted at a devilish
playfulness and his words reinforced it. “I’m thinking she’d look good in
either, dependent on the mood.” Scott raised the one she liked best in his left
hand. “This fits a night of wine, romance and passion.” Then he lifted the one
in his right and she noted the heated gleam in his eye. His voice dropped an
octave. “This one represents sexual control, dominance and intense pleasure of
a different nature entirely.”
Cammie’s heartbeat increased and she found she couldn’t pull
her gaze away from the mesmerizing silver studs. Unable to stop, she ran her
fingers across the pointed tips, only to realize he watched her intensely. She
jerked her hand away.
He handed her both bustiers. Without a word, she turned and
walked toward the dressing rooms located in the rear of the store. The moment
she closed the door, the bravado she’d pretended to have slipped and she almost
backed out of this once-in-a-lifetime modeling gig for the wickedly handsome
Rexton Scott Langston the Fourth.
Looking at her reflection, she couldn’t believe she’d even
agreed to it. In her opinion, her hips were a bit too well rounded. Though she
didn’t carry a spare tire—or “muffin top” as the younger crowd called it—her
middle could use a daily visit to the gym. It didn’t sag but it wasn’t firm
either. “Soft and pliant”, if she had to choose a description of her tummy
area. But her boobs…now that was an area where she was most abundant.
She shook her head and took a deep breath. She could do this
even though her body wasn’t stick-model thin.
And he did say the lady in his life was exactly her
size. Maybe he liked his women full-figured and breast-gifted, as she liked to
call herself. She snorted at the idea. Even if she was Cammie’s size,
she was probably more toned. Shaking her head, she chose her favorite of the
two outfits to try on first. Undressing, she hung her blouse and skirt on a
hook on the wall. It took a second to spring her breasts free of the
leather-and-lace bra that matched her thong and garter.
It must have been karma that made her choose to wear this
set today. It matched the bustier as if they were meant to be together, so she
didn’t change into the thong that came with it. She took special care
connecting the hooks in the front of the lingerie. She knew it fit because it was
the exact one she’d tried on several days earlier. Arianna, the college student
who worked for her part-time, had helped adjust the leather ties up the back to
make it conform to Cammie’s figure in a snug hug, and they’d left it that way
when they’d returned it to the rack.
Owning the store provided the guilty pleasure of trying
things on even if a particular item lingered on the outskirts of her budget.
With the store less than a year old, she knew she had to manage her money
tightly until she turned a profit. It would take some time to build her
clientele. But once the store was in the black, she’d splurge a bit on items
just like this one.
Hooking the last stay, she admired herself in the
full-length mirror. Damn, it made her look ready for exactly what he’d
said…wine, romance and passion.
In her mind, she saw an image of the two of them,
wineglasses in hand, soft music and candlelight, Cammie dressed like this. In
the next frame, all she saw was the bustier on the floor by a bed covered in
plush white blankets. Two bodies wrapped in an embrace sharing a passionate
kiss while connected, fucking in a slow, steady rhythm.
She shivered from head to toe and was grateful the leather
prevented her nipples from visibly protruding. Unable to confront the heat of need
shining in her gaze, she closed her green eyes, shutting out her reflection in
a desperate attempt to control her libido.
How had he managed to place such a fantastic image in her
head? With choice
in lingerie preferences?”
The smile that crossed his lips hinted at a devilish
playfulness and his words reinforced it. “I’m thinking she’d look good in
either, dependent on the mood.” Scott raised the one she liked best in his left
hand. “This fits a night of wine, romance and passion.” Then he lifted the one
in his right and she noted the heated gleam in his eye. His voice dropped an
octave. “This one represents sexual control, dominance and intense pleasure of
a different nature entirely.”
Cammie’s heartbeat increased and she found she couldn’t pull
her gaze away from the mesmerizing silver studs. Unable to stop, she ran her
fingers across the pointed tips, only to realize he watched her intensely. She
jerked her hand away.
He handed her both bustiers. Without a word, she turned and
walked toward the dressing rooms located in the rear of the store. The moment
she closed the door, the bravado she’d pretended to have slipped and she almost
backed out of this once-in-a-lifetime modeling gig for the wickedly handsome
Rexton Scott Langston the Fourth.
Looking at her reflection, she couldn’t believe she’d even
agreed to it. In her opinion, her hips were a bit too well rounded. Though she
didn’t carry a spare tire—or “muffin top” as the younger crowd called it—her
middle could use a daily visit to the gym. It didn’t sag but it wasn’t firm
either. “Soft and pliant”, if she had to choose a description of her tummy
area. But her boobs…now that was an area where she was most abundant.
She shook her head and took a deep breath. She could do this
even though her body wasn’t stick-model thin.
And he did say the lady in his life was exactly her
size. Maybe he liked his women full-figured and breast-gifted, as she liked to
call herself. She snorted at the idea. Even if she was Cammie’s size,
she was probably more toned. Shaking her head, she chose her favorite of the
two outfits to try on first. Undressing, she hung her blouse and skirt on a
hook on the wall. It took a second to spring her breasts free of the
leather-and-lace bra that matched her thong and garter.
It must have been karma that made her choose to wear this
set today. It matched the bustier as if they were meant to be together, so she
didn’t change into the thong that came with it. She took special care
connecting the hooks in the front of the lingerie. She knew it fit because it was
the exact one she’d tried on several days earlier. Arianna, the college student
who worked for her part-time, had helped adjust the leather ties up the back to
make it conform to Cammie’s figure in a snug hug, and they’d left it that way
when they’d returned it to the rack.
Owning the store provided the guilty pleasure of trying
things on even if a particular item lingered on the outskirts of her budget.
With the store less than a year old, she knew she had to manage her money
tightly until she turned a profit. It would take some time to build her
clientele. But once the store was in the black, she’d splurge a bit on items
just like this one.
Hooking the last stay, she admired herself in the
full-length mirror. Damn, it made her look ready for exactly what he’d
said…wine, romance and passion.
In her mind, she saw an image of the two of them,
wineglasses in hand, soft music and candlelight, Cammie dressed like this. In
the next frame, all she saw was the bustier on the floor by a bed covered in
plush white blankets. Two bodies wrapped in an embrace sharing a passionate
kiss while connected, fucking in a slow, steady rhythm.
She shivered from head to toe and was grateful the leather
prevented her nipples from visibly protruding. Unable to confront the heat of need
shining in her gaze, she closed her green eyes, shutting out her reflection in
a desperate attempt to control her libido.
How had he managed to place such a fantastic image in her
head? With choice
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