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blowing sex and my
pussy was tingling at the prospect of the photos, getting slutty. I
turned the shower on and stepped in to clean my body while my mind
was picturing filthy things I would do to Damian while the camera
rolled. Maybe in another life, I’d been a burlesque dancer because
I was getting into this very easily. It was hard not to let my
fingers linger, washing my pussy.
    When I turned the shower off and slid the
glass door back, Damian was standing before me, extending a glass
of wine. “Dinner is on the way.” His gaze drifted to my breasts,
beads of water dripping from my hardened nipples. “My God, you’re
beautiful.”
    “Look who’s talking.” In the satin robe, tied
loosely at the waist, his muscular chest and tight abdomen peeked
through the folds of the cloth. I took the wine from his hand and
raised it to my lips, my gaze drinking in his dark eyes, the shadow
of beard in the hollow under his cheekbones and his full, parted
lips.
    “I’d better get out of here and let you dry
off, before I’m tempted to fuck you again. I want to wait to get
that on film.” He handed a fluffy white towel to me, and with a
smile, he was gone.
    I took another large swallow of the clear,
icy wine and set the glass on the counter. It was fruity, burning
its way down my throat but I wouldn’t need it for the liquid
courage—my hormones were in over-drive already. After toweling
myself quickly, I turned on the heat lamp and took my make-up case
from the cabinet.
    Even when going to the club, I wouldn’t wear
as much make-up as I planned on using tonight. I applied a dark
shadow, extending to the corner of my eyebrows and black mascara to
my blonde lashes. Instead of the pale pink lipstick, I covered my
lips with a bright, hooker red, shade. No need for foundation or
blush. I pinned my hair loosely up, letting some tendrils frame my
face and trail down my neck.
    Deep inside the bag was a set of small, round
clips, still in their packaging from when I’d bought them. I opened
the plastic bag and opened the gold ring to apply it to my nipple.
Ow! It hurt, but in a good way, shooting a dart of pleasure to my
clit. Next the other breast. I looked in the mirror and smiled at
the gold ring pinching the nipple of my dark areole. Taking a deep
breath, I bent and clipped one to my pussy lip. Another glance in
the mirror…Oh yeah! I looked lusty and fuckable.
    When I entered the bedroom, I could hear
Damian speaking at the front door. The pizza must have arrived.
What if I’d answered the door wearing only this jewelry? I couldn’t
help giggling at the thought. Damian would probably get his fantasy
way before we had a chance to meet Sean.
    I pulled out a red, lacy bra and garter belt
from the back of the drawer of my dresser and set them on the bed.
The cup size of the bra was smaller than the normal ‘D’ I usually
wore, but pushed the girls high, making them look enormous,
spilling over the top. Next, the mesh bag with my stockings—a black
pair would do just nicely, especially with the black stiletto
heels.
    When I was dressed in my hooker lingerie, I
pulled a micro-mini red lace dress from a hanger in my closet. Ten
minutes later, a dash of perfume and I was ready for another glass
of wine and the photo shoot.

Chapter 5 Damian, the photographer
    Something
told me that dinner would be served late that night, IN BED. I
turned the oven on low, placed the box inside it and poured another
glass of wine, downing it in two swallows. When I turned to take
the bottle into the bedroom to get dressed, my hand drifted to the
counter, setting the wine down while my jaw dropped.
    Holy fuck! Was that Janice? She’d always
dressed seductively when we went to the club but now she looked
absolutely luscious, all tits and legs, every guy’s fantasy! The
ivory mounds of her breasts, bursting up from the scooped neckline,
the slim waist with a tiny mound of her tummy, curving out to a
round hip and long, lithe thighs—my cock was