Epilogue
Mara
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My huge belly makes it difficult for me to maneuver in the small office at Club Z, but the atmosphere’s humming and I’m excited. After all, tonight’s a special masquerade event, and all the girls will be dressed in masks, skimpy lingerie, and not much else. Of course, I don’t want to miss out on the fun so I’m also bedecked in my sheerest lace panties and matching bra, although of course, I’m so huge now that my creamy swells practically escape the lacy cups.
My boyfriends were hesitant at first.
“You don’t have to,” Clay whispered in my ear after a particularly long, satisfying session of lovemaking. “We don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
I nod but then place a hand on my belly.
“Yes, but you said that some men have an appetite for pregnant women, right? That they like the big curves and enormous breasts?”
That’s when Casper leans forward to bite my turgid nipple, making me squeal.
“Yes, but it’s strictly look, don’t touch,” he rasps. “You belong to us now, and no man’s putting his hands on you ever again.”
The comment made me giggle but I also felt incredibly protected and cherished. After all, I moved into the brothers’ penthouse for good after our last conversation. My job at the law firm has also gone kaput, and I’ve quit City Girls too. Needless to say, Clarissa was horrified and claimed I’d been ‘brainwashed,’ but I know it’s not true. Clay, Casper and I are in a relationship now, and as my boyfriends have stated time and time again: I hold the reins, and I’m not doing anything I don’t want to.
High heels click against the hardwood floor as some of the women funnel into the hallway, ready for the party. The masquerade ball will be starting shortly, and the girls look gorgeous. Quite a few are wearing peek-a-boo lingerie with their nips and pussies gleaming, and their high heels seem to be a minimum of four inches in height.
I look down at myself ruefully. I’m dressed in sassy lingerie too but with my bulging belly, I can’t even see my panties, much less my toes. My heels are only two inches too. Casper and Clay begged me not to go higher, for fear that I’d fall and hurt the baby.
Suddenly, a knock sounds on the door and I look up. Lindy, the pretty blonde from the café, waves and smiles.
“Hi Mara,” she giggles. “Good to see you. Will you be playing tonight?”
I laugh and shake my head.
“Yes, but also no. You know that Casper and Clay won’t let anyone else touch me right? So you might see the three of us together, but we won’t be entertaining anyone else.”
She sighs and her eyes grow dreamy.
“You’re so lucky because you have two amazing, hot and hung boyfriends! I want that in my life but I feel like it’s impossible to achieve. How’d you do it?”
I merely laugh. It’s still too much to reveal that I came from City Girls, seeing that they’re a competitor, but I know that at some point, it’ll all come out.
“Honestly, everything will fall into place when it’s time,” I say. “Just trust in Fate.”
Lindy sighs again and nods.
“I do trust in Fate. I just hope Lady Fate comes sooner rather than later because otherwise I’m going to shrivel up and die!”
With that, the pretty blonde sashays off with one last wave and I laugh again. The younger girl and I have developed a bit of a rapport over the last few months, and I like her a lot. Lindy’s got a fun, playful nature and is totally uninhibited, making her very popular among the male guests.
But just as she’s leaving the small office, Clay and Casper enter. They look amazing in dark tailored suits and when they see me, those blue eyes flash.
“Holy fuck,” Casper chokes.
“Could you be any more sexy?” Clay rasps, his eyes devouring me. “Get up baby. Show me those curves.”
I giggle and do as they ask, struggling to turn in my high heels. My nips are dusky circles beneath the lacy bra, and when I face the desk and bend over, sure enough, my gleaming pink slit comes into view.
“I wore this for you,” I coo. “They’re crotchless panties, can’t you tell?”
I know what they’re seeing. My pussy’s already pulsing and wet, and Casper can’t wait. He crouches and runs his tongue over the swollen, glistening folds.
“Yes,” he moans as I wail aloud with pleasure. “Give me that sweet pussy cream, baby girl.”
“But we have to go out!” I pant. “The party’s starting in minutes.”
“They won’t miss us, and besides, we have a gift for you,” Clay intones as he pulls something out of his pocket. In his hand is a gleaming diamond ring, and I gasp when I catch sight of it over my shoulder.