Instead of giving it over, he wraps it around me himself, holding it open for me to tuck my arms into the sleeves, one at a time. Then he ties it for me, his fingers slightly touching the top of the lingerie where my hard nipples are. I bite back a moan, swallowing it, hoping it doesn’t try to rise again. Just his presence alone is causing me to soak this lacey piece, and we haven’t even started the shoot.
“There. Now you look decent. If you can get me hard just by looking at you, I can only imagine how many men are going to buy these for their wives, girlfriends, lovers…” He lets his voice trail off. My eyes stay fixed on the crotch of his pants as he steps away from me.
Did my boss just say what I thought he just said? Either way, I’m not complaining. His touch, warmth, words; it all makes me melt.
I feel the wetness inside the lacey panties I’m modeling, and blush creeps up into my cheeks.
2
DEAN
I can’t stop thinking about Molly as she poses. The way she bends, the way she blows kisses at the camera, all make me sure I’ve picked a good one. She’s going to light up the company.
I can’t wait to talk about her at dinner. I always talk about my new models at dinner time with my wife, it’s not like we have much of anything else to discuss. I’m not sure that she appreciates it, but she’s also aware that when business is booming, it means that she’ll get to spend more of my money that’s coming in.
Despite it being Molly’s first day, she is excellent at her job. She smiles at the right moments and makes sure that she gets it right the first time, with little to no direction. I don’t have to tell her that she needs to tilt her chin one way or another. I don’t need to ask her to smile for me. It all just comes naturally to her.
She’s stunning.
By the end of the day, I want to jerk off so fucking bad just so my dick stops aching by the time my wife sees me. I don’t want her thinking that anything is going on with me and the models. Even though, I am pretty sure she’s been having an affair, but I could honestly care less. It’s not like we’re physical anymore. We haven’t been for over a year. I’m not sure what’s been keeping this marriage together in the first place…
It’s always been harmless fun with the models at the agency, and that’s where it stays. I don’t take anything seriously when it comes to my models, plus none of them have ever grabbed my attention for more than 30 seconds. Well, all but one. Molly.
I walk to the parking lot, exiting outside and finding Molly heading for her car.
I give her a smile. “Be safe, Molly. Have yourself a good night.” I say as I imagine her in the lingerie that she was wearing earlier. I can’t help it. She has some type of spell on me or something, but I can’t seem to get her perfect little body out of my head.
“Thank you, you as well, Mr. Andrews.” She grins at me and gets into her four-door white car. It looks as if it’s seen better days, but who am I to judge anyone by what they drive or what they wear? It's all about what’s in their heart, right? I’ve certainly had to learn that the hard way with being in my second marriage now.
I watch her pull out of the agency.
As I’m driving, I realize that we’re heading the same direction. My cell phone rings, and I pick it up, seeing that it’s my wife, Trish. She hardly calls me unless she needs something. What the fuck could it be now? It’s not like she doesn’t have everything she wants. We have a grand estate, emasculate yard, and a maid cooking and cleaning daily. More money? Another night out? It could be anything knowing Trish.
“I’m on my way home,” I tell her, wondering if that’s what she’s checking up on as I concentrate on the road in front of me.
The more I drive, the more I realize that Molly must live close by because she’s still heading in the same direction as me. She hasn’t turned off.
Maybe she’s meeting someone, or perhaps someone has called her to meet up for a few drinks. I live just around the corner from one of the biggest clubs in town, and I know right now they’re just getting the party started there.
“I have something to tell you,” Trish starts, her voice is soft.
“What is it?” I ask as I watch Molly put her directional light on.
She’s pulling into my driveway up ahead.
I don't understand what’s going on. Why is she here? Did she find out where I lived, and now she’s going to tell my wife what happened in the dressing room earlier? Did I make her feel so uncomfortable that she felt the need to seek out Trish to have a face-to-face talk about what happened?
I see that Trish is outside on the phone. She must’ve not realized how close I was to home, but when she sees me, she hangs up with me. She has a small smile on her face when Molly gets out of her car.
I’m not sure that I want to get out of my car as I watch Molly cross the driveway and hug Trish. With the two of them standing side by side, I get the sense that they are related somehow. It dawns on me that Trish had talked about a daughter from her first marriage. I’ve just never met her, and now I realize that the model that I had been flirting with, the model that I imagine seeing every time I close my eyes since I greeted her this morning, is my stepdaughter.
Fuck.
I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
“Here we go,” I mutter to myself, marveling at what a small world it is.
“I want you to meet my daughter, Molly.” Trish grins from ear to ear as I reach them by the front double-doors of the estate.