Chapter 6 – Goddess Time
Sunday, Sept 22, 2013
“Virus uploaded to island security terminal,” said Teddybear into the comms.
“Confirmed,” replied Ghostie.
“Does that mean you can see me?” I asked, sliding the strap of my togakini down my arm to expose my breasts to the security camera.
“Yes.”
“But I’m not dressed yet, you naughty boy.” I bent over to adjust my black and white striped shoes.
Ghostie grunted.
“Do you like what you see?”
“It’s okay.”
“Excuse me? In what way is this outfit just okay?” Was Ghostie blind? This outfit was a freaking masterpiece!
“I didn’t mean the outfit. I meant the disguise. I really think you should wear sunglasses.”
“Sweet, simple Ghostie. When was the last time you saw a Roman goddess depicted with sunglasses? I mean, of course I could pull it off. But it’s simply not necessary. If the guards suspect us, they’ll be looking for the world’s hottest blonde. Which I usually am. But not today.” I reached up and adjusted the laurel wreath crown over my black wig.
“But your face…”
I laughed. “Uh, have you seen how hot I look in this outfit? You really think a guard is gonna be looking at my face?”
“We’re about to find out. There’s one headed your way.”
I put my leg up on a chair and started oiling my flawless thigh skin. And just for good measure, I pushed the sheer, flowy fabric of my skirt all to one side so that anyone entering the room would have a clear view of my bare ass. I mean…technically this togakini was a thong. But Justin knew I had a great ass, so he’d made sure there was as little fabric back there as possible.
I watched in the mirror as the door behind me swung open and a guard walked in.
Hot damn, boy!Simon had promised me that the guards would all have huge cocks, but I hadn’t expected them to be dressed in sexy little outfits too.
And the best part? Our outfits matched perfectly.
Mine was a mix of a referee and a Roman goddess, while his was a mix of a security guard and a legionnaire. His ID badge was connected to his bullet-proof vest. Bingo. I’d found what I needed. And yet…my eyes couldn’t focus on it. Instead, they went straight to his super jacked forearms. And then down to the hem of his red tunic. It cut off mid-thigh, and if Simon was right about the guards here all having huge cocks, then he was dangerously close to suffering a tip slip.
I always loved men in kilts, but somehow legionnaire tunics were even hotter. Especially when paired with a do-rag and piercing brown eyes.
I was too far away to make out the name on his badge, but I was quite certain I’d just met Hakeem Washington.
Shit!Did knowing his name mean he wasn’t a stranger anymore? Because I really wanted to drop to my knees and see what he was packing under that tunic…
“Chastity,” whispered Ghostie into my earbud. “Quit rubbing your thighs and answer the man.”
I turned around and gasped, pretending like I hadn’t been checking the guard out for the past thirty seconds while he tried to talk to me.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked. He narrowed his eyes and stared at my face.
No! Bad boy! Don’t look at my face.“I’m Gianna’s replacement, obvs.” I gestured to my referee outfit. My togakini only covered one of my breasts, but Justin had added some black and white ropes that went from my left shoulder to my right bicep. When my arm was down, the ropes kept my other breast covered. But when I moved my arm just so…
Hakeem’s eyes went to my exposed breast.
Good boy.