I Like Being Watched

I don't even know what came over me that made me do it. But I'd come home from his house, locked myself in my studio, and started tearing through paper like crazy.

There was a close-up of his perfect cock—thick, long, with shaved balls and a shapely head, then one of him leaned forward in his chair after he'd come down my throat, and one of a woman sucking a man off behind his desk while a shadowy figure stood in the doorway. There was another still of his strong hand fisted in my hair. I liked that one the most. The combination of the silky feminine hair in a strong, masculine grip.

After I finally left my studio, I'd burned through a set of batteries at the memory of going down on him, of the power I'd felt taking him in my mouth, hearing the way my mouth tore away all his defenses, leaving him spent and weak afterward.

As if that in and of itself wasn't hot enough, there was the fact that he'd let me continue to suck him, hidden out of sight, while he attempted to carry on a normal conversation.

We could have been caught.

And that was a fact that sent me shooting through four orgasms until I was too exhausted to continue, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

"Ohhh, wait. What is this?" Perry asked, putting down the one black dress to pick up another.

"Oh, that was kind of just... an impulse buy," I admitted. It had a modest bodice and hem, but a slit that went up pretty high on the thigh.

"This is really neat," she said, running her hand up the black material, which made a golden underside appear.

Admittedly, I'd bought it because I knew that if Fitz put his hand on me anywhere, that it would actually leave a mark on me, and finding myself obsessed with the idea.

"You don't think it is tacky?" I asked. "You know, for a formal affair with a bunch of uber-rich people in attendance?"

"I don't think it is tacky at all. It is perfect."

I'd been secretly hoping that she would pick that one as well. But I needed the objective second set of eyes to make me feel comfortable with the choice.

"Alright. What about shoes?" I asked, waving toward the boxes.

"Well, there will be painful blisters no matter what. My advice is to pick the pair you like so much that you will think the blisters are worth it."

"I like the way you think," I declared.

"So, you're really liking the job, huh?" Perry asked, coming to sit on the bed next to me.

I was definitely starting to really like my boss, that was for sure.

But I couldn't admit that.

"I am. It's been good work," I admitted. "It keeps me engaged, but not super stressed. Well, the party has been a little stressful. But only because of the lack of notice."

"Have you had time to work on your art, though? You are always working lately."

To a fellow creative like Perry, making sure there was always time for your craft was paramount to a happy life. It was why she never managed to hold onto a job, why she quit the moment they didn't give her as much freedom as she needed to go to auditions or do plays.

"I have been working so much lately, actually," I admitted. "I come home, and I end up working for hours. I'm not ready to share it yet," I added, stomach tightening at the idea of Perry seeing my raunchier work.

"You know I would never ask," Perry said, pressing a hand to her heart. "That is very personal. When or if you are ready, I will be eager to see the new work, though."

"I love that about you," I told her. "So, how has work been for you?"

"I have an audition for, believe it or not, a soap."

"You don't sound excited."

"Soaps aren't as big as they used to be. Well, some of them have had pretty decent increases lately, though."

"Well, no one says you need to stay on it until the end of time. Think of how many of today's biggest stars got their start on a soap opera. I mean, if you think about it, what better way to get experience? It is a daily show. And within a year on cast, you would likely have to have three separate star-crossed relationships, several enemies, some sort of health or natural disaster emergency, a faked death, and a dramatic return."

"You seem to know a lot about soaps," Perry said, small eyeing me.

"Okay. It's a guilty pleasure of mine, but I started watching one when I was home sick with the flu as a teen, and I still tune in here and there. There's really nothing else on TV as immersive as a world that has been going for like seventy years, and is on the air five days a week most weeks of the year."