Still with his cum dribbling down my chin, I finally fell back. I was in utter shock, unable to believe what I’d just done. As enjoyable as it had been, it wasn’t right. I needed to pay him back first. I could only imagine what he thought of me.
“I think you should leave,” I whispered, sounding more upset than I meant to.
To be fair, I was more upset with myself than with him, but I couldn’t have him there while I tried to get myself together. Without a word, he pulled up his pinned pants and left the room, taking his regular suit, and all my hopes, with him. I felt like I’d just ruined my opportunity for success.
Chapter Nine - Krystal
I felt wonderful and awful at the same time. Getting a tissue from my bag, I wiped the cum I couldn’t swallow from my chin, wondering what I was going to do. It didn’t seem likely I would ever be able to face Jayden again, which could be a problem considering we were still supposed to be working together.
I was even the one that had insisted that we keep things professional. I couldn’t help but feel like a hypocrite. I should have been able to handle unintentionally seeing a cock. Yet I just couldn’t keep my hands, or indeed my mouth, off of him. To be fair, it was likely just Jayden to whom I would react that way and my impromptu oral servicing in that case didn’t necessarily bode badly for my career as a seamstress. Assuming I could still have a career after such a screw up. I was still trying to pull myself together when the knock came on the door.
“Yeah,” I said, still flushed and out of it.
Emma poked her head into the room, looking genuinely concerned, and I wondered what Jayden might have said to her. I felt even worse, not wanting to worry her.
“Are you okay? Can I get you some water or something?”
“Yes please,” I said, still trying to pull myself together.
She disappeared and I managed to get myself up onto a nearby chair. My head was swimming with everything that had happened. I knew I should have felt ashamed of what I did, but I couldn’t. It had just felt so good. I felt bad because I didn’t want to mess up my arrangement with Jayden by making our relationship something we never agreed on. As far as I knew, he had an at least passing interest in me but that didn’t mean he necessarily wanted me to go ahead and blow him. Not that he’d objected at the time. It was all such a mess. I only hoped we would be able to fix things before they got too far out of control.
The light knocks came again. It felt a bit weird considering I was in their house, but Emma had clearly been raised with good manners.
“Come in,” I said.
“We only had Evian,” she said, holding a glass of sparkling water.
Silly me, I’d thought she had been talking about tap water. We definitely had different perspectives on things.
“Thanks,” I said, taking a sip.
Bubbles got up my nose and made me sneeze. Setting the glass down on the nearest flat, sturdy surface, I went to the pile of garment bags and searched for her name.
“I brought two options for you, so we can see which one you like.”
“How did you know my measurements?” Emma asked, not unreasonably.
“I didn’t exactly, which is why we have to do the fittings. But I can guess within reason just by looking at someone. I usually get it within a centimeter or two.”
“Wow, that’s like a superpower,” Emma gushed.
“I suppose,” I agreed. I hadn’t really thought about it that way before.
I’d done the angel costume I’d thought of initially, but upon looking at it, I wondered if it might be a bit too sexy for her after noticing that she tended to dress modestly.
“I’ve got the angel costume,” I said, pulling the hanger from the bag, “but I also thought you might like this.”
Emma’s eyes lit up as I flourished the princess dress out of the garment bag like a stage illusionist.
“I love it,'' she gushed.
Emma was as bashful as I was and dashed to the bathroom to put the dress on for the fitting. She showed a good deal more thought and discretion than her older brother. I couldn’t help but smile as she swept back into the room like Cinderella. She looked great, even if the dress was a bit loose. My personal policy was that it was better to make something a little too big than too small. I found it easier to bring things in than to let them out. Basically, it was the costume-making equivalent of measure twice and cut once.