Locked Down with Mr. Right

Surviving all the way through breakfast, having just had some wonderful sex in the shower, it was time to get ready for the big show. One of the advantages to the whole situation, was that I never had to decide what to wear.

“This should do,” Tobias said, taking the new dress from the garment bag Clementine had brought in.

It was less Daisy Buchanan, even a 21st Century version, and more like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

“I might need some help,” I said, noticing the zipper in the back.

“Not a problem,” Tobias said, with a slightly crooked smile.

Helping me out of his shirt I was using as a nightgown, Tobias caressed the length of my nude form before getting his mind back on track. He pulled the dress over my head and the hem down to my knees. Griping it firmly at the bottom, he ran the zipper to top, encasing me in the beautiful replica, sans underwear. It was one of the sexiest experiences of my life.

It must have been for him, too. As soon as the zipper was done, Tobias was on his knees with his hands on my hips, helping me stay up as he devoured my pussy. I reach out a hand to a nearby bedpost, using the other to lovingly stroke his hair. Encouraging my love in his endeavours. It got me nice and relaxed, and Tobias smoothed the hem of the dress back down to its former glory.

The doorbell tune echoed through the halls and corridors of the house, bouncing off the high, majestic walls. They came in like an army of grim surgeons, all wearing masks and gloves. I recognized a couple by their eyes. Especially Mitch, who had one brown eye and one blue eye like David Bowie.

They set up in the bedroom. I guess they were trying to give a sense of intimacy. The same logic was the behind the concept of boudoir photography. Most of it was shot on sets. There were very few things that were actually what they appeared. ‘Seeing is believing’ was yet another example of sad, social mythology.

With the stage set, it was time to take my place in front of the cameras and do what the executives commanded in order for the chance at more money than I had ever even seen. ‘Carrot before the horse’ rang truer all the time.

Tobias stayed. I didn’t know if he would, but I was really glad. I thought it might be awkward, but at the same time, I was grateful for the moral support. What was about to happen was really conflicting. Dean seemed like a great kid, but a kid he was, or so it seemed to me. A more than 10-year age gap can do that.

Mercy had, indeed, sent me transcripts, and audio, of some of her hotter integrations. They were really good and sexy, but I wasn’t really sure I could do the same. I had gotten the basic the idea of the banter, clarified by my practice session with Tobias. I would just have to relax and go with the flow. Going through the motions as Mercy had put it. At least that was the plan.

I had forgotten how handsome he was. His clean-shaven baby face was moisturized until it glowed. My prime suspect was baby lotion. Combined with his casual clothing style, a far cry from the Valentino suit he had worn on our date, reminded of Joe Orton.

It was a bit of a slow start. Dean was almost as nervous as I was. It was almost as if he was afraid of offending me, which was adorable in its own way. Eventually, we both found our footing and relaxed into it.

Dean’s cock came out where I could see it. They would have to crop the video in post if they ended up leaving it in at all. It wasn’t nearly as traumatizing as I thought it would be for either of us. Seeing how calm I was seemed to help him relax too, easing into stroking himself with me giving him verbal encouragement.

It really wasn’t his fault. He would have been told what we were doing as much as I was. He had none of the bravado or lack of self-awareness displayed by the first guy at the restaurant that Tobias had to knock out. While the whole thing was supposed to be sexy, I was mostly focused on trying to help him through it. Also hoping it would be the last one we would have to do.

Eventually, it got to my turn. Dean telling me everything he was doing to me trying to turn me on. To his credit he did start with a foot massage and pussy-licking. The effect was there but not nearly what it was with Tobias. I had just begun to do what Mercy had suggested, pretending to touch myself when sweet, lovely Tobias helped us both out.