City pulses outside my car window. Horns blare. Adrenaline surges. Today’s no ordinary day. Heading to her place for a nude pose. Friend set it up. She’s hunting a model. I said yes fast. Her image haunts me. Blonde, short hair, curvy, thin lips. Not my type. But pull is electric. Heart races as I park.
Black lace lingerie hugs me tight. Sheer bra, thong, garters, stockings. Short black dress clings. Mirror check: hands roam my curves, imagining hers. Drive amps the fantasy. Her eyes devouring me stripping. First time a woman’s got me this wet. Hope it’s mutual.
The Mutation
Knock. Door swings. She smiles. White blouse sheer, unbuttoned low. Cleavage taunts. My stare lingers. She notices. I flush. Cheek kiss—lips brush too close. Urge to claim her mouth hits hard. Hold back. Don’t scare her.
Small talk. Into her bedroom studio. Eyes lock on her leather pants. Ass sways perfect. Bite my lip. She turns. I drop the dress. Eyes meet. Hunger in hers. I step close. Hand on cheek. Breath mingles. Blue eyes consent. Lips crash. Soft at first. Then tongues duel. Piercings clash. Fire ignites.
The Exploit
She unhooks my bra. It falls. Gazes my tits. Unclips garters, rolls stockings down slow. Fingers trail fire. Kiss her fierce. She stops, slides thong off. “Lie on the bed.”
Obey. Back on satin pillow. One knee up. Hand cups breast. Her eyes rake me. Sketchpad scratches. Fifteen minutes. Mutual stare-down. Her cleavage heaves. Lips purse—lust or focus? Body buzzes. Power builds. Mask cracks.
Done. She nears with sketch. I rise, grab pad, toss it. Kneel. Pull her in. Kiss devours. Buttons fly. Blouse drops. Corset black-pink lace. Hands claim curves. Untie it. Nipples harden. Tongue flicks. She moans. Control mine now.