Since it was one of the luxurious lingerie brands, it had a private trial room for customers who were willing to spend ten grand a day.And lucky for Katie (and Dylan junior,) I was in a mood to punish—I mean,cherishKatie trying on all the lingerie I had picked out for her, giving me my own strip show.
To be fair, I knew ten grand wasn’t enough to have such an honor by Katie, but it would suffice.
“Let’s go.”I held her hand and took her upstairs.The trial room was dimmed in pink and red lighting with scented candles flickering softly.A mirror leaned against the wall beside a curtained changing area.There was also a tissue box sitting conveniently on the table.
Well, we all knew exactly why it was there.
I sank onto the plush couch, spreading my legs, and dropped the lingerie onto the table in front of me.
“Go on,” I said.“I’ll be a good boy and let you pick your favorite to start with.”
“I’m not?—”
I tutted her.“I thought you hired me so you could learn everything about seduction and woo John.”
“Justin,” she corrected, her voice flat.
“Same thing.”I waved her off and smirked.“If you wear sexy lingerie under any clothes, I’m sure you’d feel more confident in your approach.”
My pulse quickened when she slowly ran her fingers through the lacy bras and thongs, murmuring, “I’m not giving you a free show.”
A low throb pulsed in my pants.I clenched my hand.“Who said it’s for free?”I said.“I’ll pay for it.”
“Dylan…” She started, her voice firm.“You’re younger than me.I can’t let you pay for my lingerie.”
“Hush, darling.I think men should buy heels and lingerie for their… dates.”I shrugged.“I’ll call it a business expense.”I didn’t care if my accountant called me insane for splurging.I’d pay millions if not billions to see Katie Martinez give me my lingerie show.
“You’re so stubborn,” she said, shaking her head.After a few seconds of heavy silence, she finally sighed in surrender.“Don’t tell Amanda.”
“What?That her shy, virgin best friend gave me one of the hottest lingerie shows ever?”I teased.
She threw a delicate thong at my face, making me chuckle.“About how you paid for everything,” she said, stomping toward the small changing space.
I glanced at the thong in my hand and smirked.Maybe I should buy her fifty more if I were going to add them to my stash…
But all those thoughts vanished when her head poked out of the curtain, her cheeks flushed.
“What?”I said, itching to see more of her.“Come on out.”
“It’s not…” she stammered.“I don’t like it.”
I frowned, leaning forward, elbows resting on my knees.“What?Is it itchy?Are the tags rubbing you the wrong way?”
But I only picked out the one that had the softest and most comfortable material without any name tags.I knew she had very sensitive skin, so even a tiny tag would make her uncomfortable for hours.
“No, it’s just…”
“Come on out, Katie,” I coaxed, my voice lower now, thick with anticipation.
She hesitated, then sighed.“Fine… but close your eyes first.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I sighed and obeyed with my hands covering my eyes.
I heard the soft pads of her feet on the floor and anticipation burned through me.My mouth watering and ready to see her naked—almostnaked.
“Y-you can open them n-now,” she mumbled, her soft voice echoing in the small space.
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