Winter has spent the last couple of days practicing in them, and is starting to get the hang of her shoes. There will always be one of us nearby when her feet start to hurt to lift her just far enough off the ground for relief.
No one ever notices when we do this for Cassidy. She can look fabulous in her heels without the repercussions of sore feet. We also all tower over her despite her height, so we always vote that she should wear what makes her happiest.
“You both look gorgeous,” Abbott says, stealing them away from me to twirl them in a circle. Winter gasps but manages the turn well in her heels. “I guess we should go make an appearance.”
“We’re not late,” Cassidy admonishes him. “I paid attention to the time.”
“I wouldn’t mind being late to this,” Ansel grumbles as we head out to the car. “I dislike the schmoozing involved at these things.”
“I plan to dance with Bellamy, Cass, and Winter so I can avoid all that,” I say smugly. “Be like me.”
“Yes, almighty caveman,” Cassidy laughs. She sounds slightly self conscious, though she’s trying to hide it as she smooths down her gown over her hips.
I make sure everyone else gets into the car before I pull her against me while we continue standing on the sidewalk.
“We’re going to avoid the negative self-talk, Precious,” I remind her, kissing her red lips. Her hair is pulled into a low bun, and she’s giving off old Hollywood glam vibes.
She’s fucking perfect, and I need to remind her of this.
“If I’m a very good boy, maybe I’ll corner you at the event so I can hide under your dress,” I murmur, rubbing my cheek gently against hers.
“Shouldn’t that be the other way around? Turning me on is bad,” she whimpers. “I can’t wear panties with this dress.”
“Best news I’ve heard all night. I love easy access, Precious,” I murmur. “My reward is your cum on my tongue. Also, your mother could rival Nina’s for Bitch of the Year.”
“Well, only one is still standing,” she says, shrugging.
“For now,” I grunt. “I still hate her.”
“We aren’t making my mother disappear,” she says with a smile. “I am looking forward to the public orgasm later though.”
“Whatever you want, Precious,” I promise, helping her into the car.
I keep my promises. Charity, helping others, and getting a mouthful of her cum later. This party might not suck after all.
Getting into the passenger seat, I smirk at Abbott as he rolls his eyes.
“Buckle up, Casanova,” he murmurs, putting the car into drive to pull out.
“Yes, oh great Alpha Daddy,” I tease him, doing as he asked.
“God, you’re looking to be fucked at this thing, aren’t you?”
“Is that an option?” Bellamy asks, making me laugh.
“The only way to get through these things is to see how many dark corners of the art museum we can christen,” Ansel grumbles.
“Well, maybe this thing won’t be so boring,” Bellamy says blandly.
Fuck, I can’t tell if he’s playing along or serious. The cameras in the house picked up the midnight sex he and Ansel had. Abbott and I watched it while jacking off, and then I wiped it from the camera and put it into an encrypted folder on my computer.
I don’t want that getting into the wrong hands, after all. I’m just happy Bellamy is finding his way with us. We all know that their heats will probably end up syncing very soon.
We need to make sure he’s prepared and not afraid of us. One step at a time is all we can encourage.
“We should make sure there’s an easy exit,” Cassidy murmurs.
“Henri is pretending to be valet tonight,” Ansel says. “He’ll make sure we get out when we need to.”
