“Oh please, I’ve seen your dick.”
“So have I,” Myra says.
“Me too,” says Emmy.
Naz crosses his arms and stares at all of us with narrowed eyes. He’s silent for nearly ten whole seconds before he says, “You’re all a bunch of assholes,” and moves on. He looks at Emmy and pumps his eyebrows. “What kind of secret are you keeping from Daddy Blake?”
“I’m not keeping any secrets!”
“Is it that you want his dick? Because you’re right, it’s not a secret.”
Emmy gapes and nearly drops the pants. Myra catches them and pats her assistant’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, honey, he’s too oblivious to realize.”
She passes the pants to me. “Alright, let’s see how they look.”
I’m determined to let Myra enjoy this moment and try to act normal. Despite my shitty mood, the banter, and getting to try on badass, sexy-as-fuck pants does help me feel a little lighter. Especially since I get to drop my underwear and show everyone my ass while I slip them on.
Myra walks over once I get everything tucked away and makes some adjustments to the belt before stepping back. “Not bad,” she says. “I wouldn’t do any sort of jumping around, and watch yourself whenever you have to get up and down, but they look damn good. Do you want to put the boots on before you take a look?”
Emmy passes me a pair of socks and the boots before I can even nod, and I slip them on. Myra was right about being careful about which way I move, because my junk is definitely in danger of making an escape.
I turn and walk towards the standing mirrors that have been set up and give Myra an appreciative nod in the reflection.
The pants are a soft leather, tight fitted from my hips to just below my knees, where they flare into a bootcut leg. The fit alone is sinful, hugging every centimeter of my body and leaving nothing to the imagination. The fun feature of the pants thatmakes them so daring, though, is how the front dips into a deep V shape. On the woman who originally modeled this design, the tip of the V came down so far, she wasthis closeto showing lip cleavage. Myra modified them somewhat to allow for my dick to be contained, but the hem is barely concealing the base of my cock. I have to tuck my dick down one leg to keep it secure, and the imprint is clear as day. There’s a thin belt made of the same leather that goes around the waist where the hem would be, creating a sort of triangular cutout. The belt gives a subtle bondage feel to the pants and accentuates the plunging waistline. My boots are heeled shitkickers, which elongate the legs and lift my ass.
“These are the best pants I’ve ever worn,” I say. “Can I keep them?”
Sometimes the clothes for photoshoots are loaned, but custom pieces are sometimes gifted or sold. Myra had to customize these to accommodate my bare dick fitting inside, so I’m hopeful I’ll get to take these home.
“There’s a good chance you could, but I’ll check with the designer.”
“Thanks, Myra.” I give her a genuine smile. “You killed it, as usual.”
“Where the fuck else would you wear those?” Naz asks.
I shrug. “If I do a tuck and tape, do you think I could wear them on stage?”
“With the right tape–” Myra starts.
“Absolutely not,” Blake cuts in, barely looking up from his phone to give me a cursory once-over. He blinks and shakes hishead, but he knows these photos are going to be fire. Normally I’d make a snarky comment or ask if he wants to try them on. Which would be hilarious, since he’s such a buttoned-up stiff, but he’s my least favorite person right now.
“Go away, you’re bumming me out.”
“I said I was sorry,” he exclaims. “And I was sincere. I am sincere. I’m genuinely sorry.”
“Sorry means fuck-all if he doesn’t come back.”
Blake drops his arms, defeated. “What can I do to make it up to you?”
“Whatever it takes to keep him,” I say seriously.
Naz looks confused. Myra and Emmy are looking at me with pitying expressions.
“If I can help, I will. If it means that much to you.”
Rolling my eyes, because I’m a sucker and too easy, I cross my arms. “You could also… put on the pants and helicopter dick for thirty seconds.”
Myra’s hands come up to her face. Naz snorts. Emmy blushes when I give him a wink.
