Part 6 (2/2)

She smiled. ”Have you?”

Up close, she smelled hot and tangy. Body lotion and perfume and s.e.x. I hissed in a breath as her b.r.e.a.s.t.s touched mine for a heartbeat and then she stepped away.

”What about dressing them?” She opened a drawer in the vanity and removed a flesh-toned G-string. When she bent her knee and lifted her leg to slip the thin string over her ankle and draw it up her shapely calf, I could see the pale pink lips of her p.u.s.s.y and the s.h.i.+ne of excitement clinging to them. Then she lowered her leg and the vision was gone.

”I catch on quickly.”

”I'll bet you do.” CC slowly bent her opposite knee, her toes pointing downward as if she were a ballerina. She slipped the other side of the G-string over the arch of her foot, her fingertips caressing her skin as she slowly inched the string upward. My c.l.i.t jumped, and although I know I didn't move, she laughed. ”Are you ready?”

I sucked in a shaky breath. ”You're really beautiful.”

For a second, she looked surprised and almost shy. ”Thank you.”

I turned and lifted the first number she'd be wearing that evening and the only dress among the designer resort wear-a turquoise Sue Wong with halter top, beaded body and cut-away skirt that would open all the way up to that pale swatch of satin covering her p.u.s.s.y. I held the thin straps between my outstretched fingers as the dress swayed between us. ”Ready.”

She slipped the s.h.i.+mmering material over her head as I knelt with the high-heeled sandals I'd plucked from a row of them, each pair corresponding to an outfit. I couldn't help but flash on the image of Cinderella as CC slipped her foot into the sandal I cradled between my palms. Just as her foot slid home she leaned forward, her hand braced against the back of my shoulder, and eased her foot forward until her arch was crushed against my crotch. My cheek brushed her thigh just where the dress split, baring skin, and I let the corner of my mouth skim her flesh, so softly I doubted she could feel it.

”Sorry,” she murmured, ”I lost my balance for a second.”

If you keep rubbing your foot right there, I thought, subtly pus.h.i.+ng my hips forward until my c.l.i.t squeezed against her ankle through my shorts, I'm going to lose more than that.

”No problem,” I gasped. ”I enjoy being a footstool.”

She laughed, ran her toes along the seam of my shorts, and then pushed me away. I d.a.m.n near fell on my a.s.s, but it was hard to be angry with a beautiful woman for teasing your c.l.i.t.

”Go check the runway. Make sure the girls aren't too close.” She smoothed both hands up the inside of her thighs, over her belly, and cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The slightly dreamy expression on her face told me she liked the way her hands felt on her body. ”Sometimes they like to touch.”

”Don't blame them,” I said hoa.r.s.ely. ”Do you mind?”

CC smiled. ”Watching women watch me always makes me hot.”

”You must be hot all the time.”

”Mmm, you're right.”

I heard a faint swell of music. ”That's our cue. Let me check the stage.”

The place was standing room only, and the atmosphere was more like a nightclub than a fas.h.i.+on show. The huge room was almost dark. Colorful strobes slashed through the air in intersecting patterns, and three spotlights roamed over the runway in wide, swooping circles. The faces I could see all appeared eager, and I smelled s.e.x in the air. I ducked back into CC's dressing room.

”It looks like they're expecting you to take your clothes off.”

”The trick is to make them think I might.” She skimmed her fingers lightly along my fly as she eased by me and out of the room. Her voice floated back to me. ”Make sure the red two-piece is ready next.”

I stood with my mouth hanging open and my c.l.i.t jangling for a full minute, then I double-checked that the Shay Todd bathing suit was in easy reaching distance and hurried after her. I wanted to see her in action. I hung back in the shadows just inside the curtain that opened onto the runway and watched her saunter down the ramp, limbs loose and hips swiveling seductively. She took her time making it to the far end of the runway where it turned into a T. I could tell she was making eye contact with women in the crowd along the way from the smiles on their faces. Maybe some of them came to see the newest styles, but from the way they watched her walk, I was pretty sure most of them came to ogle the models. When she turned and started back, it seemed as if her eyes searched the dark beyond the open curtains where I stood, and I swear she saw me. Smiling fleetingly, she drew her fingers up the center of her body and touched her lips, as if tasting some secret only the two of us shared.

I watched her draw closer, my feet nailed to the floor, my stomach growing tighter and tighter with antic.i.p.ation. Then, to a round of hearty applause, she slipped between the folds of the curtain and joined me in the gloom backstage. The second model, obviously intent on her moment in the spotlight, pa.s.sed us without a glance.

”You're supposed to be in the dressing room,” CC whispered.

”I wanted to watch.”

CC stroked her fingers along the edge of my jaw, down my throat and between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. ”Did you enjoy it?”

”Yes. You're amazing.”

She hooked her fingers inside the waistband of my shorts and gave a little tug. ”Four minutes and counting.”

I jerked, as much from the realization that we had a timetable to keep as from the maddening pressure between my legs. ”I guess we should go then.”

She didn't wait for me, and I made it into the dressing room just in time to catch the dress as she pulled it over her head and tossed it in my direction. Then she slid the G-string off and threw that too. I caught it one-handed and slid it into my pocket. She caught the motion and her eyes widened.

”Souvenir?” she asked.

I quickly rehung the dress and took down the bathing suit. ”Underwear fetish,” I replied with a straight face and handed her the bottoms.

Laughing, she stepped into the minuscule bikini bottom. ”Pervert.” She turned to the mirror and checked her makeup. ”G.o.d, those lights are hot out there. Make sure you have a towel ready for the next change.”

”Okay.” Her body was already misted with a fine sheen of moisture. It made her skin glow, and I seriously doubted that anyone in the audience would mind watching beads of sweat trickle down her tight abdomen and pool in the shallow indentation of her belly b.u.t.ton. I had a quick flash of kneeling in front of her and dipping the tip of my tongue into that delicious...

”One minute,” CC whispered.

I caught a glimpse of her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s in the mirror. The shallow V between them was flushed, the way a woman's skin will get when she's aroused. CC lifted her arms, watching my reflection in the gla.s.s.

”You'd better finish dressing me, don't you think?”

I realized I still held the bikini top in my hand. It was really just a swatch of material that covered a tiny bit of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and tied in the back. No straps, no clasps, no much of anything at all. I stepped behind her, my eyes meeting hers in the mirror. I reached around her and stretched the thin fabric across her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, molding my fingers to the soft undersides, my thumbs just grazing her nipples. She caught her breath sharply and I felt her body twitch against me.

”Hold that up,” I instructed, my breath lifting the hair against the side of her neck, ”while I tie it in the back.” I kept my hands where they were until she reached for her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, our fingers gliding together as our hands changed places. I watched her unconsciously stroke her nipples as I tied the thin strand between her delicate shoulder blades. She leaned ever so slightly against me, the curve of her a.s.s fitting perfectly against my crotch. I wanted to slide one hand down her taut stomach and dip my fingers beneath the tiny triangle of red that covered the red-gold beneath. When I looked down to where my fingers ached to explore, I saw the faint bulge of her c.l.i.toris tent the tight fabric that barely spanned the width of her c.u.n.t.

”Thirty seconds,” I said. She still cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and her eyes were heavy-lidded as her gaze met mine in the mirror.

”Thank you.” Her voice was like warm whiskey, raw and intoxicating.

I stepped back and didn't touch her, because she had a show to do and I didn't trust myself to do more than look. I followed her out, watched her work the crowd, saw the l.u.s.t in women's eyes as they f.u.c.ked her in their minds. She didn't stop where I waited as she hurried backstage this time, and I rushed after her.

As soon as the door closed behind me, she practically tore off the suit. ”I don't want to sweat this up. Wipe me down, will you?”

”Personally, I think any of those women in the audience would pay big bucks for a bathing suit with a little bit of your sweat on it,” I said as I grabbed a soft hand towel and patted her neck and chest with it. ”h.e.l.l, some of them would probably pay to lick it off.”

She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, laughing softly. ”Maybe you can sell the towels later. Get my stomach and legs, too.”

It was easier to do it kneeling, so I did. I hoped she was watching die clock, because I wasn't. I was watching the way her b.r.e.a.s.t.s rose and fell with each slightly uneven breath and the ripple of muscles in her stomach as I brushed the towel over her skin. When the backs of my fingers grazed her mons, she moaned softly and s.h.i.+fted enough to open her legs. The s.h.i.+ning tip of her c.l.i.t protruded between the deep rose lips of her p.u.s.s.y. I pressed a knuckle very lightly to the swollen hood of her c.l.i.t.

”You're wet here, too.”

”I know,” she breathed. ”It always happens.”

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