A Man's Touch

"I've done enough research to be confident in your skills," you explain. "In fact, you erased any of my doubts on that matter tonight. However, I'm still not sure about your commitment. Will you be able to honor every part of our deal? Specifically, the parts you've shown resistance to. That is what I want to know before we move forward."

"What do you want me to do?" Madeline was once again tensing up, a natural reaction you supposed. "I still haven't agreed to anything yet, mind you."

"Oh, not very much," you reply. "Just a dip into the shallow end. To prove your devotion, you are going to lift your shirt for me... and allow me to touch your chest."

The brunette bristled at your request. As a gay woman, you were sure she had developed a flight or fight response to unwanted male advances. In her case, you imagined it tended more to the fight side of things. Yet here she was, trapped between a rock and a hard place. Everything she wanted on one hand... everything she hated on the other.

"I suppose it could be worse," she replied, speaking more to herself than you. Nodding her head, she acquiesced. "Alright, I accept. Let's do this."

Grabbing the hem of her borrowed shirt, she raised it up halfway. She wavered for a moment, hyper aware of your hungry gaze. However, after a few whispered words to herself, she continued the rest of the way. As the shirt gathered around her collarbone, her tits bounced back into view. Even though you had gotten quite the look back in the bedroom, this felt different. Before there had been a girl present, a way to justify her nudity. Now it was completely and unequivocally for a man... for you!

"Hold it right there," you softly command, standing up from your seat. You slowly made your way around her kitchen table, getting nearer and nearer to your prize. Madeline dutifully kept her shirt raised, though you could see her apprehension mounting. You came to a stop behind her, so at least she would not have to watch you do it. Reaching under her arms, you brought a hand to each of her breasts.

She exhaled sharply as your made contact... but did nothing to stop you. She was completely silent as you began to grope her chest. Her tits were lovely, perfect firm handfuls that you could knead and massage. Your fingers ran back and forth across her nipples, which were hard in the cold air of the apartment. You even took one between your fingers, pinching and playing with it.

You did not overstay your welcome, though. Unlike your other acquisitions, you had no intention of breaking Madeline's resistance. With one final squeeze, you released her breasts and took a step back. She quickly covered herself back up, turning around in her chair to face you. She seemed uncomfortable... but not furious.

"So... what are you thinking?" You ask, genuinely curious.

"I think I'm definitely a lesbian," she joked, her eyes staying serious. "But... yeah. It was alright. I think... I think I can live with this."

"Very good, Madeline. I'm glad!" With that, you got to searching for your missing articles of clothes.

As you assembled them, the brunette stood up. "You aren't spending the night?"

"No, I really should be getting back to the manor," you reply, getting fully dressed. "Besides, I think you deserve a reward. Jane seems like the kind of girl to enjoy some morning fun. She's all yours."

"How sweet of you," Madeline giggled, though the laughter soon faded. "But seriously... thank you, James. This really is an amazing opportunity. Despite the reservations I still have... I do appreciate the offer. This could change my life!"

Now fully dressed, you made for the door. "You're very welcome, Madeline. I'm sure this arrangement will make us both very happy. Good night... and see you soon!"

With that, you exited the small studio Madeline called home. Upon reaching your car, though, you quickly realized that you were much too drunk to drive. You had a back up plan, though. Calling an Uber, you had yourself brought to Lily's apartment. Still possessing the key, you were able to let yourself in.

Finding the flat pretty much just how you'd left it, you navigate to the bedroom. Fortunately, you remember to set an early alarm before lying down. You are asleep almost as soon as you hit the pillow, drifting into a deep and dreamless slumber.