Callback.

The week drifts lazily by under the hot, summer sun. Lazy mornings, tangled limbs with Vi, lunches with Sai and heavy gym sessions. My skin crawls with excitement as the weekend approaches. Vi’s head rests on my lap the night before.

“I feel… So much more nervous this time.”

I gently stroke her head. “Babe, you’ve got this. You’re hot as hell. You know how to pose, and god knows you know how to be a teasing slut.”
She rolls her eyes, but I see her biting on her thumb nervously.
“Babe. I’m serious. You got this. I know you’ll know what to do in the moment, push the boundaries. Show them what you've got going on. Make sure they can’t say no.”

She removes her thumb, and I feel her body lighten. I see the edges of a smile as she settles in a bit more.

–

Her text comes in the evening. A few sporadic updates here and there.
“On the way home, babe! Ari picked me up, she says hi!”
I doubt that’s all she said, I smirk.
“Nice! So? How did it go!!?”
Her text bubble appears for a few seconds before her message appears.
“I took your advice. I felt nervous. But I knew I had to push….”
“Oh yeah? You give him a special extra show? Maybe let him help you get changed? Hehe”
“No, no…. But I chose… the more ‘fun’ outfits ;)”

“Surely you’re showing me, not just leaving me to my imagination?”
“Maybe I should keep it to myself… Give you a reason to get pent up and punish me ;)”
“Sounds like the best punishment would be to leave you unsatisfied and go fuck Ari instead.”
“RELAAAAAX :’D”
She sends through the first image and my grip tightens around the phone. Holy fuck. She looks unreal.

I knew I told her to play it fast and loose and push the boundaries, but I didn’t expect the first set to be themed like this. Unbuttoned shirt, tight skirt, plastic devil horns. I don’t really understand what the theme or what she’s selling here possibly could be, but it is hot all the same.

“Fuuuuck, babe! Proud of you for pushing it!”

“That’s not even the furthest I went…”
My phone buzzes as the next image comes through.
She wasn’t fucking kidding.

Brown leather couch, with a black leather outfit. Gloves, thigh highs.. Fuck. Is she… Drooling? God. I hope she kept this outfit, fucking her while wearing this…

“Wow. You are fucking unreal. How did ol mate react to that fit?”
“He couldn’t take his eyes off me; he just stood there quietly when I walked out. It made me nervous, lowkey. But I saw him smile a little and then adjust his pants when he turned around to ‘fix the lighting’ hehe.”
“Did he let you keep that one?”
“Why do you ask? ;)”

She replies before I type out a response to her teasing.
“Nah he didn’t. I was a bit sad about that one.”
“Lame.”
“Hehe”
“Now this one, babe… I’d hardly call it an outfit…”

Well. She’s not wrong. I gently palm my shorts as I look at the photo. She’s wearing a bra and stockings. Is the bra boring? Yes. A part of me wishes she had just got her tits out for the photo. I cock my head, she’s not wearing panties though… Does that mean Blake got a slip? Is this her way of working up to more nudity or even partial nudity… Does this count as nudity?

“Did you have anything on between your legs there, babe?”
…
“I didn’t… I walked out with a towel around me and then got onto the bed and took it off”
“Didn’t feel like giving him a quick look.”
“Well….”
That’s what I’m talking about. Go on babe.”

“I forgot that I wasn’t wearing anything… After he took the photo, I got up and he got a full view of…. My pussy.”
God damn.
“It was so…. Fucking, hot Erik.”
I shudder.
“I was so wet, he just stared, he asked if I was posing for him again”

“What’d you say?”
“Nothing! I grabbed the towel and went back and got changed! WE chatted for a bit after, he didn't say anything about it and then Ari picked me up”
“Maybe next time ;)
“Erik!”