The tailor

You're starting to get excited about the fundraiser, looking up online from the information Abby gave you to see if you can find out who's going to be attending. You're surprised to see your face on the home page of the charity's website, naming you as their top donor, followed by several notable CEOs, presidents of banks, and other rich people. They're almost all old men, a club you guess Nigel would have belonged to. However, there's no mention of the female athletes that will be attending, and while that's disappointing, it gives you the flexibility to start looking some up online, already starting to fantasize about them.

You could have any of these accomplished women easily with the power of your ring, but you decide that for now, you want to see if you can do things Nigel's way. After all, he had succeeded for years while keeping a low profile yet amassing a stunning harem in his estate.

The tailor arrives shortly. You know that because you can hear her vehicle pulling up in front of the mansion, and you peer out the window. You see a nice RV, which you guess must be the home to her mobile tailor shop. Once the RV is parked, a beautiful Cuban woman exits from the driver side. She has long, curly brown hair that goes with her lightly tanned skin, and she's wearing a loose fitting red sun dress, although it does little to hide her curves. She looks like a tango dancer, you think, waiting for her to knock on the door before going to answer it.

"Camila?" you ask.

"Yes! Hi, Mister Colins. Abby called. She said you need a tux for tonight?"

"Yup. You got here fast."

"Oh, I don't have many clients. My suits are for high end customers like yourself and Nigel, so I'm usually just waiting for a call. Please, step into my office," she motions at the RV with a smile. You follow her, admiring how her ass sways from side to side as she walks. It's almost like she's inviting you to stare as it, which you're such many men do wherever she goes. Camila is all business once you get inside, asking you to stand still while she takes your measurements with a tape. She's thorough, running her hands and the tape all over your body. When she measures your crotch, the back of her hand accidentally brushes against your the growing bulge in your pants and you see her cheeks redden, looking down to avoid eye contact.

You grin, wondering if Abby was right about how innocent Camila is. It seems impossible in this day and age for such a pretty woman to be celibate. You're tempted to find out, but you also remember Abby's words of caution, plus you'll be going to the fundraiser soon. And even if you strike out there, there's an entire estate full of women who would do anything you want. At that moment, you're thinking about Allison and her taunt body from earlier and how you wanted to bang her before being interrupted.

"Mister Colins. I think I have all I need. I'll start working on it now and you can have it in a couple of hours. I'll come get you for the fitting later?" Camila says, standing back up and finally looking you in the eye.

"Okay," you say with a smile, then you leave her work space and head back into the estate, going up to your room to take a nap. You easily fall asleep, exhausted from the earlier workout, and you don't wake up again until you hear a knock on your door.