Tight dress, a bit less.

"Okay. He asked me if I was comfortable with a few more outfits. I was super unsure at first but I decided fuck it! I needed to swallow my nerves and grab this opportunity with both hands!"

"Are you sure you were fine with it? He wasn't being creepy or pushing you at all?"

"No, not at all! He was happy with what we had and he said he would review it and be in touch. I asked if he had more fits for me to try, and then he asked me!"

Ding.

"I could make this a career, Erik! I'm super comfortable and the dress I wore isn't even anything toooo crazy."

My phone vibrates in my hand and the image loads i****n. She's not... wrong, it's nothing crazy, but it's undeniably hot. A generous amount of cleavage and incredibly form-fitting. The dress is... short. I can't help but wonder what kind of positions he had her pose in... It looks like it'll easily rise up her legs. Did she bend over for him? Her face though... she knows what she's doing. She's teasing me. She knows every single thought that popped into my head when she sent me this selfie—how could she not? How provocative was she? Did she take risks? She's already saying how she swallowed her nerves. Did she overdo it? Did she subliminally try and seduce him? Have I turned her into a real slut and she's not even aware? Did she get—

I'm spiraling. I take another look at the photo and just enjoy the hotness of my girlfriend for the time being.

"You look so fucking hot! Did he let you keep that one? You could totally wear that on a night out!"

"No :( It seems like anything that can be reused isn't given away."

"He let me keep this one though, since it's a bit more... close and personal."

Oh fuck.

Dark green lingerie that contrasts her hair so perfectly, her back turned. I have no idea what the front possibly looks like. Her hands on her own ass, presenting it to the camera. No doubt in the same way she presented it to Blake. Thin panty straps, full with a garter belt. Her sly smile. She definitely knows where my head is at, and I have no doubt she will prove it.

"Thoughts? ;)"

"Fucking hell. I'm so hard right now."

"Good.... u and Blake had that in common."

I close my eyes and breathe heavily. I truly have no idea if she is being serious.

"He said I looked 'hot respectfully' hehe."

"tbh, it was really fun, his eyes on me and knowing that he just has those photos of me on his hard drive, available to him at all times... I hope he calls me back hehe."

She's going to be the **** of me. I hope to God I can see these photos someday, but unless Vi gets them, I might be shit out of luck.

"I have a very important question, Erik."

My chest thumps violently.

"Blake was the first person to see me in this lingerie... It's very sexy, right? Do you want to be the second person to see me wearing it? Or the third?"

My mind goes blank. I reply with submissive instinct, the fantasy playing darkly in my mind as I tap tap a simple answer.

"Third."

"I knew it. It will please you to know that I sent that to Max then."

My body is so cold, my dick is so hard, my hand lazily wrapped around it, slowly stroking. I close my eyes and imagine it... Vi wearing that in front of Max, straddling him, letting him feel it underneath his fingers...

"Anyway, we're wrapping up. Few more photos with the lingerie now. I'll call you when I'm on my way out."

I expected, what? A call from her in half an hour? Maybe an hour? So why am I sitting on my couch, dick still in hand, 2 hours later and she has yet to call me? I stroke... Is she? With... Blake?