Garage house party: Collection

Vi truly has the itch at the moment. It feels like it’s been so long; holding back as punishment for Erik seems to be a punishment, though, to a lesser extent for herself as well. It’s not like she’s had NO fun. Brandon had given her a small window to get some sexual frustration out when he massaged her the other day. But that was as far as it went. She saw Heidi approaching Erik at the last second and aborted the fun she was about to have with Brandon.

She sighs. “Why did I do that?” She groans, throwing herself back on her bed. She checks the time and sits up; she has to be careful not to nap. She could’ve let loose a little more, sucked him off, felt the weight of his cock on her tongue, or between her tits. She reached down and pressed them gently. Maybe she needs to slow down, for her own sake, she thinks, her breasts tender to the touch, screaming at her for some release.

She sighs, forcing herself to stand up, stretching her shoulders side to side.

“I wonder if Blake is willing to change the theme of the shoot tomorrow… Maybe not… Actual sex acts… but…”

She’s conflicted. She shouldn’t want to do this; she shouldn’t be so, so damn hungry for it.

She fiddles with her phone. This relationship is for her too, and she wants to have some fun too. She nibbles on her lower lip and drafts an email to Blake, floating the idea of changing the theme of the shoot to something with a bit more… Well. Blake.

Just before hitting send, though, she thinks it may be best to communicate with Erik. Sure. The punishment is inflicted entirely from her side of. But it may be important to check with the love of her life, because there’s a chance that he’s genuinely grateful for the chance to ‘catch up’.

She bites her lower lip, the line ringing, hoping that Erik will be fine with it.

“Hey, Vi! You all good? You never call.” His voice comes through the speaker.

“Yeah… Uhm, I just had a thought about my shoot tomorrow.”

‘Oh yeah? You want to switch it up or drop it or something?”

“I was thinking of changing it up. It’s been a bit since I’ve had some fun, and I want to let loose.”

She’s nervous for some reason she can’t explain. The pause before his response only adds to that.

“Yeah. That’s fine. Erik responds. “I don't think you should limit yourself because of me… Don’t let me hold you back.”

“Babe. Don’t be dumb. You’re not holding me back. I just… I just want you to have fun too.”

“Babe, it’s so fun for me. To see you have that fun… To see you get… Well, you know.”

She chuckles. “Well. If you want me to do that more… You know what to do. Tick-tock. This is so I can get a little taste again, for my own benefit. Hmm. Maybe I won't even show you the collection until you get a move on with Heidi.”

“Babe…”

“I’m going to call Blake now. Bye, my little cucky.”

She hangs up on him. The thrill is absolutely tantalising, her face flushed red, the sharp intake of breath that came through the receiver sending a playful but still sadistic thrill down her spine.

Of course she was never going to keep the promise not to show him the collection; it would have been a step too far.

She enters the studio, grinning ear to ear. “Blakey!”

He looks up from his laptop, less than impressed. He shakes his head, starting to type something again. “You may be a luxury model, but don’t call me that.”

“Naw.” She whines, looking at the set. “Oh, this was Nora’s shoot, right?”

He looks up. “It’s irrational that it annoys me that you all share your details.” He shakes his head. “But yes, originally it was. But she’s got COVID or something. So Winona filled in.”

Vi’s eyes widen, looking up to the lounge. “So… Winona is in there?”

He nods.

It’s just like Ophelia, the feeling flowing through her at the moment; she stares at the door to the lounge, rubbing her thumb against her finger—that mixture of fear and lust. Winona is somehow less intense than Ophelia, but only because Ophelia has a position of power over her; Winona doesn’t—she’s a colleague, if anything.

“Vi.”

She looks at Blake.

“As much as I’m looking forward to our shoot. You standing over me like that creeps me out. Go to the lounge; you’ll be notified when there are 5 minutes until the shoot. The outfit is fairly simple.”

“Right. Sorry.”

He nods. “Oh, I should mention. Winona’s girlfriend is in there.”

Girlfriend?

Right. She’s married to a man. But has a girlfriend. It’s a full-blown polycule.

She opens the door to the lounge.

Winona leans across the couch, her arm around the back of the blue haired woman, squeezing her breast, the soft sounds of lips mashed together filling the room as the latter woman sits spread legged, her hand own her own thigh as she greedily returns the kiss. Winona’s moans are low and guttural, the two women seemingly fighting for dominance with their lips. The blue haired woman opens an eye and spots Vi staring at them from the dorm, a slight sneer finds her face as she gently puts a hand on Winona’s shoulder.

She pulls away, a slight smirk on her face. “I told you we stayed too long, babe.”

Winona turns, looking Vi up and down. “It’s just Vi. Who cares. C’mere.” She says softly, cupping the woman's face.

But the woman pulls away, giving Winona a sly look. Winona sighs and leans back on the back of the couch, those intense eyes moving toward Vi. “You’re late.”

“Winona.” The woman chastises. “How about a thank you instead. How often do we get time alone in this nice room? Remember who's the one that begs me to come with you to these shoots of yours.”

‘What? Surely that’s not the dynamic? Winona!?’

Winona turns slightly, narrowed eyes turning to the woman next to her; she sighs, peering at Vi. “Thank you. Vi.”

The woman chuckles, running a finger on Winona’s collarbone. “Are you going to introduce me?”

Winona nods, stands up, takes the woman's hand, and walks her toward Vi.

‘What the fuck?’

“Vi.” Winona says, holding the woman's hand out toward Vi. “This is my girlfriend.” the overhead lights betray a soft metallic shimmer on the wedding ring on Winona’s finger. “Francine.”

Francine holds her hand out toward Vi. Not for a handshake, however. Vi leans forward, taking her hand and kissing her knuckle.

‘I may be a massive simp for strong women.’

“Hmm. You’re cute. Call me Fran. I insist.” She smiles softly. Turning to Winona. “Didn’t realise you were keeping such a delicious meal hidden from me.”

“To be fair.” Vi interjects, getting sultry looks from both the tall women. “I’ve only met Winona in person one time.”

“Is that true, honey?” Fran asks, her hand resting on Winona’s abdomen.

Winona’s lip twitches. “Yeah. Only once, really.”

Fran giggles, leaning into her ear. “I forgive you then.” She turns to Vi, the smallest of smirks on her lips.

“Sit down. Vi.”

So she does. Because. She’s weak.

Winona and Fran sit down across from her, Winona leaning back, putting her arms on the back of the couch. Fran leans forward, putting an elbow on her knee. “Tell me about yourself.”

Vi thinks for a moment. She has no idea how to answer this. These women's stares show her true fear of God.

“Uhm… I’m in Uni. Studying marketing. I have a boyfriend. I’m a cheerleader, well, budding. I moved here for uni…”

“Boyfriend?” Fran asks. Winona suddenly looks a little more interested, her gaze settling on Vi rather than onto a random spot on the wall.

Fran turns to Winona. “Boyfriend.”

Winona leans forward. “And he’s okay with this. Don’t you have the bar theme today?”

Vi nods. Her eyes darting to Winona’s ring finger. Winona smirks. “Yes. I’m married. But obviously.” She uses the same ringed hand to interlock with Frans. “But my husband and I are in a polycule. He has a girlfriend in Spain. I have a girlfriend here.”

“This career doesn’t really mesh well with typical monogamous relationships,” Winona says, Fran chuckling beside her.

“Are you trying to scare her?” Fran asks sensually, her hand resting on the crest of Winona’s cleavage.

“Don’t want to beat around the bush.” She replies.

“We’re open… To an extent.”

Winona chuckles. “To an extent. I guess we’ll see if that works out for you.”

“Winny.”

‘WINNY!?’

“Don’t be mean. Use your words.”

Winona inhales. “What I mean is, if you’re going to be open, you need to make sure that you’re open.” She studies her. “You can have your limits, of course. Your boundaries, rules, whatever you want to call them. But when does that end? Graduation? Kids? Marriage?”

Fran chuckles. “What my ice lady is trying to say. We don’t know your relationship. Just make sure that you’ve considered everything if you’re going to keep modelling.”

Fran smirks. “Perhaps you could do this together.” She turns to Winona. “Maybe you can do a collection with her boyfriend.”

Winona’s face doesn’t change. She peers at Vi. “Text me when you have the details for your next shoot. Bring him around.” A rare smile crosses her face. “From what I’ve heard about you. Maybe you made a good choice in your man.”

‘What the fuck just happened? They didn’t even ask me for a picture of Erik or anything!?’

Caught your eye at the bar, did I?

You like what you see? Well, I don’t… Yet.

Oh… I do like what I see after all

Go on… Slide it in… it’s a good angle isn’t it?