Goddesses and Secrets (Emily’s POV)

Kate pulled me into a hug the moment I stepped off the elevator, her body pressing against mine; soft curves meeting firm muscle, her full breasts molding to me through the thin silk of her robe. The contact sent an unexpected spark through me, warm and electric. She smelled like expensive vanilla and something darker, more sensual, I wondered if it was her actual body I was smelling, her perfume.

She drew back, holding me at arm’s length, eyes roaming over me with open appreciation.

“And you must be Emily,” she said, voice smooth and confident.

She was the first model I’d ever met in person, the first I’d watch Joe shoot live. Iris had told me Kate insisted I be there, but I knew Joe had a hand in it too. My cheeks burned. “Iris told me so much about you.”

“Really,” I managed, feeling suddenly small next to her.

Kate’s smile was warm, genuine, but there was a playful glint in her eye as she shot Iris a mock glare. “Only she didn’t tell me how beautiful you were.”

I blushed harder. God, she’s gorgeous, I thought, suddenly feeling like a peasant in the presence of a goddess. Tall, flawless skin, those legendary curves barely contained by the robe; everything about her radiated effortless sex appeal.

Iris shifted beside me, cheeks pink, thighs pressed tightly together. I recognized that look. The last time I’d seen it was years ago, over wine, when she confessed; half mortified, half breathless; about accidentally walking in on Joe in his office shower. She’d fanned herself dramatically as she described it, voice dropping to a whisper when she got to the part about seeing his cock, she started to stammer incoherently.

It was cute; I’d teased her mercilessly: “Trust me, that wasn’t even half-mast.”

Iris had laughed, but her eyes had lingered on the memory. And now here she was, flushed and fidgety again.

Iris was just as stunning as any model Joe had ever shot; though she’d never admit it; sharp features, a killer body, that quiet confidence that made heads turn. Joe loved her like family; I loved her like a sister… but not quite. She was more. Closer. Trusted in ways no one else was.

I’d kept her shower secret all these years, never wanting her to feel awkward around Joe; or me. But lately… something had shifted. Joe’s sketches of Kate and the Hustler girls had stirred things in me I’d never voiced. The idea of him with other women had always been a private fantasy, tucked away in the dark corners of my mind. Watching him take someone else while I watched encouraging; or joined; had lived rent-free in my head for longer than I cared to admit.

Today proved he could handle it. The way he’d fucked me earlier; longer, harder, more times than ever before; had left me boneless, sore in the best way, walking with a telltale sway I couldn’t hide. He’d ruined me for hours, and I’d loved every second.

If I ever let anyone into our bed… into our lives… Iris was the first I’d invite.

For now, though, I pushed the thought down and focused on the moment. Kate tugged me toward the dressing area, excitement bubbling.

“Come on, let’s get you into something gorgeous.”

I glanced back at Iris, catching her eyes for a second. She smiled, but there was something else there; heat, maybe. Need.

I couldn’t wait to try on outfits with her and Kate, to see Iris’s tight, perfect body again in the mirror beside me… and to find out just how spot-on Joe’s drawings of Kate really were.

Tonight was going to be unforgettable.