Simmering Anticipation (Iris’s POV)

The limo ride felt like an eternity; an exquisite, torturous endurance test in self-control. Joe and Emily sat across from me, trying; and failing; to keep their hands to themselves. His lips brushed her neck, drawing soft giggles from her as his hand slid slowly up her knee, fingers tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh. Every touch, every whispered word between them, sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my core. My pussy throbbed, growing slicker by the second, panties clinging uncomfortably.

I imagined myself squeezed between them; Joe’s mouth on my neck, hot and possessive, Emily’s lips grazing my ear, her breath teasing as her hand joined his; both sliding higher up my thighs, brushing the damp lace of my panties. Emily’s voice purring low, filthy: “I can’t wait to watch him fuck you raw, Iris… stretch that tight little pussy, fill you with his hot, thick cum.”

I pressed my legs together hard, trying to ease the ache, but it only made me wetter. My nails dug into the door panel without realizing, leaving faint crescent marks in the leather as the fantasy gripped me tighter. God, I want them to worship me like he did her; pin me down, devour me, ruin me.

But watching them so stupidly, perfectly in love made my heart swell too. Tonight was about them; Joe was asking for her hand, a moment I’d helped orchestrate. I had to shove this sudden, overwhelming resurgence of desire down deep, lock it away.

The limo glided to a stop outside a sleek five-story building. Joe and Emily hopped out, hands still tangled, laughing like teenagers. I followed a beat later, smoothing my skirt, hoping the flush on my cheeks passed for excitement about the outfits.

Fuck, I thought, pulse still racing. I’m gonna need another cold shower before dinner.

Kate was waiting as the elevator doors slid open on the top floor, her smile radiant. She wore a simple silk robe that did absolutely nothing to hide the voluptuous curves beneath; full breasts straining the fabric, hips swaying with every step. My mind flashed back to that first meeting in Joe’s office. I always screened clients beforehand to keep his creativity spontaneous, but Kate had been a surprise in every way. Joe’s sketches of her body had been eerily accurate, even without seeing her nude; even though those selfies she’d provided left little to the imagination, and Joe’s imagination was limitless. But that vial… the one he drew shaped like her pussy. From the look on Kate’s face when he revealed it, he’d nailed it perfectly. She hadn’t been angry, or shocked; if anything, her eyes had darkened with excitement.

Kate’s hug snapped me back to the present, her body pressing against mine; soft, warm, scented with something expensive and intoxicating. “I’m so excited to show you the outfits for tonight,” she said, voice bright.

She moved to Emily next, grabbing her hands and holding her at arm’s length, eyes roaming appreciatively. “And you must be Emily!”

Joe and I exchanged smiles as Kate eyed her like a starstruck fan.

“Iris told me so much about you,” Kate continued.

“Really?” Emily replied, innocent and wide-eyed.

Kate shot me a mock glare. “Only she didn’t tell me how beautiful you were.”

Emily blushed, laughing. Kate tugged her toward the dressing area. “Now come on, let’s try some outfits.”

She glanced back at Joe over her shoulder. “You’ll be in a separate room, handsome. Hope you don’t mind.”

Joe shook his head, easy smile in place. He was a pro; used to models changing in and out of outfits during shoots; but he always insisted on privacy, closed doors, no matter how many tried to tempt him with a flash of skin, and I witnessed many try. A professional to the ****.

If it were up to me, though… I’d have him front-row, watching us strip slow, teasing, until he couldn’t take it anymore and fucked all three of us senseless right there on the fitting room floor.

I shook the thought away; hard. Get it together, Iris.

Yeah… it was going to be a very long night.