“This guy is the best in the city,” Gavin enthused,
holding the door. “It’s a good thing you’ve got the cash, Tinkerella. He ain’t cheap and he doesn’t bump
appointments for just anybody.”
She shrugged the bag up onto her shoulder and glided
through the doorway ahead of him. This
was making her nauseous. At least Rocco was staying in the car with the driver. “He’s reputable
though, right?”
“Oh puh-leeze,” Gavin intoned, calling the elevator with
the push of a brass-encircled button.
“I’m not gonna let some sleazy creep at you. We haven’t been friends long, but you should
know I have more couth than that.”
The cherry-paneled car was just big enough to hold the
two of them and, perhaps, two more passengers.
I’m glad no one
else is here for this.
“You’re not leaving me alone for a minute. Do you understand?” She put a firm index finger into his ribs to
compound the sincerity of her mandate.
“I will tell everyone you only pretend to be gay for the success of the
salon.” Petey had spent enough time
there lately to well-acquaint herself with some of Gavin’s staff. She felt comfortable enough with them to
carry out that threat. “Or that I caught
you having sex with a woman.”
He snort vibrated the walls of the upward moving
elevator. “Like anybody would believe
that. I’m an extroverted gay man. When a hot guy comes into the salon, my
people see more than they really want to.
There’s no doubt which way my gay pride flag flies.”
Petey exhaled as the doors slid invitingly apart on the
fourth floor of the Madison Avenue building.
The elegant writing on the wall before them declared that this, indeed,
was the right destination.
“Just stay with me.
I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Don’t worry about a thing, Dollface.” Gavin stepped aside, once again holding the
door for her to enter. “You are nothing
short of glamorous. We just don’t want
your man to forget it.”
Blowing out a small breath, she stepped over the
threshold, smiling at the beautiful young woman at the receptionist’s
desk. “Good morning,” the blonde beauty
greeted her. “Ms. Diehl?”
“Petey,” she confirmed, and gestured toward her
companion. “And this is Gavin.”
“Charmed, I’m sure,” Gavin intoned nasally, singularly
unimpressed with the girl who was intended to be part of the office décor.
The buxom Aryan beauty emerged from behind her desk with
a professionally angelic smile. “I’m
Crystal. Joel didn’t want you to leave
you in the waiting room, so please follow me.
We’ll go straight to the back.”
They dutifully shadowed the lovely Crystal, Gavin muttering
in her ear, “With what he’s charging you, he damn well better not want to leave
you waiting. It gives you the chance to
get pissed and escape.”
“Be quiet,” Petey hissed under her breath.
“What? I’m just
saying he’s doing the right thing if he expects to keep important, wealthy
clients.”
“Here we are.” The
discreet Crystal acted as though she hadn’t heard a word, ushering them into a
tastefully decorated – for lack of a better word – bridal room. The room was done in pale ecru with soothing pastel accents in its chaise lounge
and matching chairs. The afternoon
sunshine was peeking through the window dressed in a filmy white gauze, giving
the room a pleasant yellow glow.
Crystal looked inquiringly toward Petey’s bag. “I assume you have your wardrobe in
there?” Receiving an affirmative nod,
she smiled encouragingly and indicated the pink and ecru striped dressing
screen in the situated in the corner of the room. “Great.
Go ahead and slip into your first outfit so Joel can see what he has to
work with. His assistant will be in to
collect you shortly. In the meantime,
would either of you like some tea, soda or juice?”
“Nothing for me thanks,” Petey declined, but Gavin went
on to request chamomile tea with lemon and honey.
What he has to work
with? How flattering…
“Get that look off your face.” Gavin’s finger was wagging adamantly at
her. “We’re not leaving. Take your coat off and dip into your goody
bag. Go with the leather first.”
Ten minutes later, Petey could do nothing but stare in
the full-length oval mirror while Gavin bickered at her from the other side of
the screen.
“Girlfriend, my tea is long gone. You have
to be dressed by now. Get that cute
little ass of yours out here.”
“Almost done,” she called, slipping the headband into her
wild waves, the little black horns barely noticeable in riot of dark curls.
Looking in the mirror, Petey took a careful, final inventory of each
piece of her ensemble.
There was the studded leather bra that barely concealed
her nipples - and didn't conceal her aureoles. As slutty as it
looked, it made her feel sexy, especially when paired with the tiny web of
strings and single leather triangle that made up her thong panties.
Turning sideways, blood-red lips smiled at the triangle
positioned over the cleft of her bottom – it acted as the base for a long,
black tail whose spaded tip fell to the top of her knee-high leather boots.
She teetered only slightly on the spindly five-inch heels as she fingered
the spiked dog collar. Heavily lined,
darkly lashed, violet eyes blinked critically back at her. Petey had no
idea how she could've done any more to physically transform herself into an
imp.
Pulling on the fingerless, elbow-length gloves that were
her final accessory, she, at last, dared to step around the barrier and present
Gavin with the results.
“Holy hell,” he gasped, fanning himself with the little
napkin that had been wrapped around his teacup.
“Dollface, that’s enough to make me check the wind direction on my gay
flag. Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” He huffed loudly and fluttered one wicked eye at
her in a saucy wink. “Or should I say
Lucifer?”
His reaction was everything she needed to relax, and
Petey felt the tension ease away on the wings of her husky chuckle. “You do know
how to charm a girl, don’t you?”
Oddly enough, he didn’t reply. He was busy circling her, looking at the
costume from every angle. “Honey, when
Jon Bon Jovi creams his pants looking at these boudoir photos, tell him a
celebrity referral for the salon is payment enough.”
Her chuckle grew into a full-fledged guffaw. “It’s not that good.” Her eyes darted to the mirrored wall. “Is it?”
“Oh, you don’t even realize, you poor thing.” A soft, manicured palm came to pat her rosy
cheek in pity. “I picked out the best lingerie for you, ever.
Have water handy, love, because the man will get dehydrated
quickly. Ejaculation aside, even those
glorious eight-foot pearly white teeth are going to sweat over that damn tail.”
Gavin was certifiably insane. Seriously.
Petey was laughing so hard that tears started to well in her eyes.
“Oh, no you don’t!” her flamboyant friend
near-bellowed. “Don’t you dare let a
single tear fuck with that makeup! I
spent half an hour on it and I will not let your warped sense of humor ruin
it. You have a photo shoot to get
through, Jenna Jamison – or should I say Wednesday Addams? You haven’t even gotten to the costume change
yet. Beauty has a price, baby, so get
out your black Amex and think sultry!”
She obediently sobered. Gavin had gone to a lot of trouble to help her
find this outfit, get an appointment with the hottest boudoir photographer in
the city and do her glamorization this morning.
Sultry was the least she could give him.
Besides, she needed his help with the second transformation.
As excited as she was about this outfit, the next one was
just as exciting in a different way. It
personified the other side of her split personality. The sheer, frothy pink gown and matching
panties were a cloud of cotton candy pink whose sweetness would only tempered
by her inky hair and cobweb stockings.
She needed Gavin to help her soften the makeup from Imp to Sugar.
Well, Sugar with a dash of Imp, anyway.
I wish I’d thought
to get a black feather boa.
“Jesus H. Christ,” a male voice boomed, causing Petey’s
head to whip toward the doorway. There
was a short, stocky man who was frozen there for a split second before
barreling into the room. The salt and
pepper haired man was a whirling dervish of energy and he stalked to Petey,
devouring her with an eagle-eye. “I’ve
gotta say I ain’t ever seen anybody
in that kinda getup for wedding pics.
You marrying Ozzy Osbourne?”
“No,” Gavin rebutted on her behalf without missing a
beat. “Her man has better teeth and
excellent enunciation. Nor is he one
breath away from a really long dirt nap.”
His sharp eyes looked Gavin up and down with a mild
curiosity. “Me-owww! Down pussy cat, I was just askin’.” He turned to Petey. “I’m Joel, and you are a photographer’s wet
dream. I’m tellin’ ya now, the bra has
to go. I had the picture in my head as
soon as I saw you, and this ain’t it. I
want you on your elbows, breasts down on a red satin bed, with that that tail
stuck in the air draping to the side. Whoever your demon king is gonna lose
it on sight.”
Gavin nodded smugly, nudging her with a pointy
shoulder. “Told ya. If you can hoist a gay man’s flag, a straight
man doesn’t have a chance.”
“You got a costume change Ms. Diehl?”
If this guy was going to see hear near-to-naked, he might
as well call her by her first name.
“It’s Petey, and yes. It’s pretty
well the polar opposite of this. Pink
and fluffy.”
“Diversity in a woman.
I like it,” he approved boisterously, circling her like a lion
inspecting its next meal. It should have
made her squeamish, but Gavin’s continually nodding head made it okay for some
reason.
“Pink ink, huh?” He
had spotted her tattoo and then ducked around for a glimpse of her left
hand. “And did I see…? Yes.
Yes, I did. A pink diamond. That’s gonna make a helluva shot.” Joel finally lost the steamroller persona and
smiled engagingly. “Petey, this is going to be some of my best work ever. I can just feel it. Are you ready to get started?”
She slid a look at Gavin, who was all but bouncing with
excitement, and then reverted back to the photographer. Butterflies were running rampant in her
stomach. She was going to allow herself
to be captured for all of eternity looking like this. She was desperate to keep bondage pictures
hidden, but she was going to immortalize her imp-dom. What sense did that make?
And not just that, she was giving it as a gift. Granted, it was a gift to a self-admitted pervert, but still…
And not just that, she was giving it as a gift. Granted, it was a gift to a self-admitted pervert, but still…
Jon, if you don’t
‘cream your pants’, you’d better at least make me cream mine.
I just realize I posted a day early. Oops?
ReplyDeleteThat's ok, we love extra posts! ;)
DeleteBy the way - this was my most favorite chapter ever! And, this time I really mean it. For real. LOVE the photos! I felt like a fly on the wall of this photoshoot. Last line - hilarious!
~C
I really don't mind! What a nice surprise :-)
DeleteErotic pictures for her man? WOW
"Jon, if you don’t ‘cream your pants’, you’d better at least make me cream mine. "
LOVE this line!!
Weee! But...do we still get a Wednesday post? Oh, by the way, my birthday is on Friday...when will we see Jon's reaction?? :)
ReplyDeleteThe error is premature posting was the author's and therefore we are, in fact, due a post on Wednesday.
DeleteI also support a birthday post for you, scheduled or not ;)
What a great idea, Audra! Love your story almost as much as this one!
Deletehahaha!
ReplyDeleteThat is some gift! Can't wait to see Jon's reaction!
Very descriptive. The visuals in my head were amazing. Thanks for that. We already chatted on twitter regarding extra posts so I won't add my two cents... :)...
ReplyDeleteThanks for the chapter.
Hope your vaca is going well.
I hope she keeps the outfits for some fun in the bedroom later.
ReplyDeleteoh jeah... she´s making Jon sweat!!!!
ReplyDeleteJust realized that you posted a day early blush. I love this chapter. Gavin is just so funny, and reminds me of one of my gay friends. (I have 2-Gavin reminds me of the more outgoing of the 2.) Anyway, love the chapter. Will we get another one today since you posted in error yesterday? If not, I will wait patiently for the next day in your posting schedule. I think it said Saturday...:) :) :)-Sue
ReplyDeleteHello?!?!? It's Wednesday! Are we getting a post today?!?!?
ReplyDeleteStill love this one!
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