to be, and she opened the door, allowing Natasha and Lillian in.
"Danny, we have company," she told her unnecessarily as Danny straightened up and looked at their guests. Lucy tried to see them from Danny's perspective, instead of as the people she'd known for years. They were both beautiful, but in entirely different ways. Lillian was as close to the perfect slave in temperament as Lucy had ever met. She rarely spoke but was always there, willing to lend herself to her mistress' use without having to be asked. That kind of attitude was beautiful in its simplicity. Her hair was shorter than the last time Lucy had seen them, and the inky black stopped just above the thick gold choker around her neck. Her almond-shaped eyes glanced Lucy's way when the door opened, as close to a greeting as Lillian ever offered anyone without direction from her master.
Natasha was all fire to Lillian's apparent calm. Her nostrils flared with exertion already as she balanced half a dozen boxes of shoes, craning her head around the pile, her dangling ruby and gold earrings dancing. "Want to give me a hand with these, honey?"
"Of course," Lucy said, grabbing a few off the top and setting them on her bed. "It's lovely to see you both again."
"You too, Lucy-Lou. You should come over more often," Natasha replied, her Southern accent seeping through her words as she walked in and set the rest of her load down on the bed.
They embraced and kissed each other on the cheek, and when Lucy stepped back, Natasha looked over at Danny. "This is the girl you picked?" she asked.
The choice of a model for the job had been at Lucy's discretion, so there was hardly cause for the flutter in her stomach as Natasha gave Danny a thorough once-over with her eyes. Still, when Natasha turned back to her and gave Lucy a grin, she felt relief uncoil the tightness in her belly.
"She's beautiful," Natasha said approvingly before going to the chair by the window and laying her pea coat over the back of it.
Lillian followed behind Natasha, pulling a small rolling suitcase along with her. Natasha nodded toward Lucy's bed, still mostly neat—unlike Danny's, which had her things spilling over it—and Lillian opened the case and began pulling clothes out of it and laying them on the comforter.
Lucy turned her attention to Natasha, surprised at the lack of embellishment in her outfit of choice for the day. She wore a corset, as was her norm, and though Lillian wore a long jacket over her black slacks, Lucy knew that more likely than not she would be wearing one as well. But, like all things about Natasha, Lucy knew that it was the details that mattered most when it came to her creations, and so she crossed the room and touched Natasha's shoulders, holding her still as Lucy got a closer look.
What she had thought to be a black corset with swirling gold accents was actually a deep red; in the unnatural light of the hotel room, it was hard to discern as much. But once she caught that detail, the entire ensemble became entirely different to her. The red went perfectly with Natasha's skin, the color of fine chocolate, and the gold brought out the amber flecks in her brown eyes.
"This is exquisite," Lucy said, stepping back to give her some space.
Natasha smiled at her. "If you like this, I think you'll love what I've got in mind for both of you. Bring your girl over to see the lovelies I've come with."
Lucy wasn't surprised at the way Danny's face became pinched. Before Danny could say anything to embarrass either of them, Lucy put a gentle hand on Natasha's forearm. "Danny is outside of our circle, so please address her by her name."
Natasha froze for a moment, then sighed heavily. "Oh, good lord. Foot, meet mouth. I apologize, Danny. I hardly have a social life outside of the scene. I shouldn't have assumed you were into it. Won't you come closer, honey? I won't bite and Lillian won't unless I tell her to."
Lucy held her hand out for to draw Danny close, and though she
"Danny, we have company," she told her unnecessarily as Danny straightened up and looked at their guests. Lucy tried to see them from Danny's perspective, instead of as the people she'd known for years. They were both beautiful, but in entirely different ways. Lillian was as close to the perfect slave in temperament as Lucy had ever met. She rarely spoke but was always there, willing to lend herself to her mistress' use without having to be asked. That kind of attitude was beautiful in its simplicity. Her hair was shorter than the last time Lucy had seen them, and the inky black stopped just above the thick gold choker around her neck. Her almond-shaped eyes glanced Lucy's way when the door opened, as close to a greeting as Lillian ever offered anyone without direction from her master.
Natasha was all fire to Lillian's apparent calm. Her nostrils flared with exertion already as she balanced half a dozen boxes of shoes, craning her head around the pile, her dangling ruby and gold earrings dancing. "Want to give me a hand with these, honey?"
"Of course," Lucy said, grabbing a few off the top and setting them on her bed. "It's lovely to see you both again."
"You too, Lucy-Lou. You should come over more often," Natasha replied, her Southern accent seeping through her words as she walked in and set the rest of her load down on the bed.
They embraced and kissed each other on the cheek, and when Lucy stepped back, Natasha looked over at Danny. "This is the girl you picked?" she asked.
The choice of a model for the job had been at Lucy's discretion, so there was hardly cause for the flutter in her stomach as Natasha gave Danny a thorough once-over with her eyes. Still, when Natasha turned back to her and gave Lucy a grin, she felt relief uncoil the tightness in her belly.
"She's beautiful," Natasha said approvingly before going to the chair by the window and laying her pea coat over the back of it.
Lillian followed behind Natasha, pulling a small rolling suitcase along with her. Natasha nodded toward Lucy's bed, still mostly neat—unlike Danny's, which had her things spilling over it—and Lillian opened the case and began pulling clothes out of it and laying them on the comforter.
Lucy turned her attention to Natasha, surprised at the lack of embellishment in her outfit of choice for the day. She wore a corset, as was her norm, and though Lillian wore a long jacket over her black slacks, Lucy knew that more likely than not she would be wearing one as well. But, like all things about Natasha, Lucy knew that it was the details that mattered most when it came to her creations, and so she crossed the room and touched Natasha's shoulders, holding her still as Lucy got a closer look.
What she had thought to be a black corset with swirling gold accents was actually a deep red; in the unnatural light of the hotel room, it was hard to discern as much. But once she caught that detail, the entire ensemble became entirely different to her. The red went perfectly with Natasha's skin, the color of fine chocolate, and the gold brought out the amber flecks in her brown eyes.
"This is exquisite," Lucy said, stepping back to give her some space.
Natasha smiled at her. "If you like this, I think you'll love what I've got in mind for both of you. Bring your girl over to see the lovelies I've come with."
Lucy wasn't surprised at the way Danny's face became pinched. Before Danny could say anything to embarrass either of them, Lucy put a gentle hand on Natasha's forearm. "Danny is outside of our circle, so please address her by her name."
Natasha froze for a moment, then sighed heavily. "Oh, good lord. Foot, meet mouth. I apologize, Danny. I hardly have a social life outside of the scene. I shouldn't have assumed you were into it. Won't you come closer, honey? I won't bite and Lillian won't unless I tell her to."
Lucy held her hand out for to draw Danny close, and though she
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