looked a bit uncertain, after a moment Danny took it. Lucy gave her a soft smile as Danny's palm warmed hers.
"Thanks, it just startled me a bit. This is still all really new." Danny seemed to fumble for a moment. "But I'll do my best. I've been practicing the tea ceremony a lot this week. It'll go smoothly. Promise."
Lucy wasn't sure who Danny was trying to convince more, herself or Natasha, but she appreciated the effort at reassurance anyway. "Of course it will," Lucy said.
"Glad to hear it," Natasha declared, wrapping an arm around Lillian's waist as she moved out of the way. "Lucy, your things are to the head of the bed. Danny, yours are at the foot. I wasn't sure of your measurements, so I brought things that could suit a range of different sizes. Don't wear anything that makes you uncomfortable, go with something you like. I've gotta say, anything of mine that you pick will look good on you." She grinned and reached out to touch Danny's cheek, a common sign of affection from Natasha. Lucy felt Danny tense a little and squeezed Danny's hand reassuringly.
"With that skin, those tattoos … and honey, your features are marvelous. I could sharpen my steak knives on those cheekbones. I brought a lot of blue, and I'm glad; I think it'll suit you. Blue, deep like the sea, with silver accents and curves to match your own, subtle and bold all at once. Oh hell yes, honey, you're gonna look so fine." She dropped her hand. "I won't be able to send you home empty-handed, I can tell already. Lucy, don't let me get carried away. And as for you …"
Natasha moved to the top of the bed. With a flourish, she picked out a long black skirt, gathered in the front and long in back, and handed it over to Lucy, who rolled the luxurious fabric over her fingertips. "What is this? Silk?" Lucy asked.
Natasha smiled at her. "A blend that I've been working with. It flows wonderfully, doesn't it?" Lucy didn't even have time to agree before Natasha handed her a purple corset made of crushed velvet and lace. Of course it was purple. Though Lucy preferred to dress in earth tones, simple and soothing and reminiscent of her shop, from the moment Natasha had laid eyes on the Aston Martin, she'd decided that Lucy had to match it, and was solely responsible for the influx of purples and reds into her wardrobe.
"Danny, please go into the bathroom with Lillian, she'll help you get dressed," Lucy said with a nod toward the open doorway and to the travertine-tiled room beyond.
Danny hesitated. "I think I can get dressed on my own."
"I'm sure you can," Lucy assured her. "However, some of Natasha's creations are quite intricate. Lillian should be there to help you, just in case. You'll be in good hands, and I'll be right out here waiting for you when you're done."
Danny looked unconvinced but followed Lillian into the bathroom anyway. Lillian's arms were heavily laden with outfits, and Lucy hoped that most of them fit so Danny could have the comfort of choice. Once the door closed behind them, Lucy began undoing her own clothes with Natasha's help. After having Natasha dress her before on numerous occasions when Lucy was first learning to wear corsets, there was nothing remotely sexual about the experience now. Still, she couldn't help an idle wish that it was Danny's nimble fingers helping to fit the corset over the black lace shirt Lucy was already wearing.
"She seems promising," Natasha whispered in her ear as she began to lace the ribbons going down Lucy's back, once she'd secured the corset's dozens of tiny clasps in front.
Lucy didn't deny it, but she didn't respond to the innuendo in Natasha's voice either. "I agree. I believe she'll do quite well as a model this weekend. I was fortunate that the agency sent her to me."
Natasha's wicked chuckle was a soft breeze against Lucy's neck as she pulled the laces of Lucy's corset even tighter. "That's hardly what I meant, and I think you know that."
"I'm not interested in any other possible meanings
"Thanks, it just startled me a bit. This is still all really new." Danny seemed to fumble for a moment. "But I'll do my best. I've been practicing the tea ceremony a lot this week. It'll go smoothly. Promise."
Lucy wasn't sure who Danny was trying to convince more, herself or Natasha, but she appreciated the effort at reassurance anyway. "Of course it will," Lucy said.
"Glad to hear it," Natasha declared, wrapping an arm around Lillian's waist as she moved out of the way. "Lucy, your things are to the head of the bed. Danny, yours are at the foot. I wasn't sure of your measurements, so I brought things that could suit a range of different sizes. Don't wear anything that makes you uncomfortable, go with something you like. I've gotta say, anything of mine that you pick will look good on you." She grinned and reached out to touch Danny's cheek, a common sign of affection from Natasha. Lucy felt Danny tense a little and squeezed Danny's hand reassuringly.
"With that skin, those tattoos … and honey, your features are marvelous. I could sharpen my steak knives on those cheekbones. I brought a lot of blue, and I'm glad; I think it'll suit you. Blue, deep like the sea, with silver accents and curves to match your own, subtle and bold all at once. Oh hell yes, honey, you're gonna look so fine." She dropped her hand. "I won't be able to send you home empty-handed, I can tell already. Lucy, don't let me get carried away. And as for you …"
Natasha moved to the top of the bed. With a flourish, she picked out a long black skirt, gathered in the front and long in back, and handed it over to Lucy, who rolled the luxurious fabric over her fingertips. "What is this? Silk?" Lucy asked.
Natasha smiled at her. "A blend that I've been working with. It flows wonderfully, doesn't it?" Lucy didn't even have time to agree before Natasha handed her a purple corset made of crushed velvet and lace. Of course it was purple. Though Lucy preferred to dress in earth tones, simple and soothing and reminiscent of her shop, from the moment Natasha had laid eyes on the Aston Martin, she'd decided that Lucy had to match it, and was solely responsible for the influx of purples and reds into her wardrobe.
"Danny, please go into the bathroom with Lillian, she'll help you get dressed," Lucy said with a nod toward the open doorway and to the travertine-tiled room beyond.
Danny hesitated. "I think I can get dressed on my own."
"I'm sure you can," Lucy assured her. "However, some of Natasha's creations are quite intricate. Lillian should be there to help you, just in case. You'll be in good hands, and I'll be right out here waiting for you when you're done."
Danny looked unconvinced but followed Lillian into the bathroom anyway. Lillian's arms were heavily laden with outfits, and Lucy hoped that most of them fit so Danny could have the comfort of choice. Once the door closed behind them, Lucy began undoing her own clothes with Natasha's help. After having Natasha dress her before on numerous occasions when Lucy was first learning to wear corsets, there was nothing remotely sexual about the experience now. Still, she couldn't help an idle wish that it was Danny's nimble fingers helping to fit the corset over the black lace shirt Lucy was already wearing.
"She seems promising," Natasha whispered in her ear as she began to lace the ribbons going down Lucy's back, once she'd secured the corset's dozens of tiny clasps in front.
Lucy didn't deny it, but she didn't respond to the innuendo in Natasha's voice either. "I agree. I believe she'll do quite well as a model this weekend. I was fortunate that the agency sent her to me."
Natasha's wicked chuckle was a soft breeze against Lucy's neck as she pulled the laces of Lucy's corset even tighter. "That's hardly what I meant, and I think you know that."
"I'm not interested in any other possible meanings
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