at the moment," Lucy told her as she adjusted the front of the corset to further cover her breasts. They were already pushed up and on display, despite the high-necked lace shirt covering them. Well, a layer of lace was better than nothing at all.
Apparently finished in the back, Natasha turned Lucy around and adjusted a few more things, even going so far as to undo a few of the tiny black buttons that ran from Lucy's throat to her sternum. Normally the amount of skin would have still been on the side of modesty, but with the corset working to push her breasts up, it was as if the opening in her shirt created a giant skin-colored arrow that pointed straight to her cleavage.
Instead of commenting on it as Lucy had expected, Natasha moved on to accessories, placing an antique cameo around Lucy's neck along with a lustrous string of pearls.
"Now for the skirt," Natasha proclaimed, reaching around Lucy for it.
Lucy batted her hands away. "I believe I can manage that part on my own, thank you very much."
Natasha frowned. "Saucy Brit," she muttered, but moved on to straightening up the clothing remaining on the bed as Lucy slipped out of one skirt and pulled on the other. It was a style she was familiar with, somewhere between modern steampunk and historically accurate Victorian garb. That blend was the definition of Natasha's style, and part of what had first brought the two of them together.
"How goes the shop?" Lucy asked as she smoothed the corset down over the top of the skirt and checked herself in the mirror sitting on top of the dresser.
Natasha looked up from fiddling on the bed. "Sales are up, the landlord's pleased that our clients are much cleaner than the porn store's before us, and Lillian's beginning to come out of her shell in the late evenings when I work her behind the counter."
"Don't you mean that you have her work behind the counter?" Lucy replied, checking her eyes and lips to see if her makeup required retouching.
Natasha met her gaze in the mirror and smiled. "Not necessarily." Her wicked grin told Lucy more than enough.
Lillian didn't say anything as she helped Danny into the first outfit. Or the second. She looked over both of them critically, adjusted the fit across Danny's torso, and made a few adjustments to the trim before finally deciding on the second one.
Danny tried to take a deep breath and frowned. "It's a little tight," she commented.
Lillian looked at her with one eyebrow raised, as if to say, What, you can't handle a little squeeze? What kind of model are you? Danny kept her mouth shut after that. Honestly, the matte black leather corset was gorgeous, and the brass buckles gleamed in the soft lights of the vanity. The leather strips along the bottom really didn't do the job of a skirt, but the tan boy shorts covered more of Danny's ass than she was used to at her other modeling jobs.
Lillian pointed at the closed toilet seat, and Danny sat. She closed her eyes and let Lillian do her makeup, then pull her hair away from her face into a simple, elegant bun held in place with crystal-studded chopsticks. Finally she patted Danny's shoulder, and Danny stood up and looked in the mirror.
"Oh." Oh, man. She looked like sex on a fucking stick. Her face glowed, almost bronzy but not like a fake tan. Her eyes were dark and smoky, and her lips were a lustrous carmine red, not garish but suggestive. The corset made her waist look ridiculously tiny, and the lack of any extra adornment drew the eye back to her face. "Wow. That looks amazing." Danny turned to Lillian and grinned. "Nice job."
Lillian smiled and did a little curtsy of thanks, then motioned toward the door.
"Right." Danny opened the door. "So how many of those shoes are for m-uhh." Her sentence came to an abrupt halt as she got a good look at Lucy. If Danny felt sexy, then Lucy had to feel like a fucking goddess, because she looked absolutely unreal. "That's … beautiful."
"Thanks, honey," Natasha replied. "You wear my fashions
Apparently finished in the back, Natasha turned Lucy around and adjusted a few more things, even going so far as to undo a few of the tiny black buttons that ran from Lucy's throat to her sternum. Normally the amount of skin would have still been on the side of modesty, but with the corset working to push her breasts up, it was as if the opening in her shirt created a giant skin-colored arrow that pointed straight to her cleavage.
Instead of commenting on it as Lucy had expected, Natasha moved on to accessories, placing an antique cameo around Lucy's neck along with a lustrous string of pearls.
"Now for the skirt," Natasha proclaimed, reaching around Lucy for it.
Lucy batted her hands away. "I believe I can manage that part on my own, thank you very much."
Natasha frowned. "Saucy Brit," she muttered, but moved on to straightening up the clothing remaining on the bed as Lucy slipped out of one skirt and pulled on the other. It was a style she was familiar with, somewhere between modern steampunk and historically accurate Victorian garb. That blend was the definition of Natasha's style, and part of what had first brought the two of them together.
"How goes the shop?" Lucy asked as she smoothed the corset down over the top of the skirt and checked herself in the mirror sitting on top of the dresser.
Natasha looked up from fiddling on the bed. "Sales are up, the landlord's pleased that our clients are much cleaner than the porn store's before us, and Lillian's beginning to come out of her shell in the late evenings when I work her behind the counter."
"Don't you mean that you have her work behind the counter?" Lucy replied, checking her eyes and lips to see if her makeup required retouching.
Natasha met her gaze in the mirror and smiled. "Not necessarily." Her wicked grin told Lucy more than enough.
Lillian didn't say anything as she helped Danny into the first outfit. Or the second. She looked over both of them critically, adjusted the fit across Danny's torso, and made a few adjustments to the trim before finally deciding on the second one.
Danny tried to take a deep breath and frowned. "It's a little tight," she commented.
Lillian looked at her with one eyebrow raised, as if to say, What, you can't handle a little squeeze? What kind of model are you? Danny kept her mouth shut after that. Honestly, the matte black leather corset was gorgeous, and the brass buckles gleamed in the soft lights of the vanity. The leather strips along the bottom really didn't do the job of a skirt, but the tan boy shorts covered more of Danny's ass than she was used to at her other modeling jobs.
Lillian pointed at the closed toilet seat, and Danny sat. She closed her eyes and let Lillian do her makeup, then pull her hair away from her face into a simple, elegant bun held in place with crystal-studded chopsticks. Finally she patted Danny's shoulder, and Danny stood up and looked in the mirror.
"Oh." Oh, man. She looked like sex on a fucking stick. Her face glowed, almost bronzy but not like a fake tan. Her eyes were dark and smoky, and her lips were a lustrous carmine red, not garish but suggestive. The corset made her waist look ridiculously tiny, and the lack of any extra adornment drew the eye back to her face. "Wow. That looks amazing." Danny turned to Lillian and grinned. "Nice job."
Lillian smiled and did a little curtsy of thanks, then motioned toward the door.
"Right." Danny opened the door. "So how many of those shoes are for m-uhh." Her sentence came to an abrupt halt as she got a good look at Lucy. If Danny felt sexy, then Lucy had to feel like a fucking goddess, because she looked absolutely unreal. "That's … beautiful."
"Thanks, honey," Natasha replied. "You wear my fashions
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