The next day, Sara felt incredible frustration throughout her body. It was just a massage, she told herself, yet it made her entire body crave intimacy like nothing.
“Sara.” Edmund said as they started the next day. “Let’s continue with the bikini series, okay?”
She nodded, but her mind immediately thought of what they did last night. Her body instinctively wanted it again.
“I’ll need you to glow-“
Sara nodded, went into the room, and tried to please herself. But it didn’t work. No. It was worse than yesterday. Even despite her intense craving for intimacy, somehow everything she did to herself just didn’t work anymore.
Then the minion came in. “Let me help you.” The female minion tried to touch her and all that.
Sara frowned, but the minion didn’t help at all. Five minutes and she still wasn’t getting excited. In fact, it felt pain. “It’s not working.”
Eventually, Edmund walked in with the liquid again. “I figured you would need a massage again.”
Sara blushed. “I’m sorry. It’s- it’s-“
“It’s alright.” The minion then walked out. She would go and get the place ready. Edmund stood behind her, and she felt his big hands on her shoulders. She wore a two-piece swimsuit. It was fairly modest, conservative in its cutting, yet, as his fingers worked through her muscles, she relaxed. Her heart began to beat at a strange rhythm.
Her eyes closed, as somehow the massage soothed her mind. Edmund leaned closer. “You’re beautiful, Sara.”
She felt a jolt explode throughout her body. Her nipples turned hard almost instantly, and her lower half that was so dry before suddenly turned intensely moist. She blushed.
“I’m going to talk dirty to you, okay?” Edmund said. “It works getting you in the mood.”
“-okay.”
Edmund kneaded her shoulders some more, somehow his fingers were masters of tapping hidden nerves she didn’t know existed. Then without knowing it, she felt his mouth near her ears. “-I want to make love to you.”
Another jolt of electricity blasted through her body. It was even more intense than the one before-
But before she could even catch her breath, she felt his fingers poke somewhere around her spine, and it sent a third jolt through her body. The shock immediately made herself cream in her pants.”-OOOOOOOOOH.”
She moaned so loudly, in both shock and pleasure. She was flushed.
Edmund smiled. “Fantastic! You’re ready.”
The set of photoshoots then went smoothly, but sadly, the effect soon began to fade somewhere around the 8th set of outfits. Truth was, Sara endured lewd thoughts throughout the entire photoshoot, and her mind couldn’t stop thinking about making love with him. Edmund then approached Sara. “You’re losing the glow. I think we can stop-“
“Edmund.” Sara asked. “You can give me the massage again. Please?”
“Hmm. We’ll try. See if it works.” Edmund said, as both of them went to the changing room. She sat once more. She was embarrassed that she had dirty thoughts, but she wanted to work. Edmund kneaded her shoulders and neck again, and she began to calm down almost like magic.
Sara’s fingers reached for her own nether region, and touched it. The swimsuit was fairly thin, so she could still feel it somewhat.
“You’re sexy, Sara.” Edmund said, and Sara trembled. She moaned only slightly, her fingers touching herself. “You’re beautiful.”
Sara kept touching herself. She felt her pussy feeling wet and moist again.
“I want to make love to you. I’d make you pregnant so many times-” Edmund whispered in her ears, and she felt a strong jolt of electricity pass through her body. With her own fingers working herself down below, it was enough to make her have a small release.
She moaned as her lower half released the fluids. “Fuaahhh..”
Edmund didn’t look disturbed. “Alright, you’re back in business! Let’s go back and finish the shoot.”
They did and it went well. Edmund was pleased. Sara was already comfortable masturbating in front of him, even if she did it through a swimsuit. They finished the last set at about 5.30pm.
“Well done!” Edmund said. “Go home and rest, okay?”
Sara nodded. She checked her phone again, and noticed her husband would be late. She sighed, rather loudly.
“Oh, is everything alright?” Edmund asked.
“-yea. It’s just that- my husband’s going to be late again.”
“Oh I see. You know, because you really helped us with this set of two-piece bikinis, let me buy you dinner today. A nice dinner. Tell your husband we’re out for dinner.” Edmund offered.
Sara’s heart skipped a beat. Another fancy dinner? “Oh-okay.”
“You can wear that sleeveless black skirt again. I thought you looked absolutely great in it.”
She gulped. “Will it be somewhere expensive again?”
“Of course! I get to take a beauty out for dinner! It’s going to be at a nice place for sure!” Edmund declared.
“-you don’t have to. I’m just-“
“Just go change and come! I’ll handle it!” Edmund said.
***
Sara touched herself as she looked in the mirror. She was in that black sleeveless turtleneck again. She had no accessories, but Edmund somehow found a pair of black heels for her to wear for the dinner. It was a dinner in a quiet restaurant next to Tori City’s park.
“Wine?” Edmund asked.
“Okay.”
“We’re not having a set course today. But their steaks are good, so we’re having that plus some salads.”
Sara frowned. “Is it expensive?”
“About $300 per person.”
She stared. “Oh my! That’s so expensive!”
“Well, it’s not every day, isn’t it?” Edmund said. “Just enjoy it. Besides, models need to eat healthy, good food. If you look sickly it shows on the skin.”
The steak was really good. The moment Sara ate the first mouth, she couldn’t stop eating. In fact, she was so hungry she finished her food before Edmund did.
“Cheers.” Edmund offered, and their glasses met. They drank the wine, and it was stronger. More rich, but somehow, Sara drank. And drank.
She felt herself flush, and pleasantly buzzed.
“Is everything alright at home?” Edmund asked.
“It is- no. It’s not.” Sara has been guarded about her family for a while, but under the influence of alcohol, she let out her heart. “My husband’s job isn’t going anywhere. He works really hard, but somehow it just doesn’t seem to work. Money problems are giving us a lot of stress. It makes it difficult for us to move ahead, buy a house, start a family.”
“I see.” Edmund nodded, as he heard more about her husband’s family. Sara was a fairly good listener, and she regurgitated all the complaints her husband made over the years. About the difficult bosses. About how he was struggling to get a promotion.
Then as Edmund made her drink more and more, he tried to get more out of her.
“So- what’s your sex life like?”
She was very drunk at this point, and she just gave a long sigh. “He used to be better, I think. We were active back then, but since he started this job he’s like constantly tired that he doesn’t even have energy to work at it. But he’s alright, I guess. At least we’re not totally loveless like my friends.”
Edmund laughed. “I see. That’s great. Alright, let me send you home.”
Sara was so drunk that when he tried to help her back to the car, she collapsed into his arms. “I’m sorry, I’m so drunk. I haven’t drank so much in so long- That felt good! Oh your hands are so big. You’re so- so strong.”
Edmund didn’t try to touch anywhere sensitive. She was already falling apart, he didn’t need to get in the way. Instead, right now, he had to play the role of the reliable man he could rely on. “Thank you. Feel free to hold me if you need to.”
She wobbled, and held her hand. “-I wish my husband was like you. Big, strong, rich. You’re magic with your hands, too.”
Edmund laughed. “Now, now, I’m not your husband.”
She wobbled, and then stared at him. “Yeah. You’re not. You’re-“
“Better.” Edmund said confidently.
Her heart pounded. “-yes.”
He drove her back to the studio, but she was still drunk. So, so drunk. She wobbled into the changing room. Then she stared at herself.
“I’m beautiful.”
Edmund nodded. “Yes, you are.”
“But I’m not, once I change out of this super expensive dress.” Edmund was still there, but then she tried to take off her dress. She looked at Edmund.
She didn’t know why, but she looked at him, and dreamed of a different life. One where she was married to someone else. The mirror revealed a beautiful version of herself.
“Edmund?” She thought about the kisses. The gentle touches. Her body burned.
“Yes?”
She turned, and lunged at him. She rested her head on his chest. “Let me- let me just be in your arms for a while. Let me be in this dress for a bit more. I- I suddenly don’t want to go home yet.”
It was just a hug. She told herself. Friends give each other hugs. He hugged her too. She felt so cozy then, as Edmund’s energies swirled inside her. She was so vulnerable.
Edmund nodded, and his hands was on her waist. She looked at him.
“If you’re like this, I’ll dress you up in beautiful dresses all the time.” Edmund offered.
“-really?” Sara said.
“You’ll be Cinderella at the ball, when you’re with me.”
Of course, the part where he was Prince Charming didn’t need to be said. Or the part where she would return to a life of work.
