Page 173 of The First Taste
Kaia
Anna is already off like a shot. I stand up, smoothing my hands down my dress. Inside, I have a million butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
But I try to take a lesson from Mia, my strip club mentor: hold your head up high and walk like you own the damn place. That’s the mentality that I need to come to grips with.
Without saying anything, I start walking over to the area hidden behind the screens. It’s actually pretty cute back here, with a pink velour chaise lounge and a freestanding lighted mirror.
Anna knocks and enters with a full rolling rack of black strappy lingerie. “I had a guess at your size. Everything here should fit you but please shout if it doesn’t.”
My cheeks are red. I sort of expect her to ask some questions about how I know Calum. After all, it’s clear that he’s the one with the deep pockets here.
But Anna just smiles coolly. “Do you need any assistance with dressing? Or perhaps another pair of heels?”
Feeling silly, I shake my head. “No thanks.”
She vanishes, leaving me alone with the rack of clothes. I mean, if you could even call them that. Looking through the first few items, I would hardly classify the soft silks and chiffons underneath my fingertips clothing.
There are no price tags anywhere, but I’m sure if I knew what any one garment cost I would probably gag. Straps, garter belts, bra cups with a little secret padding… it is for rich people with an elaborate fantasy life. Not for people like me with a job to support their dream of being in the arts.
Pursing my lips, I search through the rack until I come to a very intricate piece I like. Fashioned from white chiffon and dark pink lace, it is a bodysuit that reminds me of one of my ballet costumes. Slipping it free from its hanger, I carry it over to the couch.
I pull up the hem of my dress.
“Stop.” Calum’s voice stills my fingers. “I want to watch you get undressed.”
I turn and find him standing at the edge of the screen, just out of view. Like he’s not going to come in if I say no.
I bite my lip and feel a flush rising to my cheeks. This is exactly what he pays me for, nothing more, nothing less. I suck in a deep breath and steel myself.
“Come in,” I say softly.
He enters, a hungry look already on his handsome face. He sits down on the pink chaise as casually as you please. His trademark smirk is already splashed across his lips.
“Continue,” he directs.
I give my head a tiny shake and start to pull my dress over my head. My hands have the slightest tremor. It feels as though I am baring much more than my body to him.
When I’m left in nothing but the lacy white thong and a matching bra, I toss the dress aside. Calum leans forward, his eyes darkening as he takes in the miles of delicate bare skin I’m offering.
He bites his lower lip for a moment. “Now the bra.”
He gestures with a flick of his fingertips. My heart starts pounding. I can’t look at him at this exact moment so I brush my hair over my shoulders and turn away.
Unhooking my bra and pulling it down my arms is a matter of seconds. He moves to stand, dragging the couch close to the mirror.
“I want you to watch us,” he says quietly. He touches my waist and guides me over to the reflective surface.
There we are, splayed out in the mirror.
I look at the two of us. Calum with his dark hair, in his dark suit, his skin more tanned than mine. He stands behind me and touches my hips, pulling my back half a step into his embrace. His rigid cock digs into my back, a promise and a threat.
I tilt my head as I stare at myself. The blonde who looks back at me is topless, her hazel eyes sparkling softly, her pretty hair covering her tits. His big hands splay out across my torso, coming up to cup my breasts.
I shiver as he pinches my nipples. It is the most bizarre thing, watching myself just now. But I suddenly totally understand why mirrors above beds are a thing.
I watch as Calum hooks his fingers in the waistband on my panties and skims them down my legs. I blush as the last vestiges of my clothing are removed.
There is nothing between us now, for better or for worse.
