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I thought about going out to dinner and coming back to the basement with his friends. God,
who cared? As long as it felt good. Just more way to be sure we didn t fall in love. I was actually
really looking forward to it. By the time he came in my throat the idea actually turned me on. I
hoped they were as beautiful and handsome as Matthew. I hoped they thought I was beautiful
and desirable too.
Chapter Ten: Falling
On Saturday night, Matthew didn t meet me at the stage door. He actually met me
backstage, outside my dressing room door. Of course he had all-access granted whenever he
wanted it. The amount of money he donated to the company assured that. He had a garment bag
in one hand and a small boutique bag in the other, and a broad smile pasted across his face.
My little dancer. How was your show tonight?
Fine, I murmured. My ankle hurt.
As soon as Ellie left he came into the dressing room with me. He helped me pull the black
dress down over my naked body and it fit like a glove. He nodded in approval while I marveled
at how it made me look. It fit so perfectly and so flatteringly. I had no idea how he managed it. I
pictured him standing over me with a measuring tape while I slept, then calling a seamstress with
all his notes.
Yes, I had it made for you, he said.
How
I got your measurements from Jo. The costume mistress.
I ve never worn anything so beautiful. I really haven t.
Well, it s yours now. It looks wonderful on you.
It wasn t a slut dress of course, not from Matthew. It fell to just below my knees. It had
some beading, very subtle, on the front. It had an almost iridescent sheen to it, and the bodice
laced up. It didn t lace up in some pseudo-corset way, it laced up with silk laces to a tie at the
top. It was sexy, elegant, and girlish. I absolutely loved it and it moved like a dream.
But he wasn t done with me yet. Hold up the skirt, he said, kneeling down. He reached for
the shop bag he d set down on the vanity and drew out a garter belt that made my breath catch.
It matched the dress in design and laced up in the front, and was embroidered with delicate
beads. He put it on me, and of course, again, it fit perfectly. Then he gathered up the stockings
and put them on next. He smoothed them up my leg so that I shivered, and then he attached the
garter clasps for me. He licked me softly at the place where my ass met my thighs and I put my
hand back on his head, twined my fingers in his hair. It was partly because I didn t want him to
stop it, and partly because my legs were about to fail. It may sound funny to say this, but it was
the first time in the nearly four months I d known him that I d touched his hair that way.
He stood up all too soon and said, We ll be late.
As we sat in his car driving to the restaurant, he ordered me to pull my skirt up over my
thighs. He made me masturbate myself until I came, and I was thankful that his windows were
tinted black. For once, primed as I was by the erotic way he dressed me, it wasn t that hard to
jack off for him. I wasn t as self-conscious and hesitant as I usually was. I thought too of the way
his hair felt under my fingers for that wonderful moment, that very short moment when they
twisted in his soft, blond locks.
When we arrived at the restaurant, it was busy and crowded. Lots of rich people standing
around looking rich. It was loud, smoky, frenetic, and expensive of course. My eyes darted all
around, wondering who his friends could be. He had told me nothing further of the people
we d meet, letting me work myself into frenzy of curiosity and nerves. And I was nervous, very
nervous to see the people that Matthew had decided to let play with me. Unlike Davis, I assumed
these players knew what they were doing.
The maître d led us to a secluded table, and I was surprised to be greeted by two men and a
beautiful woman my age. Well, perhaps she was a bit older, thirty five or so. The men were older
than Matthew too, with grey in their hair. They weren t old men though, not at all. If they were
fifty, I would have been surprised. And they turned me on. God, I hate to say it. They were sexy
and virile, and potent to the core. They looked at me in the same way Matthew looked at me, as
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