Once she did, I wrapped my arms around her and settled the corset in place.
“Hold it there.”
She did and I worked the laces at the back, securing it tightly. She sucked in a breath.
“Too tight?”
“No, Mr. Snowden.”
Once it was in place, I settled her hair down her back and turned her to face me.
“Are you still wearing the plug?”
“Yes, Mr. Snowden.” Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.
“Good. Tonight, we’re going to role play,” I informed her. “And as you know, Mr. Parker is very serious about his scenes. He insists that we get into character. So, once you walk out that door, I expect you to play your part.”
Her eyes glittered with what I assumed was excitement.
“What is your safe word?” I asked.
“Red.”
“If, at any time, you need to use it, speak up. We will stop. And if you need a minute, call out yellow.”
“Yes, Mr. Snowden.”
“Keep in mind, this is completely fictional. It does not in any way reflect our opinions.”
She frowned and I was tempted to smooth out the wrinkle in her forehead.
“Is there something I should be concerned about?” she asked.
“No.” I smiled, then tilted her chin up. “But tonight, you’ll be playing a hired escort.”
Her eyes widened, but rather than anger, I noticed unbridled lust sparkling in her eyes.
“I can do that.” She peered down at herself. “Is that why I’m dressed accordingly?”
“Yes.”
She smiled. “Would you mind if I added a couple of things?”
That was my girl. “Not at all.”
With a slight bounce, she headed back to her bedroom.
A good ten minutes passed before she returned, and when my eyes landed on her, my dick damn near broke through my zipper.
There before me was the sexiest escort I’d ever seen. She had added additional eye makeup as well as bright red lipstick. To complete the ensemble, Addison had donned a pair of thigh-high stockings and bright red heels.
“That look’s going to get you fucked tonight,” I warned her.
Her smile split her face. “I look forward to it, Mr. Snowden.”
“Like I said, when we walk out the door, you’re to be in character.”
“Will Mr. Parker be joining us?”
“He will.”
That seemed to please her.
I grabbed my phone and tapped out one final text letting Mr. Parker know we were ready.
“And just out of curiosity, who will you be?” she asked.
“I’m the man who hired you for the evening.”
“Ah. I like it.”
I held out my arm and she slid hers into it as I led her to the front door. I brought along the updated limit list so I could have Mr. Parker look over it before we began. And I had also grabbed the larger butt plugs, just in case.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“More ready than I’ve ever been,” she said, her voice trembling with anticipation. “If playing a sexy maid or a naughty nurse…even a cheating girlfriend…” She grinned wider. “If those were fun, I can only imagine how hot this will be.”
Damn, but I loved this woman.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled open the door and led her out into the hall.
I took my time closing the door behind us, then started to walk toward my apartment. We only made it a few feet before someone cleared their throat behind us.
“Excuse me,” the deep voice sounded.
Addison and I both turned to see Mr. Parker standing there. He was wearing the same suit he’d worn to the office today, but he’d loosened his tie.
His eyes trailed over Addison slowly. When his eyes lifted, I could see the heat mixed with whatever emotion he was portraying as his character.
“You do realize this is a public place, right?”
“Of course,” I answered, as though it was obvious.
His eyes once again slid over Addison. “And where were the two of you going dressed like that?”
I glanced down at Addison, then pulled her close to my side. “We were going on a date.”
“A date?” He sounded skeptical. Mr. Parker moved closer, thrusting one hand into his pocket. “You were taking a whore out on a date?”
“Hey,” Addison said defensively. “I’m not a whore.”
“Oh, I apologize. What’s the word you’d prefer me to use?”
“Escort,” she stated firmly.
“Ah. A date with an escort dressed like a whore?” His gaze lifted to mine.
“It’s not—”
“I need to see some ID,” Mr. Parker snapped, interrupting my excuse.
When I reached for my wallet, he grabbed my arm and roughly shoved me up against the wall. I’d been anticipating it, which was the only reason I didn’t slam my face against the Sheetrock.
“Put your hands on the wall,” he barked, then turned and grabbed Addison, shoving her next to me. “You, too.”
“I’m confused,” she stated. “What did we do wrong?”
“Well, for one, you’re rather underdressed.”
While we stood facing the wall, palms flat, he pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and rummaged through it. I could hear Addison’s choppy breaths and knew she was enjoying this.
