Enjoying the Ride – The Forbidden Fun Read Online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
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“Because you’ll be wearing stilettos with your bikini during the competition,” she explains in a clipped voice. “We’re going to replicate what happens during the pageant.”

“Right,” I say. “Of course.”

“Now, hold your arms out to the sides,” the tailor instructs, and I have no choice but to oblige. Oh my god, this is embarrassing. I’m totally naked, my tits and pussy bare as I teeter in high heels on the pedestal. But Miss Jiggs is unconcerned. She squints her eyes, and then begins to measure my body, pausing every now and again to write something down in her small notebook.

“Now turn around,” she orders briskly. “Good, arms straight out.” Miss Jiggs leans toward the table and scribbles once more. She continues like this as she moves from my chest and boobs to my hips, wrapping the measuring tape around my body. Fortunately, she’s very professional about it all. Her hands are steady and clearly, this is just business for her.

“Now, the bikinis will be glitzy,” Miss Jiggs explains as she continues to work. “Think sparkles and glam—they’ll really shine in the right light.”

I smile. “That could be fun. I mean, it’s not me. Usually, I wear one pieces, but a sparkly bikini could be a nice change.”

Miss Jiggs merely clucks, still assessing my figure.

“Yes, it could be. Plus, you have stunning red hair and milky skin,” the woman continues, slipping the tape around my thigh. “So I’m thinking something pink might bring out your rosiness and make your hair pop even more.”

“Pink,” I repeat slowly. “I like pink actually. You really think it’ll look good on me?”

The elderly woman looks up and nods, her expression serious. “It’ll look amazing,” she says. “I saw an option for a new salmon fabric. I think it will flatter your complexion.”

I look at myself in the mirror as the woman speaks, trying to imagine the bikini and what I might look like in it.

I wonder what Trek is going to think when he sees me…

But what if I look like an idiot? My shoulders slump and the tailor’s eyes meet mine in the mirror, immediately intuiting my dread. “You know, wearing a bikini on stage is all about confidence. If you think you look beautiful, then you are beautiful.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” I say softly, trying to take her advice to heart.

She smiles with encouragement, and then steps away from me abruptly. “Alright Miss Allstrom, I’ll be back. I need to find the order sheet for that new material. If we put it in today, rush, we’ll get the fabric tomorrow and we can begin sewing then.” She scoops up her supplies. “Wait here.”

“Sure,” I murmur and quickly shield myself with my arms when the older woman opens the door. When it’s safely closed behind her, I drop my arms and gaze at myself in the mirror once more.

Salmon pink with sparkles, I muse, a small smile spreading across my face. The tailor’s the expert, so if she thinks it’ll look good on me…

There’s a heavy knock at the door.

“Yep!” I call out happily, eager to see if Miss Jiggs might have a sample of the fabric that she can show me. But instead, a low masculine voice startles me.

“Hey Red. You sound peppy today.”

I whirl around, immediately trying to cover my tits and pussy. It’s hopeless of course. My boobs are bursting from behind my forearm, and my pussy seems determined to say hello to the man.

“What are you doing in here?” I stutter. “You can’t be in here!”

Trek’s intense gaze moves down my very naked body.

“Um, your attempts to cover up aren’t helping very much,” Trek says, amusement coloring his tone.

I look around for my clothes that I’m pretty sure I had left on the small table.

Oh no, they’re gone! The tailor must have grabbed them when she picked up her kit!

I turn back to Trek, my eyes wide and my heart pounding.

“What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” I enunciate each word through gritted teeth.

Trek looks amused at my attempt to be fierce.

“It’s just another part of my job,” he says easily, folding his arms across his thick chest and leaning against the door.

“Oh really,” I huff. “Pray tell - what part of the job?” I demand hotly.

But in my head, all I can think about are my dreams last night, and how I’d woken up completely obsessed with the idea of Trek seeing me nude and flushed, my legs open for his exploration.

And now here we are…

5

Trek

Before I knocked on the door, I knew what I might see. After all, I’ve been around the block. This isn’t the first pageant I’ve organized, and if anything, the girls are often nude backstage as they change from evening gown to swimsuit to dance costume.

But walking into the dressing room and actually seeing Posey—no longer imagining those lush curves—is enough to make me want to let go of all control and fuck her until my seed stops spilling.


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