Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 12

butterfly

Her words were so seductive, her tone so sexy. The idea that my body pleased her had me finding my release within minutes. I slept well that night, knowing that she wasn't demanding anything more from me, but I would be lying if I didn't admit that at least a small part of me was disappointed we hadn't met yet.

I wasn't ready to sleep with her, but putting a face to that sexy voice was something I desired. Touching her and feeling her touch too, was something I wanted very much.

She called twice the next day, each time with specific instructions. It was amazing how comfortable I was lying there with my legs wide open, showing her my pussy and clit. Each time I came hard, and by the time I fell asleep Sunday night, I was well rested and relaxed enough to face the upcoming work week.

I should have been excited to be working on the wrestling video game, and really I was; I just wasn't looking forward to working with Candy or two unknown artists. My intern experiences in college had taught me that sometimes artists could be snobby or eccentric—or just plain weird.

These people were none of those. They were smart and funny, and I had to agree with Candy's assessment: they were hot.

The first time the four of us met was Monday morning. I didn't know exactly what I was expecting, but what was waiting for me in the conference room wasn't it.

These people looked like they had stepped out of the pages of fashion and style magazine. Both were extremely attractive and very well dressed in designer clothes. One was very well built—his confident posture making him seem much taller than his six-foot frame. With wavy brown hair and soft brown eyes, he seemed much less intimidating when he smiled. He didn't seem to fit the stereotype of a nerdy graphic artist. I wondered briefly what my Mistress' body size was. It seemed I couldn't go more than five minutes anymore without thinking of her. But she wasn't here.

"Hi, you must be Candice and Camila. I'm Shane," he said, stepping toward us and extending his hand. I would have been afraid to shake it if it weren't for the twinkle in his eyes. Instead of crushing mine, he held it gently and smiled.

"Mila," I said, smiling.

Candy pushed her way in front of me and took his hand. "And you can call me Candy, you know, really sweet but sometimes sticky."

Shane just looked at her like she was insane and then looked to the other person who was doing her best not to laugh but had the cutest grin on her face.

"That's my sister, Lauren," Shane said, taking his hand from Candy.

I didn't think that they looked like brother and sister at all, other than having the same pale skin tone. Lauren was less taller than Shane, and though still toned, her body was lean. Her hair was jet black and a lot longer, but it had the same wave as Shane's. Lauren's eyes were a lighter shade of green, and as I looked at them, I noticed how brilliant the whites were. They were both very attractive looking and not at all what I was expecting.

Lauren looked at me and smiled. "Hello," she said, and my body instantly went rigid. Her voice reminded me so much of my Mistress.

"Well, hello," Candy simpered as she shook her hand. I still couldn't move.

"Are you alright?" Shane asked me.

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't very well tell him that I couldn't stop thinking about my Mistress, or that everything reminded me of her to the point that I thought his sister's voice was the voice of the woman who I performed sexual acts for on the phone. The idea was ridiculous. Lauren and Candy were both staring at me.

"I'm fine," I said as convincingly as I could.

Candy looked annoyed, but Lauren looked concerned. "That's good," he replied. Once again, her voice made me think of Mistress, but I quickly pushed the thought away. Maybe they had the same slight accent. It was unlikely, but not impossible.

The rest of the day went well as Lauren and Shane outlined their plans and told Candy and I what we would be doing on the project.

By Wednesday, we were well into our groove and I no longer thought of my Mistress every time Lauren spoke. It turned out that both she and Shane were really nice, along with being smart and good looking. They allowed Candy and I to do much more than I'd expected, and they treated us like equals, asking our opinions frequently.

Candy was shameless in throwing herself at both Shane and Lauren. Her outfits got more revealing each day. If her blouses got any more low-cut, her nipples would be showing, and I was certain I wasn't the only one who had seen her panties when she bent over while wearing her almost nonexistent skirt. The only thing that was more amusing than watching Candy throw herself at them, was watching them shoot her down.

I swore I heard Shane mention something about being diabetic, and that he was positive that if he had any candy, it would kill him.

I might have even wondered about their sexual orientation if they hadn't each asked me out. Yesterday, Shane had asked me if I wanted to go to lunch with him. Lauren looked like she wanted to kill him until I said no. I had thought that she was concerned with employee fraternization until she asked me out, as well.

I have to admit that I thought Lauren was attractive, but I thought it was more the fact that she reminded me of my Mistress than anything specific about her. My Mistress had never told me that I couldn't date, but somehow it didn't feel right. And, to my relief, Lauren didn't seem to be upset at my refusal.