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Fitting Session (XE)

"Nathalie, what does the rest of the day look, schedule wise?" Gabriel asked from his podium, folding his hands behind his back.

Nathalie picked up her tablet from her desk, and adjusted her glasses. She came to his stand at his side. "All of your meetings have been completed for the day. Your only other commitment is dinner with Adrien. You have a lot of free time today, sir." She reported, looking up to him and into his eyes.

Gabriel looked at her. "Wonderful. Thank you, Nathalie."

She nodded silently as she began to return to her desk, just across the room. He thought to himself, the other week he said he would make his dear Nathalie some nice lingerie. He's usually a busy man- but since he seems to have an unusually slow day today. Today, he can get started on that- but of course, it would be better to work with the real deal.

"Nathalie, do you remember what happened last week?"

Upon the mention of that, Nathalie's face flushed with red. "What about it, sir?"

"I said that perhaps in the near future, I will make you some nice lingerie for you. Your taste is exquisite, and I'm sure that I can deliver."

"To your tastes or to mine?"

"Yours of course. Well, and perhaps mine too." He teased her. She laughed dryly as she stood back up.

"So I suppose that means you will need my measurements."

"Almost. Come here. I made several designs already." He beckoned her to join him by his side again. She did so at once, and was shocked to see that he had drawn at least four variations, all with her as his muse. In fact, there was more than just those- he had used her as a muse for an upcoming line. She was quite flattered, to say the least. All of them were very nice- Gabriel is quite a talented artist. "Tell me, which one do you like best?"

"Well... they're all lovely, sir. I personally like Option B best, though."

He swore to himself that he learned something new about her everyday. She had selected his personal favorite as well- a red, sheer lace bra, with a bow between the cups- and with a pair of panties to match, of course. The real treat was the garter belt that he had chosen as a last minute addition. He was going to very much enjoy the final product on her. "An excellent choice, if I say so myself. Now, we go take measurements. Come along. I'm not about to measure you out here."

She nodded, as he began to lead the way to one of his many "design and inspiration rooms". This one was a bit smaller than the rest, with purple and black striped walls. Upon entering, she noticed that there was a small table and sewing machine in the corner, and shelves of fabric on every wall. She was impressed that something could look like a mess, yet extremely organized at once. She closed the door behind her.

"I'm going to ask you to remove all your clothes. It'll be for most accurate measurements, considering the garment type." He said, rummaging around on the small table to look for a tape measure.

"Yes sir." Heat slowly rose to her cheeks again as she kicked off her heels. She removed her clothes, one by one, tossing them all to the floor in a small pile. She remained in a basic white bra and cotton panties. He approached her with tape measure in hand. He began to unwrap it, and while doing so, he began to picture her form in the lingerie he designed. It was only causing his lustful thoughts to grow with each passing second. He began to measure, first wrapping the tape measure around her back, under arms and across the top of her breasts. He made a mental note of the measurement, and repeated the same measurement- now across the fullest part of her bust.

He headed back to his desk and wrote down her numbers, before returning for part two of measuring. He knelt down, making sure to measure around her waist, upper and lower thigh. As he measured her, his mind was running wild with how he wanted to touch her, admire her... press her to the wall and make her moan his name in her sweet voice. As he stood up to put away the tape measure, Nathalie eyed him and caught a glimpse- all those lustful thoughts had gotten to him, as evident by the straining of his pants.