I Bet On Losing Dogs

New Romance

Your heart sings to see a familiar face. You do look for Marc too, but Ricci gives a sympathetic smile. "It's just me today. I can do it all. Marc was booked already." You give her a long hug. It feels like forever ago. She hugs you back, squeezing you. Her red hair is a little faded, turning a mauve-ish pink. Her brown eyes are a little teary when she pulls away. "Honestly, I'm happy to see you're alive." She does the usual walk around before smiling. "You also don't look like you're dying, so I'll take it as a good sign."

You hold her hand and beam. "I'm just happy to see a friendly face." Her brow dips up as she looks behind you. Bruce stands near the shadows at the bottom of the stairs. He's expressionless but still a bit menacing. Ricci looks over at you, scoffing. "You are good, right?" Your smile widens as you take her hands. "Yes, of course."

Bruce steps towards the light, a small grin on his lips. "Thank you for coming at such short notice." Ricci blinks, glancing quickly at him, returning her eyes to you. "Not an issue. (Y/N) is a nice client. I can't stay too long, though. I have another client to go to for a Halloween party."

"Then let's get started," You say as you lead her to your room.

The excitement returns to her face when she sees the dresses. "The dress is more beautiful in person. You have a great eye." You wave away the compliment. "I didn't choose it myself. When I moved in with Bruce, I um didn't have all my stuff, so his main housekeepers ordered a lot of clothes for me, including fancy stuff like this."

Ricci's eyes almost bug out of her head. "Just because? Oh my god, if I could just order a whole new wardrobe without breaking the bank..." She runs her fingers for the delicate fabric. "Well, let's get to it." She puts her bag on the bed, pulling out the shawls and toppers from her pictures. "I'm going to take a quick shower," You say as she pulls out a make-up bag and other things to help get you ready. "Sure," She doesn't pay that much attention organizing her things.

You don't want to take too much time in the shower, not wanting to delay her from her other jobs. As you scrub at your skin with the moisturizing soap, you remember the contact. You wonder if he watches. The view is not sexy, at least to you. You're just taking a shower, rubbing the loofa here and there, but not in a choreographed, sexy way. You slow, unsure what to do. You don't know if you took it out if it would work the way it should once you put it back in. You take a deep breath, trying not to panic. He's seen you in more unflattering angles than this, but you don't want him to see more. You quickly finish, grabbing your towel. If he watches, he watches. You hope he doesn't.

She's sitting on the loveseat, texting when you get out. "I should be used to coming to fancy places, but I'm in awe," Ricci says once she sees you. "I feel like I stepped into someone's idea of rural Italy." She continues, sitting up and going to the bed. "His parents designed it. I don't think Bruce thought he'd come back." She flashes an intrigued look. "This is one of the guest master bedrooms." You add, starting to go to the closet for undergarments until you remember last time.

"What's wrong with the main master?" She asks, taking the red dress from the hanger. "I don't know. He probably wants to respect their space." You say with a shrug. "That makes sense." You pull your towel from your body, stepping into the dress. "Heeding my advice this time?" She asks with a laugh. You nod, "I can't take any risks. The last time was an unknown. I didn't know what the night would bring. I have ideas now, and those ideas don't involve panties." You both giggle as she zips you up. She takes a look at your front. "Do you feel secure?" You shake your head, still giggling. "Good thing I brought boob tape," Ricci asserts, heading to her bag of accessories. You hold your breasts up as she carefully pulls you together.

"Jump for me," She says, standing back, concerned. You jump a couple of times, your dress and tape holding you in place. "Good! It shouldn't hurt taking off later, but you'll be sticky." She explains, grabbing a sheer scarlet shawl. "Too much red?" She asks as you wrap yourself, looking at yourself in the mirror. "Maybe a little bit." You say, frowning. She grabs the dark oxblood topper, which blenders better.