This is an erotic story about young successful River getting over a break up with the help of her roommates; Jason a bartender and childhood friend and Kyle, a Reserved but hot librarian she befriended in collage.
(The story is very minimal)
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River woke up the next morning refreshed and satisfied, she was glad she cleared things up with her roommates and excited about their new agreement. She had a lay-in as she had a late start that day and once she felt her caffeine withdrawal kick in, she stepped out of her room and made herself a nice cup of coffee. She didn't see her roommates in the common areas. So she got ready and headed to work. She decided to wear a pink mini-skirt and a white blouse, thigh-high stockings and heeled boots. She wore a leather jacket.
Once she had arrived at work she started doing her assistant checklist. Making sure Steven had his coffee, that all the designs had been filed correctly, and that she answered emails. Just stuff that would make her job a bit easier when working with Steve. Steven was a nice guy, in his mid-thirties. He was tall, slim, with below shoulder length slightly curly black hair. He was mostly clean-shaven, but occasionally he'd let his beard grow out. He was not a hard person to work for, he was just an artist, a bit erratic. He had strange methods sometimes but River enjoyed seeing how his mind works and how he creates his pieces. He never overworked her or made her do things crazy early in the morning or late at night, even if that's something most personal assistants would have to do.
Steven arrived at the studio just before noon, that's another thing she liked about the job, Steven was not a morning person and neither was she. She and Steven got along for the most part unless she stood at the wrong place at the wrong time. He wasn't much of a talker, very reserved, and not anything like what she had imagined a fashion designer to be, in her mind, Steven would be someone closer to Stanly Tucci from The Devil Wears Prada, but in reality, he was much more manly. Just a guy into fashion... He started sketching designs for his next collection. River just continued answering emails and phone calls, if Steven asked for something she grabbed it for him, but she stayed mostly out of his way. After a few hours, Steven moved on to pinning fabrics together to see how they'd look with each other or on the figure. As he did that he started pinning the fabrics to the manikin, quickly getting agitated by it and waving River over. "Yes sir," she asked as she hopped over to him. He looked her up and down, removing the fabric from the manikin and holding it against Rivers's body, humming as he did so.
"My manikin doesn't feel right today" his voice was smooth and mature. "I'll need you to step in for a little while" He finished his thought and River nodded reluctantly, just another erratic artist moment. She stepped in the place of the manikin, Steven started to pin fabrics onto her clothes and, after a few minutes shook his head again. "We'll need to lose the clothes, they bulk you out," he said, instructing her to strip. She looked at him wide-eyed, confused by the idea and how it would be executed. "Come on River. You're a model, you should be used to your body being on show" "Fair enough" she shrugged as she started unbuttoning her blouse and slipping out of her skirt. Placing them on a nearby chair, then stepping out of her booths, reaching for her stocking before she heard Steve. "The stockings are fine* he waved her over, she pulled her stockings back up to her mid-thigh and walked over, she was wearing a matching black set, and Steven started draping fabrics on her, instructing her to hold onto it in some places.
