Page 117 of Now Their Starlet

She lets out a small huff that I swear is her biting back a sharp retort before bending at the waist. She leans a hand against the wall for balance.

The hem of her skirt rides up. It’s long enough that it isn’t indecent, but the tantalizing reveal of her bare thighs is still thrilling.

“Now, lift up the hem of your dress and position it so it doesn’t fall down until I give you permission to stand straight.”

Her breathing has gone a little shaky as she reaches back with a hand and pulls up the hem of her dress so it’s resting on her waist, exposing her ass in a pair of dark blue lace panties.

“Oh, how pretty,” I hum. “Is this for me?”

“Maybe—” she says, her voice trembling. “You said—you said everyone did a bit of shopping for me. I tried to figure out what underwear you picked out.”

I couldn’t hold back my smile if I tried.

“Ahhh, I see. Well... this was certainly a good guess. I’m never one to complain about such a thoughtful gift, but you are incorrect.”

“Which—which ones did you get for me, then?” she asks, bracing herself against the door with both hands now.

“The thongs.”

“Why those?”

“Because I like the idea of you soaking through a tiny scrap of fabric—they aren’t big enough for you to wear a de-scenting pad with, which means you’ll be walking around absolutely dripping.”

The confession hangs heavy in the air. It’s not something I thought I would’ve shared with her. I wouldn’t have wanted to overwhelm her. But now? With her bent over, her dress hiked up over her hips, flashing me those lace panties she put on with me in mind? I’d tell her anything.

“Oh,” she breathes out, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. It’s an unintentional movement, but with her positioned the way she is, it has my mouth going dry.

“Now I want you to reach back and take off your panties. Slowly. You’re giving me a show, remember?”

She hooks her thumbs in the waistband and pulls them down. Inch by inch she bares herself to me until I can see her glistening folds between her legs.

“Good girl. Now, step out of them. You can stand straight now.”

She stands, her panties dangling from a finger as she turns to face me.

“Give them to me,” I murmur.

Despite her brattiness, she really is quite obedient.

When she hands them to me, I lift them up to my nose and take in a deep inhale. The sweetness of her slick is mixed with the gentle musk that’s all her.

“Wait! What’re you doing! That’s—that’s weird!”

My hand shoots out, gripping her face once more.

“Do you think you are you allowed to tell me what to do?”

“Mm-mm,” she says, shaking her head.

“Right. If I want to smell your slick, then I will. Now, open your mouth.”

“You’re—you’re being serious?”

“As a heart attack.” I crumple her panties into a ball and press them against her lips. They really are soaked through.

She lets out a shaky exhale before parting her lips.

I push the fabric gently into her mouth. It’s thin enough that it doesn’t make her cheeks puff out, so there won’t be a risk of choking, especially since I’m not preventing her from spitting them out if she needs to.