Scene from the first lady
A scene from "The First Lady" in which Katie seduces the agent in charge of protecting her. From book 3 of the Cult of Beauty series about a supermodel's erotic awakening:
“One day, I finally saw an opening. I had asked Alain to show me his weights routine, and he suggested that he spot me while I bench pressed a barbell. This was perfect. He stood behind me as I lay down on the bench on my back. His hands were occupied with protecting me from the weight, his feet were spread apart for stability, and my head was near his groin. I looked up and I could see in his eyes that he was enjoying looking at me. I had been dressing more and more provocatively for my workouts to stoke the agents’ interest.
So on this particular day, I was wearing a tiny pair of nylon shorts from which I had removed the lining. On top, I chose a scoop-necked t-shirt that showed off my cleavage, and was quasi see-through when wet because it was made of such thin cotton. The shorts molded my ass like a second skin, and didn’t even cover it entirely, revealing the curve of my butt cheeks a little at the bottom. We had already spent 40 minutes on the elliptical machine working up a good sweat, so my entire body was gleaming and slick. I became turned on during these exertions, as usual, watching Alain’s hot, hard body move on his machine, imagining what it would feel like against mine.
I did a few reps on the bench with my attentive agent spotting me. He could not help staring at my heaving breasts as I bench-pressed the heavy weight (for me) up and down. As I thought about seducing him, my nipples hardened and began poking through my sweat-soaked top. Then, as he was easing the weight back onto its rack, I took a deep breath and reached back with one hand. I let my fingers glide along the inside of Alain’s leg, slipping them inside his nylon workout shorts. I looked up at him to gauge his reaction. I was being very forward.
A bead of sweat was trickling down the poor agent’s temple, and he eyed me with a barely disguised desire, a look I was familiar with in men. But he forced himself to step back and put up his hands, saying, “Madame, it saddens me to say this, but the rules don’t allow us to have intimate physical contact.” I knew he wanted me, had similar feelings to mine, but was trained to be professional. He could get fired for the transgression.
I half turned, and propping myself up on an elbow, smiled at him. His erection was plain to see, bulging against the nylon of his shorts, and I was as mesmerized as a kid looking at an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day."
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