Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... reached her breaking point. “I’m sick to death of the game. Our deal didn’t call for me to hand over all my pride. This is the tackiest piece of them all. And the others are worse. I won’t do it. You want me to model clothes? Well then, I’ll pick out which ones. Other than that, you can go to hell.”

Aiden stared at her.

Daisy folded her arms and glared back. “What do you expect? Apparently you think small town means small brain. You’re trying to debase me, humiliate me. I’m not stupid. And frankly, Aiden, this peep show is pathetic, even for you.”

“All right, Daisy. Help yourself.”

“I choose?” she asked.

“You choose.”

She smiled. “Be right back.”

He watched her run back behind the curtain. Chewing on his bottom lip, he continued with his coin play. His chest was tight with indecision.

Daisy reappeared in a black spaghetti-strap dress. It tastefully outlined her figure, her curves. She picked out stylish pumps to match. Fixing her hair, she turned and gave him a suggestive look. He had to admit she looked very nice. “Well?” she said, hands upturned

“Sexy. I liked the other better though.”

“Yeah, well of course you did. There’s nothing to that dress. This….” She turned and checked it again in the mirror. “…now this is class.” She walked in a full circle, inspecting her figure from all angles. “It’s not quite right is it?”

“No. It’s not quite right.”

She looked up at him in the mirror. “Mr. Keane? Where are we going next? It will help me ...

... decide.”

“An early dinner.”

“Ah, okay. Be right back.”

She rushed off. Aiden waited.

Daisy re-emerged in a red strapless dress with a puffed hem. She put on a pair of red and gold wrap-around heels that made her feet sparkle. “Tah-Dah!” she grinned. She loved the dress. She loved the feel, the fit. Hell, she loved everything. “I bet I could sew this.” She stepped up to the mirror smoothing her hands over her flat tummy.

“You sew too?”

“I sure do,” she announced proudly. She dropped her hands to her hips, nibbled on her bottom lip. “So what do you think?”

“Red isn’t my favorite color on you. Again, that first dress—”

“Is out of the question. Be right back!”

She rushed off.

Aiden’s phone rang. He plucked it from his front pocket. “Keane here.”

“Hey, sugar, it’s me.”

“What do you need?” he said dryly.

“Just reporting in. You still want that favor?”

“Is he with you?”

Andy looked over at Pete from her seat at the bar. He sat there while Peaches flapped her butt cheeks at him from the stage. “Oh yes, he’s with me.”

Aiden smiled. “Good. Then do what I asked.”

He looked up just as Daisy re-emerged in a dress that was made for her. Andy said something else, but he didn’t hear. Lowering the phone, he shut it off. Daisy smiled and stepped to him.

“I bet you like this one.”

Aiden found it hard to speak. The dress had been cut from royal purple chiffon silk. Material draped across her breasts from either side of her hips and up to her ...