Chapter 143: Soirée, not movie set
"Everything alright in there," asked Miranda.
"Yes, everything is fine," Jack replied. "I’ll be out in a few minutes. We were just having a private conversation."
"Okay," replied Miranda, a hint of humor in her tone. She could tell from their connection just what kind of "conversation" he and Samantha had been having.
He gave Samantha a light smack on her ass and said, "Enough playtime for now. I need to try on this first outfit."
She made a noise of assent that was half moan, then got up from her knees and went to the first display, removed the slacks and handed them to him. While he put on the slacks, she retrieved the shirt.
While he was buttoning the shirt, she "helped" him tuck the shirt into his slacks, making sure to grab his ass and caress his still half hard cock while she was at it.
After changing into the first displayed outfit, he walked outside and down the hall to the alcove, Samantha following behind him.
Miranda made a noise of appreciation. Though he was sure at least half that appreciation was for the visible bulge in his slacks.
Lydia tried to hide her smirk when she caught the direction of Miranda’s gave.
"What’s your mom’s ETA?" he asked Miranda as he examined himself in the mirror.
"She’ll be here in a few minutes," replied Miranda.
The outfit looked good, but it didn’t feel like him. He wasn’t sure why, but the outfit left him with the impression he was headed for a smokey back room to play poker.