Home for the Weekend by Nicole Ryan Page B

me something nice about yourself, or flirt with me or something?” I asked.
    “You want me to flirt with you?” He asked.
    Come on, really Chastity? Be a professional. I thought before exploding into nearly indecipherable babble.
    “Well, not really, just like… can we get into character now so that I can warm up to you, I don’t even know you and I was really excited to come in and do this earlier because I’ve been doing modeling for a while now and well it was time for a change and this seemed to be the natural step forward but since I got here and started thinking about it it’s really a lot more than I’d anticipated and I-“
    Jesse flicked his cigarette over the side of the balcony, before wrapping his arms about my waist and crushing me to his front, bowing me back until my hair dangled over the balcony, his left knee was between my legs, his warm thigh firmly planted against my pubic bone, and surprisingly my pussy began to throb. The action was so swift and sudden that it caught me off guard and for a moment I could only stare at his face as his lips pressed against mine, massaging them gently, but never separating them. He had clear, light olive skin, and curly brown hair that came down into attractive sideburns along his distinguished jaw which was dusted with carefully manicured stubble. He had a long nose and a noble brow that made it seem like he’d stepped right out of an old Hollywood movie and into this decade. When he pulled away from me, his blue-green eyes were sparkling and he smirked at me before putting his thumb on my chin and tipping it up a little.
    “You’ll be fine.” He said kindly, and then released my chin before he turned to go back inside.
    ***
    I pulled the outrageously thick green panty hose up my thighs, hopping and fighting to get them in place, they came up nearly to my breasts. I rolled my eyes and let my exhausted arms sag at my side for a moment as I stared into the mirror and removed my bra. My cheeks were glowing, flushed with excitement, and trepidation, I closed my eyes and placed my hands on the small sink. I took several cleansing breaths before I righted myself and made sure the lines of my hose were lined up perfect before securing my little black flats, and pulling the green dress over my head. The sexy little elf dress hugged me everywhere, but I laughed when I looked in the mirror. Did they raid Peter Pan’s closet? The thought lifted my spirits, and I felt a small bit of relief. I plopped the green Santa hat on my head, its white ball dangled at my ear and I shook my head and pursed my lips as I gazed at myself in the mirror. Everyone’s gotta start somewhere.
    I hurried into the great room, there were several people waiting for me, and I apologized while I tried to keep the elf hat on my head. Jesse was standing with his arms across his chest, talking to a stout man in a baseball cap, with a ruddy, but friendly look to him. One ankle was draped over the other as he leaned his shoulder against the wall and nodded, focused on what the man was saying. I was just able to make out the end of what he told Jesse.
    “She’s going to be nervous . No matter how many pictures she’s done, she hasn’t had sex with any of her co-workers on camera yet. Just play on that and make her as comfortable as you can.”
    Jesse’s eyes slid over to mine briefly before they returned to the man speaking to him, I couldn’t hear anything more that he said, and with a final nod and words of understanding Jesse slipped away.
    To my right a large man dressed as Santa came sauntering over to the overly large Santa chair, where he planted himself with a hefty sigh. My eyes widened, there was no mention of having sex with two people. I was in no way consenting to that. Not my first time at le ast. I hurried over to the older gentleman I’d seen Jesse talking to.
    “Excuse me ?” I asked keeping my voice very quiet.
    “Yes?” He asked leaning toward me over the papers in his