Primal Impulse (COMPLETED!)

16. Beg

    I walked into my room to get Stacy. I hadn't heard from her and it was passed the time I wanted to leave. She was sitting on the couch in the greeting room, looking down at her knees.

    "Is that what you think you're wearing?" She was dressed in jeans and a flowy top. Very casual and not at all meant for going to the club.

    "S-sorry Master, I-I didn't know wh-what to wear."

    I sighed at my own stupidity. Of course she wouldn't know what to wear, and even if she did, I don't think she would enjoy wearing it. I motioned for her to come forward and grabbed her arm and pulled her behind me. A few steps down the hall, she had caught on to the notion that she needed to keep up and we marched all the way to Richard's room. It was his day off, the ones that he had bargained for and it pleased me that I would have to call on him.

    I knocked heavily on his door, only to have him fling it open. His face went from pissed to calm in two seconds flat.

    "Richard, I need Ms. Stacy here ready to accompany me to Club Bare." I shoved her forward with much resistance.

    "Well I don't have any clothes she can borrow, I'm not exactly the short skirt wearing type."

    I don't know why he thought his day off meant he could skip formalities, but with one stern look he quickly and politely added on, "Master Stoic."

    "I know you know who goes out on their days off, and I know you know what size a girl is just by looking at her. You may be ugly, but you sure do get around."

    Richard slightly grinned, then eyed up Stacy who was looking down and trying to cover herself without looking like it. Richard snapped his fingers and walked three doors down. He didn't even bother to knock as he waltzed in the room and started through some drawers.

    "This should do just fine." He grinned wide and held up some black fabric that would give Stacy a heart attack.

    "Something with a little more coverage for our virgin friend Richard."

    His grin liked to have split his face with the mention of virgin. He tossed the garments to the ground and went to the closet, flicking hangers to one side until he found what he wanted.

    He pulled out a dark blue lace dress that looked way to small. It was short and only had a second layer of fabric that covered from breast to mid thigh in the front and in the back it swooped down the top of the butt. It was a quarter sleeve number with a high neckline of lace.

    "It stretches. See." Richard pulled it from the hanger and gave it a tug.

    "Shoes?"

    He pulled out a simple nude high heel and tossed them both on the bed.

    I turned to Stacy as I pulled Richard out by the elbow. "Get changed and come out when you're done." Once the door closed, I started in on Richard before he could make a comment to me.

    "I always knew you were gay, but this confirms it."

    "Not at all, it just means I've been around a lot of women."

    "Only gay men can match shoes to an outfit so easily."

    "Nude goes with anything! Everybody knows that."

    I laughed at him. "I didn't until just now."

    Richard starting talking but changed the words at the end when the door opened. "Man fuck... me."

    "Only gay people beg for fucking from the same sex Richard." I was keeping cool on the outside, but on the inside I had just died and gone to hell. Stacy would be putting me through the worst kind of torture in this outfit. Her legs looked a mile long and the dark color brought out the smooth cream of her skin. Every. Vampires. Dream. Was right in front of me, and I couldn't sleep. God damn. I mean Jesus. Shit.

    Black eye liner surrounded her eyes and her eyelashes were thick making her blue eyes explode in color. Her lips were slightly pink and glossy. She had swept her light blonde hair over to one shoulder and had it pinned somehow to stay there. I had never seen her with makeup, never seen her fix her hair more than brush it, or put it up if she was really cleaning something.

    The dress held tight to her skin, showing every subtle contour and devastating curve. I willed my body not to move forward to trace her outline with every inch of me. Her skin might have been more than covered, but the lace was a false feeling of comfort for her and a rippling tease for me.

    "Where do I put my clothes?" She had a bundle of fabric in her hand that I had just now noticed when she had mentioned clothes, pulling me out of my play land of her.

    "Just leave them on the bed. I'll get you some new ones."

    She turned around to set the clothes down and I couldn't stop staring at her ass. It was perfect. That's how good it was that I couldn't even describe it properly, but the sight was being hindered.

    "Take off your underwear. The dress is so tight I can see panty lines." I closed the door on a blushing, wide eyed Stacy. God that look never gets old.

    "Who's the gay one now. Men don't know about panty lines."

    "It's self explanatory. The lines of a panty. Any idiot would know what it is once they heard the word." I gave Richard a you're-stupid look.

    I can't deny that I sometimes miss messing with Richard. We didn't do it much anymore what with me being his master and all. But with being his boss meant that he couldn't be a dick to me, and I liked him more for it.

    "Richard you want to go too? It would be good for you to get some insight for the upcoming business."

    "Really?"

    "Yeah I could use a driver."

    Richard gave me a stink eye then headed to his door, causally throwing over his shoulder, "Be ready in a minute."

Pic of dress at the top.  It's not exactly what I had imagined, but it is pretty damn close.  The model is not what Stacy looks like, so ignore the tanned skin and brown hair.

Happy new years!!  I'm only like 12 hours late, but whatever.