As always thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526. These characters have a bit of a history, but the story should still work even if you have not been following their adventures.
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The package arrived at three in the afternoon, late by Victor's standard. Fiona noticed the driver was cute, and wondered if Victor had arranged for that detail as well. It was possible that someone who could pass for Thor dropped the box off, or perhaps someone had given fate a little help. Either way, she stood in the doorway and watched until the boxy truck disappeared from sight, wondering if he had another job as stripper, he certainly had the body for it. As she turned to walk back into the house the anxiety that accompanied her outings with Victor made its presence known. It wasn't a bad thing, it was similar to the feeling she had when riding a roller coaster for the first time. It was the same combination of fear and desire she felt as the car slowly inched up to the first big drop. Sometimes she felt like she was in the front car, and sometimes the back. This time she wasn't sure, but the contents of the box would be the first clue.
Normally she would open a package in the kitchen where it was easier to dispose of the packaging, but today she took it back to the bedroom and set it on her dresser. She considered leaving the box until after she put her makeup on, but decided to see what the outfit looked like before settling on a look. Fiona pulled her T shirt over her head, for some reason she had adopted the custom of getting naked before opening Victor's boxes. When the shirt hit the floor, she reached back and unfastened her bra, then let it fall to the ground as well. She unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them and her panties down, letting gravity take over once the garments got past her knees. The image of her nude body stared back at her in the mirror. If she had not been expecting the delivery she would not have bothered getting dressed after showering. When she was home alone she rarely got dressed until she left the house, and sometimes when Frank was home she would remain topless.
The swelling from the Brazilian wax was gone, and she had no doubt that Victor would appreciate the fact that her sex was complete exposed. Usually she made do with a razor when Frank wanted her hairless, but there was no denying that waxing resulted in smoother skin. There wasn't even a hint of stubble, she observed as she ran her fingers over her newly bald skin. The moment her fingers brushed against her soft flesh the temptation began its siren's song. Seconds later her nipples began to swell and a grin spread across her face. She looked at her reflection and nodded. Victor would be pleased.
The sound of her phone ringing startled her out of her nascent fantasy. She glanced down at it, fully prepared to let it go to voicemail, but when she saw it was him calling she decided to answer.
"I see the package arrived," Victor said.
"Hello, I'm doing fine, how are you," she replied, a bit annoyed. His direct nature was both a blessing and a curse.
"I'm better now, what do you think of the outfit?"
"I haven't opened the box yet."
"What are you waiting for?"
"I had to take my other clothes off first."
"Had to?"
She laughed, "Yes, don't you take off one set of clothes before you put new ones one?"
"So you are naked?" he inquired.
"Yes, very much so, thanks to you," she said, dropping her free hand back to where it had been before he called.
"I'm told they do good work there."
"They do, I feel as smooth as silk, oh, so smooth."
"What are you doing?"
"Just appreciating what you arranged for," she purred.
"Could you be a bit more specific?"
"I could," she said, grinning, "but I won't." There was a hint of strain in his voice and she decided to exploit the fact that she was in control for now.
"You know I don't tolerate..."
"Disobedience?" she teased, then spread her legs apart.
"Yes, there will be consequences."
"I know, but I bet just knowing that I'm naked and touching my pussy is making you hard," she said as she spread her lips apart. It was entirely possible he would make her re-enact what she was doing while he watched, but for now they would both have to use their imaginations.
There was no doubt in his mind that the correct thing to do was hang up the phone, but he rationalized that her actions would justify what he would do to her later. It was tempting to demand that she tell him exactly what she was doing, but he chose to remain silent and listen. The sound of her breathing fueled his imagination, perhaps more than her words ever could.
Fiona let her eyelids drop, but didn't shut them. She could still see her naked body in the mirror, but her mind added the image of him behind her. He was standing with his hands at his side, dressed in a snug white V-neck T-shirt and tight button fly jeans. In his left hand was a black leather flogger. She set the phone on the dresser and pressed the button for speaker phone, wondering if it would pick up the sound of her fingers as they slipped into her pussy. She didn't consider herself an exhibitionist, but the idea of putting on a bit of a show suddenly sounded very appealing. With her left hand she cupped her breast and with her right she stroked the soft pink flesh between her legs.
"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned, and in her fantasy he took a few steps forward, the thin tendrils of the flogger swishing back and forth. Goosebumps began to form and she wished Victor could somehow teleport himself into the room. Lifting her hand she draped her fingers on her shoulder, then slid them downward, pretending they were the leather strips of the flogger. When the pads of her fingers brushed against the swollen nipple she lifted her hand again and slapped the side of her breast. A pleasant tingling sensation began to form behind her navel. With two fingers she encouraged the budding climax, spreading the lips of her pussy apart and pressing her thumb into the newly smooth skin above her clitoris. Taking a breath, she felt her breasts rise up. With a light touch, she followed the contours of her body, starting on the outside edge of her right breast and finishing by tugging on the nipple of her left one.
"Ah, yes," she said. She wasn't talking to the Victor that was on the phone, but to the one she imagined standing behind her. She could feel his stern gaze and imagined the sting of the flogger on her ass, making her pay the price for her defiance. Her right hand took on a life of its own, two fingers plunging deep into her pussy over and over again.
After pulling the amber skin of her nipple taut she let go, then slapped her hand down onto her tit hard enough to make it sting. Before the sensation faded she was sliding a hand down her body, then lifted it again and delivered an open handed blow to her ass.
She had forgotten about the phone that was sitting on the dresser, inches from her sex and she loudly thrust her fingers deep into her pussy. As her climax grew closer she slapped her breast, and then pinched the amber pebble that topped it. In her mind it was Victor's flogger that made the skin on her breast sting. She imagined his lips inches from her ear, demanding that she make herself come for him.
The sound from the phone was driving him wild with desire. Not only could he hear her breathing transition from slow and deep to rapid and shallow, but he could also hear the wet sound as she fingered her pussy. He had seen her naked enough that picturing her body was easy. The image that came to mind was her standing next to the bed, bent at the waist with her hands on the mattress. Her breasts swayed slightly as she rocked her ass from side to side. He imagined her cheeks spread slightly, teasing him. There were several things that he knew were off limits, but one of them was a constant in his fantasies. His cock ached as he focused on the mental image of her taunting him.
"Oh, oh fuck, I'm going to come," she moaned. As a cloud of euphoria closed in around her she thought she heard a grunt emanate from the phone, but it might have been her imagination. Her knees grew weak and she put one hand on the dresser to keep from falling over. As her climax faded away and the fog of her fantasy parted she looked down at the phone.
"Are you done?" Victor asked, sounding a bit weary.
"For now," she replied.
"Did you come for me?"
"Yes," she answered dutifully, and considered asking him the same question, but decided not to.
"You better get ready, I'll pick you up in two hours."
The phone clicked and the phone call was over. Fiona looked at her reflection in the mirror, she was covered in sweat. "Shit, I need another shower."
Feeling refreshed she once again approached the box, this time avoiding the mirror and thus the temptation of another fantasy. She spread the clothes out on the bed. The labels were high end, but the actual outfit bordered on slutty. The skirt was quite short, the bra was sheer and low-cut, she wasn't sure it would actually cover her nipples completely. The blouse looked like it would be a loose fit and would probably show plenty of cleavage. The most unusual part of the ensemble was the underwear. She expected a thong, but instead he had sent her what looked like boy shorts. She put them on first, and the selection made a bit more sense. Like the bra the material was very thin, and the fit was quite snug. The outline of her labia were quite clear; apparently Victor was a fan of camel toe. Next on was the bra, which covered her nipples, but just barely, as she expected. When she finished dressing she opened the shoe box. As usual, Victor's choice of footwear was excellent; a cute pair of heels that were just tall enough to make her legs looks good, but short enough to be comfortable. She took the blouse off and went back into the bathroom to put on her makeup. When she saw her reflection in the mirror she smiled at how she looked. The bra was quite sexy; she hoped she got to keep it on long enough for Victor to get his money's worth out of it.
With ten minutes to spare she finished her makeup and put the blouse back on. As she suspected, it showed off her breasts but managed to cover the bra. When Victor arrived she was sitting in the front room flipping through one of Frank's magazines.
"Good evening Fiona," Victor said when she opened the door.
"Good evening Victor," she replied, taking him in. He was wearing almost exactly what she had dressed him in for her fantasy; snug fitting jeans and a T shirt, but instead of a white V neck it was a black crew neck with his company's logo on the front. A pair of casual leather shoes and matching belt finished the outfit.
"Where are we going tonight?" she asked.
"I thought we would go play some pool, and if the food there isn't up to your standards we can have a late dinner somewhere."
"And then?" she inquired.
"That all depends on you."
They walked out to his car, a Land Rover. Even though the back windows were tinted she could see that the rear seats were folded flat and there appeared to be a few blankets spread out, or perhaps covering something up. He opened her door for her, and shut it once she was seated, then walked around and got in.
"The outfit looks even better than I imagined," he said as he started the car.
"Thanks. You hung up before I got a chance to look at it."
"That call was, uh, intense. I wasn't sure if you would ever get dressed if I stayed on."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"Not at all," he replied, visions of a weekend with her at a clothing optional resort filling his head, "but I wanted you to get some use out of the clothes."
Throughout the duration of the trip she expected him to turn on to a deserted road and order her into the back of the vehicle. She was a bit surprised that the journey was uninterrupted.
When he told her they were going to play pool she envisioned a smoke filled room full of shady characters, but when he turned off the road she realized they were at a country club.
"This isn't a pool hall," she observed.
"It is tonight. The club got tired of casino nights as a charity fund raiser, so they brought in some billiard tables."
Any concern she had about being under dressed faded as they walked across the parking lot. The cars were upscale, but the people getting out of them didn't appear to be. Some of them were dressed casually, but others had decided to embrace the theme and wore the trappings of the stereotypical pool shark. Fiona saw both men and women carrying the distinctive case of a pool cue.
