Jessica's Epiphany

This story comprises of 16 short chapters (all written) that will be released in turn as I edit them.

Like many of the submissions on here this could have been placed in a variety of genre's; Loving Wives, Fetish, Novels & Novellas but I felt it was best suited to Exhibitionist & Voyeur.

As always constructive comments are welcome but please don't tell me where the story is going after reading one chapter.... You might be wrong!

Please remember it is just a story and like with so many of them, there are always a few liberties taken with reality.

Enjoy

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Jessica's Epiphany

~~~ Chapter 4 ~~~

I kept asking myself the same questions that I had since the shoot and kept coming up with the same answers. Answers I didn't want to hear.

"Do you want me to drop you off?"

I was towelling myself off having just got out of the shower when my husband appeared in the doorway and asked, jerking me out of my contemplation of the upcoming evening.

"Err.... yeah. If you don't mind." I checked my watch, heading to the bedroom, "Otherwise I'm going to be late."

Sitting down at my dressing table I brushed out my hair before I started on my make-up.

Applying a thick layer of mascara to my eyelashes to extend and darken them I brushed a deep bronze colour onto my eyelids and then added my eyeliner.

Satisfied with that I finished off with a little blusher and a pale pink lip gloss.

"What are you going to wear?" Following me to the bedroom Tom wanted to know as I put my cosmetics down..

"Something appropriate for the main event I suppose."

Pulling out the emerald green underwear set that I had gotten from the photo shoot I held it up against me.

"Perfect don't you think?" I said, as much to myself as to Tom.

Adding a pair of black stockings, I put the lingerie on, my husband coming into the room and sitting on the bed staring at me.

"What?" Frowning at him I asked as I fastened the nylons to the clasps on the suspender belt.

"It doesn't matter." He shrugged and answered dispiritedly.

"It does bloody matter Tom. If I end up in bed with him I want to know how it's going to affect our marriage?"

He shifted uncomfortably and just continued to stare down at the floor without answering, leaving me to turn to look through my wardrobe to choose my dress while I silently fumed at him.

'Why wouldn't he face up to the potential problems?'

My stomach felt like I had swallowed a brick and, as I stared blankly at my clothes, I wondered if I would actually be able to eat any dinner.

'Dinner!'

I wasn't sure how long I had been standing there staring at nothing but I suddenly realised I needed to finish getting dressed, otherwise I was going to be very late.

Panicking I grabbed the first thing that came to hand, a short, tight, royal blue cocktail dress, and slipped it on.

It only reached mid-thigh on me and I knew I would have to be careful sitting and standing if I didn't want to flash my stockings or even my underwear to anyone.

The thought of possibly exposing myself to a complete stranger sent an unexpected thrill straight to my loins and I felt my heart skip a beat at the mental image of someone seeing up my skirt.

'Am I really an exhibitionist?'

'If I'm not why is the idea turning me on?'

Pushing the notion aside I went back to contemplating my outfit.

The bodice was a little more conservative, although not by much.

Covering my breasts it showed a reasonable amount of cleavage, nothing too slutty, and the cups formed into wide shoulder straps that crossed over at the back.

It wasn't perfect but I wasn't sure I had time to change.

"Are you ready?"

Tom's voice brought me back to the present moment.

"Err yeah.... Just my shoes."

Slipping on my 3" strappy stilettos and a black jacket I did one final check.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I finally declared resignedly, picking up my handbag.

The drive to the hotel, the same one we had used for the shoot, took just over forty minutes and was conducted pretty much in silence; Tom concentrating on the road while I gazed unseeing out of the window.

Could I really do this? If I refused perhaps we could still get his business?

'Would we really lose everything if we didn't get the contract?'

Oblivious to anything else around me as we drove, my mind focused on that one thought.

"We're here."

Totally unaware of the time I looked up on hearing my husband's voice

We were pulling into the hotel car park and, as I stared at the entrance to the building, I immediately felt my stomach tighten while my heart began to beat a little faster.

Tom parked the car and for a minute or two I sat, trying to compose myself as I checked my hair and make-up one last time.

"I guess I'd better go then."

"Yeah you... you don't want to be late."

Pausing, my hand on the door ready to open it, I turned back towards him.

"I love you Tom? Whatever else happens just remember that."

"Jess...."

Without waiting for his answer, I stepped out of the car, hurriedly tugging the hem of my dress down to cover my exposed stocking tops, and started towards the hotel's main doors.

After taking a dozen or so steps I stopped and stared at the marble columned entrance.

'What was I doing?'

'What did Richard Danville expect from me?'

'Could I go through with it, whatever it was?'

My stomach clenched and I found myself struggling to breathe as, once more, the same thoughts that had plagued me since the presentation that afternoon returned.

It took me a moment to pull myself together but, swallowing hard, I finally forced myself forwards.

Pushing open the doors, I stepped into the modern chrome and polished wood hotel foyer. The sound of my stiletto heels clicking on the tiled floor echoed loudly in the cavernous space, announcing my arrival to the few people there.

A couple of men in suits turned to glance at me while the two immaculately made-up receptionists, in the otherwise empty area, both looked up from what they were doing and gave me the expected evil eye.

I suppose to their inquisitive stares, given the way I was dressed and the fact I was alone, was fairly unsurprising but it made me tremble with a feeling of hedonism that they probably viewed me as a whore.

However, whatever they thought they made no attempt to question me, although their eyes followed me contemptuously as I held my head up and swayed past them, my pert arse wiggling as I made my way towards the bar.

Even before I entered I could hear the background murmur of indistinct voices from inside and I stopped, a sudden panic attack overcoming me and I froze on the spot.

'

He would be inside waiting.'

'Could I do whatever it was he wanted?'

I turned to walk away only to pause after three steps, feeling as if I was about to be sick, indecision gripping me.

'

If he didn't sign we would lose everything."

Biting my lower lip, I looked apprehensively around me, my heart pounding against my ribcage as I realised I really had no choice.

Taking a deep breath, I turned around again and slowly walked into the hotel bar.

I knew I was a few minutes late and, as I expected, Richard Danville was already sitting at the far end of the bar with his back to me when I entered. The room was at least half full but I ignored several interested looks from some of the other men present and I walked directly across to him.

"Hello Richard."

Twisting around he smiled broadly and slipped off of his stool.

"Mrs Prescott, Good evening. You look stunning." He leant in and kissed my cheek, "Now what can I get you?"

"I'll have a gin and tonic please."

Smiling nervously back, I let him help me up onto a stool, making sure to tug my hemline down while he busied himself ordering another scotch, along with my drink, before settling himself next to me.

"About the contract...." I started to ask when he cut me off.

"Please Jessica let's enjoy a drink and dinner before we get down to business."

The way he enunciated the last word and smirked salaciously at me sent a shudder of trepidation up my spine.

'Down to what sort of business?'

"I... err I... I suppose so."

'You can do this Jess girl.'

Even as I said it I steeled myself to deal with whatever might happen and picked up my glass, taking a sip of my drink, trying to force myself to relax.

"I'm glad you came Jessica." He said taking a mouthful of his whisky, "I did think you might not."

I smiled charmingly, "Why?"

"A married woman having dinner alone, with an older man."

"Is there something I should be afraid of?"

"I don't know." His smirk unsettled me even more, "You can tell me at the end of the evening."

It was almost half-an-hour later that we finished our drinks and he carefully helped me down off the stool while I tried, this time unsuccessfully, not to reveal my stocking tops to the watching patrons of the bar.

"Have you eaten here before?" Richard asked me, his hand in the small of my back as he guided me towards the restaurant.

"No. Tom and I have always meant to. I've heard it's very good."

He ran his fingers lightly up my spine, sending a shiver through me.

"Then you're in for a treat, the food here is exceptional."

I noticed the dining room was almost full when we were shown through to our seats, the maître-de leaving us with a menu each to make our choices.

"Would you prefer red or white?" Looking up from the wine list Richard asked.

"Err... white, if you don't mind."

I wasn't sure what his attentions were but his well-mannered approach was leaving me more than a little disconcerted.

"White it is then."

Taking a few minutes to compose myself I kept my eyes on the menu, as if studying it carefully, still confused as to exactly what his expectations were.

Everything in front of me blurred as I struggled to focus on anything other than my worries.

"What are you going to have Jessica?" Richard's voice brought me back to the words on the menu.

"I... umm... the err.... the chicken chasseur, I think."

He nodded, "An excellent choice. I'll go for the sirloin, it's very good here."

A server brought our wine, pouring for us before taking our order and leaving us alone.

"Here's to tonight and to a successful.... collaboration." Richard raised his glass to me.

My stomach turned over and my throat went dry as, once again, the double meaning in his words sent a tremor of uneasiness through me.

"To err.... to... our... collaboration." I clinked my glass against his, "And signing the contract."

He smiled but didn't answer, leaving me still wondering anxiously about the evening as our entrées arrived; a simple prawn cocktail for me and a plate of whitebait for him.

The hotel food was every bit as good as Richard had promised it would be while the conversation, after a hesitant start, began to flow more easily.

Chatting over our meal he avoided any mention of the contract or his reasons for wanting to meet me alone and, despite my reservations, I found myself starting to relax a little as I ate

"Would you like a dessert or a coffee?" He asked when he finally put down his cutlery and sat back, smiling arrogantly at me.

I had almost forgotten why I was there but the look he gave me quickly set me back on edge.

"I'm too full for anything more to eat but a coffee would be nice."

"I agree." He waved our server across to order them.

'Was he going to proposition me now?'

'Would he want me to spend the night with him?'

'Did I really have a choice?'

All my uncertainties and fears returned and I could feel tummy tensing as we sat in silence waiting for our drinks to be served.

It wasn't until the cups were on the table and the waitress had retreated to attend to someone else that he spoke.

"I thought you were amazing the other day. Are you really sure you've never modelled before?" He finally asked as he stirred a small amount of sugar into his drink.

I shook my head, "No, never."

"Well, I'm impressed. You were very, very good."

"Thank you." I blushed at the compliment, "But most of it was Kelvin."

Studying me carefully he took a sip from his cup before changing the subject slightly.

"What did he tell you about my new online projects?"

The question took me by surprise and I paused, trying to recall exactly what our photographer had said to me.

"Err.... not very much.... Just that you had branched out into something new, some sort of online venture."

He nodded and I felt his eyes bore into me, like a predator seeking out its prey.

'Why didn't he just suggest we go up to his room?'

Gazing back at him I bit my lower lip nervously, Kelvin had warned me to be wary of him, and my stomach clenched tightly as I felt myself teetering on edge of panic all over again.

"Ah yes, the internet. I have two sites, they're online magazines actually." Richard started to explain, "One, 'The Sportsman" is more of a sports review with stories and pictures of girls in bikinis and the like."

"And the other?" Taking a sip of my own coffee I prompted him.

"Yes, the other...."

He paused clearly considering what to say before carrying on.

"The other is called X-plicit. It's basically an online version of all those old top-shelf magazines you used to find in a newsagent's shop."

I said nothing and took another mouthful of my drink, waiting for whatever it was he was going to say next.

"And I want you to pose for it Mrs Prescott."

His next sentence set my heart thumping frantically in my chest. I had some idea of the sort of pictures that featured in the old magazines he was talking about and I knew they left absolutely nothing to the readers imagination.

"But.... but I'm not a model."

"We don't want professional models. This is all about real women. We even have a section for readers to submit their own photos of their wives and girlfriends."

"I... I couldn't. I would be..."

I let my sentence tail off into silence as I pictured myself in his magazine, my womanly charms revealed to everyone as I opened my legs for the camera.

The thought of being exposed so blatantly to hundreds if not thousands of men terrified me but, what was worse, it also excited me at the same time. The instant flush of warmth between my thighs took me by surprise and I sat back in my chair, coffee cup in hand, trying to gather my muddled thoughts.

"You would be perfect. Just the sort of girl we're looking for." He attempted to reassure me, "But before you make up your mind let me show you."

Taking his phone out of his pocket he tapped at the screen and then handed it to me.

"Take a look. That's our last update to the site."

Scrolling through the pages I stared at the images open-mouthed. The girl on the screen was a beautiful redhead but it wasn't her looks that caught my attention.

Her legs were splayed wide revealing every intimate detail of her sex to the photographer's lens.

"These... these are almost..."

"Pornographic?" He grinned as he finished my sentence for me.

"I couldn't.... I mean these pictures... they're...."

Even as I started to say it my mind was imagining myself on the screen, another wave of arousal running through me, sending a flood of moisture to my pussy.

"What.... what about the other one? Couldn't I pose for that instead?"

Richard chuckled, "Oh you'll be appearing in that anyway. I've already spoken to Kelvin about using some of the pictures he took."

I sat there stunned knowing my lingerie pictures would be featured in one of his online magazines.

"That's as maybe but... I... I couldn't pose for the other one."

"Oh, I think you could Jessica. After all you are an exhibitionist aren't you?"

"I... I'm not... I...." My cheeks coloured when he confronted me with the truth.

Richard chuckled and took hold of my hand, "I think you are. Especially after the way you behaved at the photo shoot last week."

"I... I... I'm not...." I blustered, struggling to deny it.

"Go to the bathroom and undo one of the clips on your suspenders." He instructed me, grinning naughtily, "You are wearing them aren't you."

I swallowed nervously and nodded.

"Then when you come back I want you to refasten it before you sit down."

"What! I... I can't. People will see...."

"You can and you will." Richard sat back in his chair and gave me an order.

Any thought of disobeying him vanished and I felt like I had a flock of butterflies taking flight in my tummy. Barely able to breathe I stood up and apprehensively walked towards the women's restroom.

'I can do this.'

'I had been half-naked for the camera the other day.'

'It wasn't as if I'd be showing off anything more than my stockings.'

Telling myself it was nothing, I did as I had been told and unclipped my stocking before making my way back to my table, pausing before I sat down.

My heart was racing fit to burst and I felt a little giddy at the thought of what I was about to, quite deliberately, do.

"Damn." I said a little too loudly.

Lifting the hem of my skirt to reveal the dark band at the top of my stocking and an inch or two of flesh above it I reached for the unattached clasp. Taking my time to refasten it I glanced around to see two men at the table next to us, grinning lasciviously at me.

Trying not to blush I smiled coyly, smoothing my skirt down, and sat, a sudden gush of warmth between my thighs.

"Satisfied." I hissed at Richard who smiled knowingly back at me.

"I think that proves my point." He answered after a second or two, "So, will you pose?"

"Tom... my husband... he would...."

"He would love it, just like he loved it when you posed for Kelvin in my lingerie."

I knew he was right. Tom had been even more turned on than I was when he watched me photographed, half-naked.

"If I say no will you still sign the contract?"

He smiled almost contemptuously, the threat obvious, "I would have to think carefully about just how committed your company was to my business."

"Do I really have a choice then?"

"My dear Mrs Prescott, of course you have a choice. I'm not forcing you to do anything you don't want to do." Richard Danville continued, "But I think that deep down you really want to do it."

Taking a mouthful of my coffee I paused, I knew he was right, part of me was very aroused by the idea.

"It... it would just be me? Like the pictures you showed me? There wouldn't be anyone else.... you know..."

"Only you." He confirmed, his grin disarming, "It isn't hardcore my dear."

Listening to him and thinking about what he wanted from me my throat went dry and my stomach tightened.

"And if I say yes you'll sign the contract?"

He smiled, lifting his cup to his lips, "You have my word."

"Very well, I'll do it." I said, repeating the words that had started all this in the first place.

"Excellent. Let's have another drink to celebrate."

It was almost an hour later when, with a signed contract in my hand, I slid into the back of the taxi. My concerns over Richard Danville's intentions for me now replaced by a new anxiety over what I had agreed to do.

The warmth that had been generated between my thighs at his proposition and the flashing of my stocking tops hadn't diminished in the slightest, leaving me very conscious of my sodden panties.

While part of me was turned on at the idea of posing nude and appearing in a raunchy online magazine, another part was starting to become aware of the potential implications.

'What would Tom say when I told him?'