I heard Sally squeal in the living room. I rushed in to see what had her squealing. She was standing there with her phone in her hands.
"What's wrong?" I had a concerned look on my face.
"Oh nothing baby! I just got a text from Rocco. He wants us to attend a lingerie show in NY. He's sending his jet for us.
"Oh. When is it?" I said.
"Tonight!" she replied as she walked by me heading for the bedroom.
"We need to pack our overnight bags. Rocco told me to get us to the airport pronto!"
I followed her up the stairs.
"What should I wear?" I asked.
She looked at me. I was in jeans and a white cotton golf shirt.
"You can wear that." She said, "You won't need anything else. You are one of the models!" She screamed.
"WHAT!" I said. "It's one thing to dress up for you and well, another guy. But to walk a runway. I don't know babe." I said.
"Sure you can. I'll be there with my camera." She grinned at me. "Now pack your bag. It's just an overnight bag. Bare essentials. Like a pair of ass less undies and a t-shirt. I'm sure Rocco will have tons of lingerie for you to wear." She swatted my ass.
Before I knew it, we were at the airport getting on Rocco's jet.
"Wheels up in 10 you two." The Captain said as he closed the door hatch.
We sat down in our chairs strapped in and waited until we were in the air before removing them.
It was a short flight. Took about 30 minutes. We landed in New York around 7 pm. A limo was waiting for us.
Two of Rocco's employees, Price and Ron, picked us up at the airport.
They were two good looking guys. Ron was the driver, Price sat in the back with us.
"First time going to one of these?" Price asked.
"We were at an informal one a couple of weeks back." Sally said as she slid her hand over my thigh and tapped her fingers.
I felt my cock hardening at the thought of the last time we were in New York.
We pulled into a lane way and stopped at the back door of a building.
Price got out first, held the door while Sally and I stepped out. Ron waited until we were clear. He drove the limo around the corner and parked it with the other limo's.
By the looks of it, it was a full house.
Price held the door as we moved inside. There was music playing in the background. The type of music that you would hear at a gala. We moved through the crowd. It seemed like the people around the stage were all men.
Price escorted us to the dressing rooms in the back.
Standing at the door was Ron. Price took up his position on the other side and waited until we were in, then he closed the door.
Inside was a dressing room. It was about 16 X 20 in size. Two leather couches were along one wall. The opposite wall had dressing racks with different types of lingerie and undies.
Sitting on one of the couches was Rocco. He smiled and waved us over.
"Hey you two! Glad you could make it. Why don't you sit down by me Sally. Grant." He pointed over to the man standing by the clothes rack. "He will pick something out for you."
Sally sat down by Rocco. She was dressed in a black dress with black pumps. She leaned into Rocco and kissed his cheek. Her dress slid up her thigh revealing a pair of black lace panties. That dress didn't require a bra. It was tight fitting and flattering to her breasts.
"Hi my name is Cyrus, I'll be dressing you." He said.
"Nice to meet you." I nodded at him.
"Why don't you get out of those clothes so I can see what I have to work with." He said.
I pulled the shirt over my head and hung it on the rack. Then I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down, leaving my undies on.