#4 - Photo-Aiding
"Hey, what's up?" Ariadna Majewska cutely chirped into her phone to her publicist.
"Hey Ariadna, we need to talk about your recent uploads on Instagram."
"What's wrong with them?"
"I mean, have you not noticed you're being photo-bombed lately?"
A confused Ariadna checked her account, going back to around the thirtieth recent post. Brancing out to more shots of her in public for an "everyday girl" appeal, one person seemed to be in nearly every shot. It was a tall brunette with red highlights, beautiful and behind black sunglasses, always in the background, but always lined up so it looked like she was near Ariadna, within her personal space.
"Someone you know, Ariadna?"
"I...want to say yes. I've probably met her before in passing or something. She reminds me of someone I met with really good vibes."
"Whoever she is, she's photo-bombing your shots."
"Maybe she's photo-aiding them."
"Wha-what's that?"
"A new thing I'm coming up with," Ariadna cheerfully replied. "Like if I'm doing what she is in other people's photo's I'm improving on them rather than bombing them. Like Hannah...wait...her name is Hannah."
Ariadna scrolled up to around the twentieth photos, to see unfamiliar pics of her and Hannah smiling and interacting like friends. Several of them had Hannah with her sunglasses off, exposing Ariadna in and out of the photo to be exposed to dark, shining green eyes.
"And this Hannah is photo-aiding you?"
"I...I think so..." Ariadna's voice got lost as she lingered on how some pics gave almost clear angles of Hannah's direct gaze, and others had Hannah holding her by the shoulders, an arm wrapped around the shorter Instagram model, whispering words into her ear. Ariadna searched for what those lost words could be, hoping to feel them more and more as she scrolled up to around the tenth photos, almost wholly comprised of selfies of Ariadna and Hannah. Hannah was obviously holding the phone in one hand, and Ariadna in the other. Ariadna's face looked as lost as she felt staring into Hannah deep, direct green gaze.
"Do you feel her presence is aiding you?"
"Yes...." Ariadne said listlessly.
"Do my eyes fill your mind properly?
"Yesss...." Passion filled the model's lost voice, finding the most perfect fixation to anchor herself to.
"And now that you know your other publicist can work literal magic," a hand pulled Ariadne's face away so she could look at the brunette who'd she'd been interacting with for a full day, insistently, somewhat unforgettably. "...look deep into my eyes and tell me what you think you should say."
"Thank you Goddess Hannah."
"You're welcome Ariadne. And soon I think my favorite Instagram model will bring me to your fabulous wardrobe, and let me try on some outfits. Maybe take some pictures of you worshipping me in them. How does that sound?"
"I obey you Goddess Hannah," deep passion matched the depths of trance she'd slipped into.
"Good girl. Happy to photo-aid you."
#5 - Rematch
Note: This story follows the events of The Dazzling Lady's Harem (Part 5): Dalton
Mistress Ursula walked into the elaborate Avery hotel room at the exact time agreed upon. Confidently walking in, she strode in jeans, thigh high black boots, and a leather jacket, grinning evilly ahead.
From the other end of the room was Mistress Kendra dressed as a harem dancer, nearly head-to-toe in nothing but colorful silk veils, bearing an equally wolfish-smile.
"Rrrready to lose again, spectacularly?" The leather-clad blonde asked in her deep Scottish accent, rolling her Rs.
"Those glassy blue eyes say I'm the only thing spectacular around here, missy," the brunette, hypnotic dancer levied back in a sensual purr.
Introductions exchanged, the hypnotists approached each other.
Ursula strode ahead as if on a catwalk, urging her target forward with a lone, cruxing finger. "Nice to see you're alrrrready obeying me."
Kendra danced her way to the blonde, spinning on her delicate toes like a ballerina, just as tribal music began to play out of nowhere, setting the ambiance to add to her offensive. "As nice as it is to gaze upon this body?"
Within arms-length of each other, Ursula reached out to hold Kendra and keep her in a vulnerable position; Kendra easily slipped out of reach, never breaking the scintillating dance she'd started. Careful steps made Ursula follow Kendra's rhythm as the blonde waited for the perfect chance to strike.
"Why don't you come closerrrrr?" Ursula rolled her Rs in a sexy trill, gesturing with her hands. " Afraid of a quick victory?"
"Such a shame it would be for our dance to end too quickly," Kendra said, paying more attention to her dance than Ursula's assertions.
