Chapter 2: Building Tension
I spent the rest of the week lost in thought, trying to come up with a stage name and pump myself up for the show. The name Lilly came to me on Thursday night as I was laying in bed, scrolling through Instagram. It was simple and pretty. I texted Samantha and she thought it was a good idea.
Friday night, I lay awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling. I was a bundle of nerves, excitement, and self-doubt. I had never done anything like this before. What if I was terrible at it? What if I was too awkward? What if I had a wardrobe malfunction? What if I saw someone I knew?
I had always been a shy person, and the thought of being on display like this made my stomach churn. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. It was just one day. I could do this.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring. I groaned, rolling out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, my reflection staring back at me with tired eyes. I splashed some water on my face and started to get ready.
I pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt - since I didn't have my bikini yet. Then sat down at my vanity to do my makeup and hair. I had never been one for a lot of makeup, but today I wanted to feel confident and sexy. I took my time, applying foundation, concealer, and a touch of mascara. I added red lipstick for good measure, my heart pounding in my chest. I then straightened my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror and nodded, satisfied with my reflection.
I heard a knock at my door and went to open it. Samantha stood on the other side, looking radiant in a pair of denim shorts and a tank top. She definitely was dressed nicer than I was.
"Morning, Dee! Ready to rock this show?" she asked, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, stepping aside to let her in. She walked past me, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "I just need to grab a few things and then we can head out ," I said, closing the door behind her. I grabbed my phone, a water bottle, and a pair of heels from my closet.
"OK I think we can leave now," I said, walking back into the living room where Samantha was waiting. She looked me over and nodded approvingly.
"You look great, Dee. Let's go."
We walked out to her car, the sun already hot and bright. I climbed into the passenger seat, and Samantha started the engine. She turned to me with a smile. "You ready for this?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.
Samantha laughed and pulled out of the driveway. "You're gonna do great, Dee. Just remember, you're Lilly today."
We made idle conversation on the drive until we pulled into the convention center parking lot. The place was already buzzing with activity and the show wasn't even officially open yet.. Cars of all makes and models were parked in neat rows, and people milled about, setting up booths and displays.
Samantha found a spot near the entrance and cut the engine. She turned to me, her eyes more serious. "We need to find the booth. They have our bikinis, and then we can find somewhere to change. Okay?"
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Okay," I squeaked out, my voice barely audible.
Samantha smiled reassuringly and opened her door. I followed suit, my legs feeling like jelly as I stepped out of the car. The heat hit me like a wall, and I could feel the sweat already starting to bead on my forehead.
We walked towards the convention center, the noise of activity growing louder with each step. Samantha led me through, weaving in and out of people and booths as everyone was rushing to finish setting up. I tried to keep up, my eyes darting from side to side, taking in the sights and sounds.
Finally, we reached a booth marked "Precision Rides." Samantha turned to me, her eyes scanning the crowd.
"I think that's our guy over there," she said, pointing towards a well-built
man in his forties, standing behind a table covered in Precision Rides merchandise. He was talking to a group of people, his hands gesturing animatedly as he spoke. He caught Samantha's eye and waved us over.
"That's Troy, the owner," she said, as we approached.
Troy's eyes flicked over me, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Ah, you must be the new girl," he said, extending a hand towards me. "I'm Troy."
I took it, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. His hand was warm and firm, his grip strong. "Dee, I mean, Lilly" I said, my voice steady despite my nerves. I managed to squeak out, my cheeks flushing.
Troy's gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before he turned to Samantha. "Thanks for making this work." He winked at me, and I felt a flutter in my stomach. "I tried to get the screen printers to put the logo's on a different bikini of your size but they had already done the work. I hope its fits. You can change in the back of the booth if you want." He said as he handed Samantha two bags. One labelled Siren, which must have been for Samantha and another labelled Rose which must have been for the other girl.
Samantha replied, "We'll just make it work." She looked at me, her eyes encouraging.
"Come on, let's get changed." I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I followed her to the back of the booth.
The Precision Rides both was against the wall but there wasn't really any privacy. "Where are we going to get changed?" I asked but Samantha had already had her top off and was already pulling her shorts down.
I felt my cheeks flush as I saw her matching red lace bra and panties. She was gorgeous, with curves in all the right places. I quickly turned away, trying to hide my blush. "I think there's a bathroom nearby if you want to go look for it," she said, pulling out a bikini top from the bag. "I can't even count how many people have seen me naked, so I am just going to get changed here." She shrugged, as if it was no big deal as she reached behind her back to unclip her bra.
I watched as her breasts spilled out, her nipples already hard from the cool air. I turned away, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Ok you can do this," I tell myself. I slipped off my shirt, revealing my simple black bra. I then grabbed the waistband of my yoga pants and started to wiggle out of them, trying to keep my eyes averted from Samantha. and the men in the front of the booth. I could feel eyes on me but when I glanced around nobody was staring at least.
I stepped out of my yoga pants , standing in just my bra and panties. I reached into the bag and pulled out the bikini bottoms, holding it up to examine it. It was a white thong that had the Precision Rides logo printed on the front. It looked a little small for me. I took a big breath and pulled down my panties, quickly stepping into the bikini bottoms. I pulled them up, adjusting them as best as I could. They were tight, but they fit.
I looked down at myself, feeling a bit exposed. I then grabbed the top from the bag and took a look at it.
It was a white triangle top with a thin string that tied around the neck and back. It looked too small for my large chest, but I was here to do a job so I figured I should at least try. I made sure my back was fully turned away from the front of the booth
before I unclipped my bra. I felt very exposed as I let it fall to the ground. I had never been one to show off my body, but I couldn't deny there was something thrilling about being in this situation.
Before I could put the new top on Samantha looked me over, her gaze lingering on my chest. "Wow, you have amazing tits," she said, a playful smile on her face. I blushed, not used to such direct compliments.
"Thanks," I mumbled, looking down at my own chest. I had always been a little self-conscious about my large breasts, feeling like they attracted more attention than they should. I held up the top and slipped it on, tying it around my neck and back. I adjusted the cups, trying to hid the wave of embarrassment that washed over me.
Samantha's eyes widened as she took in my ample cleavage. "Well I guess that technically fits," she said, a smirk playing on her lips.
"It's a bit small, isn't it?" I looked down, my cheeks flaming as I realized that the top barely covered my nipples.
Samantha chuckled, "Well, it's not like we have a lot of options here. You'll just have to make do. Just don't do any jumping jacks."
She winked at me, and I couldn't help but laugh. "I'll keep that in mind," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
Samantha's eyes were still on me, her gaze lingering on my chest. "You know, you really have an amazing body that you keep hidden under all those frumpy clothes at work, Dee," she said, her voice soft. "I mean, Lilly," she corrected herself, a playful smile on her face. "You should be proud of it."
I felt a blush spread across my cheeks, but I couldn't deny that her words made me feel a little better about myself. "Thanks, Siren," I said, my voice a little more sure this time. "I guess I just need to get used to it."
Samantha nodded,. "You'll do great." She turned to put her heels back on, and I took a moment to compose my myself as I dug my own heels out of my bag.
I slipped them on, the click of the heels on the concrete floor echoing in the small space. We then quickly packed up our discarded clothes, stuffing them back into the bags. We tucked the bags under a table, out of sight. Samantha gave me a reassuring smile. "Alright let's go talk to Troy."
Samantha said, leading the way back to the front of the booth. I followed as I felt very exposed, my breasts threatening to spill out of the tiny top with every step I took.
Troy was still talking to the group of people, but he and another man broke off as we approached. His eyes flicked over me, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Well, don't you both look stunning," he said, his gaze lingering on my chest. I felt my cheeks flush, but I held his gaze, trying to exude confidence.
"Thanks, Troy," Samantha replied, her voice smooth and sultry. "We're all set."
"I'm glad that bikini fits you so well, Lilly," Troy said, his eyes looking me up and down.
I couldn't deny being the center of attention gave me a little thrill - plus Troy definitely was cute. "Thanks, Troy," I said, my voice steady.
Troy turned to the other man. "Siren and Lilly, this is Brett. He is taking photos for a few people today so he will be back and forth between a few booths. We will do some posed shots and he will try to take some candid ones as well." Troy introduced the lanky man with a camera slung around his neck, who nodded at me with a shy smile. He then continued. "But otherwise just hang around the booth, chat with people, pose for pictures with fans, and have fun. Sound good?"
"You got it," Samantha sounded so non-nonchalant.
"Perfect," I added, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.
"Alright, let's get started then," Troy said, clapping his hands together. "Brett, you want to get some shots of them with the car before the convention opens?"
Brett nodded, adjusting his camera. "Sure thing, Troy." His voice was soft, almost timid. He looked at us, his eyes flicking between Samantha and me. "Ready, ladies?" he asked.
Samantha smirked, putting an arm around my waist. "Ready as we'll ever be, right, Lilly?" she said, giving me a squeeze.
Brett led us to the car, a sleek, black sports model with the Precision Rides logo on the side. "Let's start with a few pictures inside the car," he said, opening the door and gesturing for us to get in. I climbed into the driver's side, and Samantha moved around to the passenger side. Brett snapped a few shots of us sitting in the car from the front, his camera clicking rapidly. I tried to smile, but my nerves were getting the better of me.
Samantha, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. When Brett moved around to the passenger side, She leaned back in her seat, her legs crossed, and gave Brett a sultry smile as he took photos of her.
I tried to mimic her confidence when Brett moved to the driver side, I could feel my hands were shaking slightly as I held onto the steering wheel.
After a few more shots, Brett moved us to the back seat. "Okay, let's get some shots of you both together," he said, his voice soft and gentle. He moved the camera around, capturing different angles of us. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as he took photos of us, our bodies close together in the small space. Samantha kissed me on the cheek for one photo. This all seemed so second nature to her, so effortless - I wished I could be as calm and collected as her.
“Alright, let’s try some different poses,” he suggested. Samantha moved to the front of the car, leaning back against it, her hands resting on the edge of the hood.
“Now, Lilly, come here and stand Siren,” Brett directed.
I took a deep breath and moved to the front of the car, standing next to Samantha. I placed my hands on the hood, feeling the metal beneath my fingertips. Brett moved around us, snapping from various angles. I tried to keep my smile natural, even though I could feel my nerves creeping back in.
"Ok now bend over and look over your shoulder at the camera," Brett instructed. I hesitated for a moment, feeling a wave of self-consciousness wash over me. Samantha obediently did as instructed and I took a quick breath before doing the same. The small thong bottom stretched taut against my skin as I bent over and I felt very exposed as I heard the click of the camera.
Some people walking by stopped to watch us and I felt a rush of adrenaline as I realized we had an audience. Samantha leaned in to whisper, "You're doing great, Lilly. Just relax and have fun with it."
I nodded, trying to take her advice. I was not used to being a sex object but it was growing on me. Samantha seemed to thrive on the attention, striking pose after pose. She leaned against the car, looking over her shoulder with a sultry smile. She seemed to own every moment, every pose. I tried to channel some of Samantha's confidence. I stuck my butt out further, mimicking one of her poses.
As I did, I heard a low whistle from the group of guys walking by. "Damn, look at those asses," one of them exclaimed.. I felt my cheeks flush as I turned to look at them, my heart pounding in my chest. Samantha just laughed at them, blowing a kiss their way.
She then commented, "You'll get used to it. Trust me, I make a lot of money off guys like that." She shot me a wink and turned back to the camera, popping her hip out to the side and giving Brett a pouty look.
I laughed, my nerves slowly beginning to dissipate. I was still very much aware of the people around us, but the rush of adrenaline was starting to feel exhilarating rather than terrifying.
"Okay, ladies, let's get some shots of you two leaning over the hood," Brett said, his voice soft and gentle. He moved around to one side of the care while I followed Samantha to the other side. I watched her pull her arms against her chest and twist her hands outwards as she leaned over the hood - clearly trying to emphasize her breasts for the camera.
I tried to mimic her pose, with my breasts being much bigger in a smaller top I felt like I was barely covered. I could feel my nipples straining against the thin fabric. A quick glance down confirmed my nipples were staying hidden behind my top - barely. I felt my cleavage was borderline pornographic though.
"Okay, that's good," Brett said after some photos, lowering his camera. "The shows about to start so we'll do more shots later. I got to go check in with some other booths," his eyes flicking between me and Samantha." He headed off, leaving Samantha and I standing next to the car.
"Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Samantha said, turning to me with a smile.
I giggled, trying to hide my nerves. "I was so nervous." I admitted, my cheeks still flushed from the attention. "But it was actually kind of fun."
I said, trying to hide my blush. "I mean, I was nervous, but it was exciting too."
Samantha laughed, "I told you, you'd get used to it."
Just then, Troy approached us. "Hey, girls. How's it going?" he asked with a warm smile.
"Good, Troy, We were just talking about how much fun we had with Brett." Samantha replied, her voice bubbly.
I nodded, remembering how Brett had seemed a bit timid around us. "He's really nice," I said, my voice soft.
"You both look amazing," he said as I noticed Troy's eyes drifting down to my chest. "Hiring you two was definitely the right call."
"Thanks, Troy," Samantha replied , flashing him a smile. I followed suit, still feeling a little out of my depth.
"Well, I think they just opened the doors let's kill it today" Troy said, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer before he turned and walked away. Samantha and I watched him go, both of us in silent agreement about his attractiveness.
"He's a catch," Samantha commented, jokingly fanning herself with her hand. "And seriously, Dee, he couldn't stop staring at your tits," Samantha chuckled, sounding amused.
I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment at the blunt comment. "Really?" I asked, trying to play it off as casually as possible.
"Yes, really," Samantha replied, rolling her eyes at my apparent naivete. "Not that I blame him, you've got an amazing rack and you are practically spilling out of that top."
I felt a surge of embarrassment as Samantha bluntly commented on my body once again.
"Thanks, I guess," I mumbled, trying to keep my voice steady. I looked down at my chest, feeling the weight of my breasts in the tiny top. I had never been comfortable with my body, but being here, being seen, was starting to feel... empowering.
Samantha laughed as she continued, "Don't be embarrassed, Dee. You are hot!"
"I guess I am not used to hearing people compliment me like that," I admitted, my voice soft. I had always been more comfortable blending into the background, not drawing attention to myself.
Samantha added, "Well, you're going to have to get used to it. I am sure you are going to get lots of compliments today"
"You're right. I just need to relax and enjoy it," I said, taking another deep breath and trying to let go of my nerves. Samantha gave me an encouraging smile, and we turned to face the convention centre as the first wave of people started to pour in.
The air was filled with the hum of conversation and the distant thrum of music from the beer garden which had also just opened.
People quickly started to filter in and many stopped at our booth. I could feel the eyes on me, and it was a strange sensation, but not entirely unpleasant. I felt very exposed surrounded by people in a tiny bikini. It was exhilarating, in a way.
Time started to pass pretty quickly as we handed out flyers, chatted with people, and even posed for a few photos. I was surprised at how many people came up to talk to us. Samantha was a natural, flirting with the guys and making small talk with the girls. I tried to follow her lead to the best of my ability.
The heels were making my feet sore but I let go of my inhibitions, letting myself be swept up in the excitement of the crowd. I started to feel more comfortable with each passing moment, my self-consciousness slowly fading away. Troy also was buying us some drinks when he could which helped me be more confident.
As the day wore on, I even started to enjoy the way people looked at me, the way their eyes lingered on my chest, or how I could tell they were checking out my butt when I wasn't looking. It was empowering, in a way, to know that I could have that effect on people .
Samantha leaned in close to me at one point and whispered. "Troy is still really staring, you know," she said, a playful smirk on her face.
"I don't know," I said, my voice low. "Isn't he a little old for me ?" I couldn't help but glance over at him, feeling a little excited at the thought of him watching me.
Samantha chuckled. "I didn't say marry the guy. When is the last time you got laid?" she grinned, giving me a playful nudge.
I couldn't help but laugh, feeling my cheeks heat up. "Is it that obvious ?" I asked, trying to play it off as a joke.
Samantha continued to tease me, "I just tell by the way you walk you haven't been fucked good in awhile. You're all tense."
I blushed at her bluntness, "Well, I guess you could say that," I admitted, my voice soft. I hadn't been with anyone since my last boyfriend, and that had been months ago. Despite my awkwardness I actually did enjoy sex.
Troy then interrupted us by offering us some more drinks, "You two are doing a great job. I have already booked a bunch of work. How about I get you some more drinks?" he asked, his eyes struggling to not stare at me inappropriately
I found myself feeling a little flattered. I decided to play it up, pushing my chest out slightly. "Sure, Troy, that would be great," I replied, my voice a little more sexy than usual.
I could feel Samantha's eyes on me, a smirk playing on her lips. I knew she could see the change in me, the way I was starting to embrace this new side of myself. "I'll take one too," she added cheerfully.
Troy nodded and walked off to grab our drinks. As he walked away, I couldn't help but notice the way his jeans hugged his ass with a small smile playing on my lips.
I turned back to Samantha with a shrug. "He's cute," I said, feeling a little bold.
"Yes, he is," she agreed. "And you could use a good lay," she said with a smirk.
We continued working the crowd like did before and time went by quickly. I was enjoying myself and even starting to feel a little buzzed from the drinks Troy brought us.
I was feeling more confident and less self-conscious, even as I caught people checking me oout. I was just about to suggest to Samantha that we take a break when I heard a soft, "Excuse me, ladies," behind us. We turned around to find Brett, the photographer, standing there with his camera around his neck.
"Hey, Brett," Samantha greeted him with a smile. "What's up?"
"Let's take a few more minutes for some photos. I want to get some shots of you both with the car and the crowd." Brett said, his voice soft and gentle.
Samantha looked at me, a playful smirk on her face. "Sure, Brett. What do you want us to do?"
Brett hesitated for a moment, "I want you to lean against the car, Lilly, and look over your shoulder at the camera. And Siren, you can stand next to her, facing the camera, with your hand on her hip."
Samantha nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Sounds like a plan, Brett.". She turned to me, placing her hand on my hip just like Brett had instructed. I could feel the heat of her touch through the thin fabric of my bikini bottoms. I leaned against the car, just like Brett had told me to, and looked over my shoulder at him.
Samantha stood next to me, her hand still on my hip, and I could feel her fingers digging into my flesh slightly. I tried to ignore the sensation, focusing instead on the camera lens in front of me. Brett moved around us, snapping photos from different angles.
The crowd around us was growing, people drawn in by the sight of two scantily clad women posing with a sports car. Some people were even taking their own photos , holding up their phones to snap shots of us. I tried to keep my smile steady with all the attention.
"Okay, that's good," Brett said after a few moments, lowering his camera. "Now both of you face the camera and give me big smiles."
Samantha and I turned to face the camera, both of us smiling widely. Brett moved around us, snapping photos a few photos of us. A loud whistle cut through the air, drawing our attention to the crowd but I couldn't make out where it came from. I felt my cheeks flush, but I kept my smile in place.
"Can you two get a little closer to each other?" Brett asked gentley. Samantha and I exchanged a glance, and she gave me a playful wink before moving closer to me. I could feel her breath on my cheek as she leaned in, her right went back on my far hip. She then placed her left hand on my other hip. I could then feel her hand starting to move, tracing the curve of my waist. I looked at her, my eyes wide with surprise, but she just smiled at me, her fingers moving up to the strap of my bikini top. I felt a jolt of electricity run through me as she hooked her finger into the strap, pulling it down slightly.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, as most of my breasts were exposed . I was acutely aware of the crowd around us, of the way they were watching us, watching her touch me.
"That's great keep it up," Brett said, his voice barely audible over the hum of the crowd. Samantha's fingers continued to tug on my top , pulling it down further. I then mimicked her pose, one of my hands moving to her top , pulling it down slightly as well. The crowd continued to grow, many holding up their phones to snap shots of us.
And then it happened. We both twisted, our bodies a little out of sync, and
my bikini top slipped. My right nipple popped out, exposed to the world, but I was too focused on the camera, on the crowd, to notice.
The crowd cheered and whistled, the sound a mix of surprise and excitement but I didn't notice why right away . Samantha's hand was still on my hip, her fingers tracing the curve of my waist, she did not notice one of my boobs popped out either.
All in all it was probably only like ten seconds but eventually Samantha did notice and whispered to me, "Oh shit, your nipple is out."
I looked down at my chest, and saw my hard pink nipple pointing at the crowed. I quickly reached down and pulled my top back into place, covering my breast.
"Fuck," I whispered back, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Don't worry about it," Samantha said, waving her hand dismissively. "It's not like anyone here hasn't seen a tit before. We're at a car show, not a church picnic." She shot me a reassuring smile while Brett continued to take photos.
I blushed, trying to laugh it off. "Sure but I wasn't planning on strangers having photos of my nipple."
Samantha chuckled, "I'm sure they'll be plenty of people sending those pictures to their friends."
I grimaced, feeling even more embarrassed. "Great." I mumbled.
"Look on the bright side," Samantha continued, "You got the crowd's attention. They'll be talking about us all day."
I sighed, conceding her point. "I guess that will make Troy happy."
"Plus you do have amazing tits," Samantha teased me which of course made me blush.
I pulled myself together to finish this round of photos. After Brett was done with us, Troy came over to say how pleased he was with how the day was going. "You two are doing fantastic," he said, his eyes lingering on me. "Have you seen the crowd? They're eating this up."
Samantha turned to Troy, giving him a sly grin. "That is probably because of Lilly's little wardrobe malfunction." She stated casually, as if they were discussing the weather.
Troy's eyes widened slightly, glancing down at my chest. "Too bad I missed it," he said with a chuckle.
Samantha laughed. "Well, maybe I could pull her boob out again later." She winked at me, and I felt my cheeks flush. I was far to shy for this conversation and I just smiled awkwardly and looked down at my feet.
Troy thankfully changed the subject, "Hey, how about we take a quick break and have some drinks?" he suggested, his eyes flicking between me and Samantha. "I think we've all earned it."
"That sounds amazing," Samantha replied, her voice bubbly. She turned to me, "What do you say, Dee?"
I nodded, grateful for the chance to escape the crowd and the lingering embarrassment of my wardrobe malfunction. "Yeah, that sounds great," I said, my voice soft.
Troy led us to the back table were there were some shots set up and he handed us each one. "Here's to a successful day," he said, raising his glass.
"Cheers," Samantha and I echoed, clinking our glasses together before downing the shots. The liquor burned as it went down, but it was a welcome distraction from my earlier embarrassment.
"Take another one ," Troy suggested, trying to hand us each another shot. "You two deserve it."
Samantha put her hand up, "I have to drive later so I'll pass on the second one, but Lilly can have mine."
I hesitated for a moment, then took the second shot from Troy. "I'll take it," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. I downed the shot, feeling the burn in my throat. I coughed slightly, my eyes watering.
Troy laughed, "Easy there, Lilly. ."
I blushed, "Sorry, I'm not much of a drinker."
Troy then handed me another shot , "Here, take this one too. It'll help you relax."
I hesitated, looking at the shot glass in his hand. I was already feeling a little buzzed from the first one, but I didn't want to seem like a lightweight. I took the shot from him, downing it in one quick gulp. The liquor burned as it went down, but I managed to keep my coughing to a minimum this time.
"Good girl," Troy said, a hint of approval in his voice. I felt a small thrill at his words, a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with the alcohol.
Samantha watched us with a knowing smile , her eyes flicking between me and Troy. "You two are getting along well," she commented, her voice casual.
Troy chuckled, "Lilly has. I'm glad you brought her on board, Siren."
I blushed at their words. I also was starting to feel more confident, more comfortable in my own skin. The alcohol was helping, but it was also the way Troy and Samantha were treating me. I felt a warmth spread through me, a different heat that had nothing to do with the shots - I realized I was turned on. Parading around in a skimpy bikini, the attention, the way Troy was looking at me, the way Samantha was teasing me, and even more accidental exposure was contributing. I felt a thrill, a sense of excitement and empowerment that I had never felt before.
As we continued to talk and laugh, I found myself getting bolder. I leaned in closer to Troy, my hand brushing against his arm. I could feel the heat of his skin through his shirt, and I felt a shiver run through me. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, and I saw the desire in his gaze.
It was a look I had seen before, but never directed at me. It made my heart race and my breath catch in my throat. I felt a sudden urge to touch him, to feel his skin against mine. I reached out, my fingers brushing against his chest, feeling the heat of his body through his shirt. He leaned into my touch, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Girls," he warmly said while still looking into my eyes. "I need to ask you something."
"Yes Troy," Samantha responded which snapped his attention back to both of us.
Troy hesitated for a moment, his eyes then flicking between me and Samantha. "Would you two be interested in coming back to my shop after the show? I have some ideas for some more photos. I'll give you each an extra one hundred in cash."
He said with a soft voice. Samantha's eyes widened in surprise, and I could see the excitement in her gaze. I looked at Samantha as she was the more experienced one of us two. She smile at me and asked, "What do you say, Lilly? Want to make some extra cash?"
I looked at her, then back at Troy, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Perhaps this would give me the opportunity to hook up with Troy. Something I wouldn't have considered before today but that I desperately wanted right now,
"I mean, it's not like we have anything else to do tonight." I giggled and touched Troy's arm again. "And the money would be nice."
Samantha laughed, "Exactly! It should be fun too." She winked at me, and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. I looked back at Troy, who was watching us with a small smile on his face.
Troy nodded, his eyes lingering on me for a moment longer before he turned to Samantha. "I'll see you both later," he said, his voice warm. With that, he walked away, leaving Samantha and me alone at the table.
I turned to Samantha, my eyes wide.