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impatient." Dex relaxed on the bed, stretching
his long legs out, his knees spread wide in front of him, giving
Melody the perfect view of the bulge his pants hid, proof of his
need for her. Goosebumps lifted all over his skin, the tiny hairs
on her arms standing on edge.
    If
Melody had the strength, she would've gone through the door in her
haste to get out and down to where she stored the spare doe
costumes.
    They
were all packed away in boxes in the room she used for photographs
on the first floor. Melody mostly dealt with stag, not doe, so
there were only two boxes to pull down from the top shelf in the
walk-in closet. They weren't big boxes either, nor particularly
heavy, but Melody handled them with all the care of a live bomb.
She couldn't stop her hands from shaking as she pulled back the
packing tape and opened the flap of the first box.
    For a
minute back there, she'd thought her body had lost all interest in
Dex when he told her to find something to wear, but come back to
him naked first.
    Nope,
not at all. The little crazy person deep in Melody's subconscious
kind of hoped that Leah would see her too.
    The
thrill of getting caught. Melody had never experienced it before,
and it was damn near as heady as Dex's sensual touch.
    Nearly.
    She
threw things out of the box haphazardly, knowing on sight that most
wouldn't fit her as they'd all been designed for women with big
asses and even bigger breasts. No. No. No. Would Dex still fuck her
if she came back naked, but with nothing to wear?
    She
couldn't risk it. The thought of him denying her now was
unbearable.
    She
threw the box away when she got to the bottom and found nothing
that wouldn't be too loose on her. Her fingers shook as she opened
the next one.
    God, she
could still feel that tongue inside her, slick and thrusting, her
walls shuddering around the welcome intrusion as her pleasure
rose.
    Was Dex
somehow still inside her mind? If not, then his effect lasted a
great deal beyond the point where he stopped touching, and she
couldn't wait to get back to him.
    She
needed to hurry this up.
    She all
but ripped the flaps off the next box off in her haste to open it,
and decided right there that what she saw would be perfect,
regardless of whether or not it was a proper fit, which it likely
wasn't. No more waiting.
    It was a
dark blue bustier with black laces and panties. She could already
tell the bosom portion of this outfit would be too big, but the
rest would fit her body nicely. Dex would like this. He liked the
color of a nearly navy blue, if she remembered
correctly.
    Melody
was about to leave with her find before something else inside the
box, that had been hiding beneath her new costume, caught her
eye.
    A bottle
of lube, for when not every client wanted to take their doe the old
fashioned way. Doe hardly ever needed lube for their vaginas as
they were almost always ready and willing for their partners, but
it had been a while since Melody had gotten laid, and the thought
that she might need the extra help...
    She
stopped thinking about it and just grabbed the bottle, nearly
tearing out of the room before she stopped herself.
    Damnit.
Dex wanted her to show up naked.
    "Stupid,
stubborn, ass," she muttered to herself. She kicked off her shoes,
pulled down her stockings and panties—this was the second pair that
Dex had her make a mess of today—and now it was just a matter of
getting the zipper to her dress down and getting out of the
thing.
    She
thought she heard a tear as she struggled out of her dress, but it
didn't matter. She kicked all of her clothes into the corner,
holding her new set in front of her like they were a
shield.
    It was
way too cold in here. Her areolae around her nipples seemed to
shrink as the nipples themselves puckered, the rest of her skin
becoming tight with goosebumps again.
    She was
definitely going to turn the heat up after this.
    Melody
took a breath, her hand on the door handle that would lead out. If
Leah wasn't still helping