Contiued from:
The Arc
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UNDER CONSTRUCTION, SECTION NOT COMPLETE!

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By the time I’d gotten home, the sun was setting as it does everywhere near winter and the end of autumn. Micah had decided that it wasn’t bright enough out for sunglasses, but not quite dark enough to not have them, so he’d settled for the Jeep’s sun visor.
“Jason dropped by clothes for Nathaniel and I, if that’s what you want to call them. He told me to tell you that Jean-Claude wants you to wear the black dress with both thigh slits?” He frowned in momentary confusion. “Jason made it sound like it was Jean-Claude’s favourite dress, and it sounds nice enough. Why haven’t I seen you in it?”
My eyes shifted down and around the Jeep, I was hoping he didn’t see the movement. “I haven’t really had a need to. It was one of my first dates with Jean-Claude. Honestly. I almost forgot I owned it.”
He glanced sideways at me.
“What?! It’s the honest truth, I promise.”
“I just want to see you in it,” he mumbled, half to himself, I think.
“Well, now you’ll get to. What’s going on with you and Nathaniel? How are you two dressing up?”
We pulled into the gravel driveway of my house and he turned the engine off and was half out the door when he looked back at me with those chartreuse eyes and said, “Leather. That’s all I’m supposed to say.” Then he added in a whisper right against the shell of my ear, “It’s a surprise.”
Inside the house, music was playing. I was coming from the sound system Nathaniel had set up. He liked listening to music, especially while he cleaned, so I let him get speakers and a CD player. He loves it.
When I attempted to walk through the house to find Nathaniel, I got as far as the bathroom door before it slammed in my face and I heard Stephen’s voice growl, “No. No peeking!” from the other side. Micah took my arm and steered me down the hall towards the bedroom.
“You’re not supposed to see, remember?” he whispered in a deep voice at my ear.
I shuddered, sometimes hating the effect he had on me. Then again, the sex was great, so who was I to complain.
“Get dressed,” he said firmly when I opened my mouth to protest. “I want to see that dress. Gregory’s in there, he’ll do your hair and makeup too.”
“What is going on tonight? It’s just business.” I said as he closed my own bedroom door in my face.
Micah just winked at me and said, “We’re going to put on a show.”
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Gregory knew I didn’t like much makeup, so he didn’t put much on me. As I looked at his work in the mirror, I realized that it looked tasteful, but still enhanced my features.
He’d pulled half of my hair back into a loose ponytail and decorated it with a pewter heart with a rose in the middle and wings folding around the curve of the barrette it was attached to. There was a line of liquid black liner that got slightly thicker towards the end of my eyelid and created a curvy tail that almost looked like another eyelash. He’d put on a mild red lipstick with a brighter red lip liner, then blotted it slightly with a damp paper towel, giving my lips the look of being bloodstained. His excuse was that Jean-Claude and Asher would love it, Nathaniel and Micah would go crazy over it, and if the night went well, I could have all four of them by day-break. I’d told him that that kind of thing only happened in my dreams. I’d recently discovered that being between two men, just flat does it for me, and I accepted, embraced, and now love it. Over the lipstick and liner, he added a smudge and waterproof gloss that usually only came off with his special makeup stuff that he left in my bathroom for me.
My dress was a silk-looking black halter that hugged my breasts and hips nicely. There were slits on either side that went all the way up to mid-thigh. It was the dress I’d worn the very first night I met Asher. He’d thought I was being modest when I put my gun back in its bellyband holster, when, really, I just didn’t want to flash the entire parking lot. It hung to my ankles which were laced by a black velvet ribbon that went to the spot just over my knees. The boots laced up and were a two inch heel, not giving me much height, but enough to keep the dress from dragging. They were shiny, classy, and didn’t clash with the dress in the least. Since it was warm out, I knew that I wasn’t going to need a coat.
So here I sat, or leaned rather, on my kitchen counter, waiting patiently for my boys. When they walked in, side by side, my breath caught in my throat and I had to grab on to the countertop to steady myself.
They were both topless and both wore leather collars. Micah’s dark curls were tied back with a thick leather cord at the base of his neck, leaving his eyes open and unblocked. He wore leather pants down low on his hips, his pelvic bones playing peek-a-boo. All down the sides were horizontal slits that opened whenever he walked, showing a piece of that perfect flesh. Black biker boots peeked from the bunched hem.
Nathaniel’s ankle length hair was down but had a small spiral curl at the end, giving the illusion that if it grew any longer, the hair would curl on its own. His pants rode like Micah’s only Nathaniel’s pelvis didn’t play peek-a-boo; it played I-know-you-see-me-I-know-you-want-to-touch-me. I hated that game when we had to go somewhere. His pants were leather as well, only his had metal bondage rings from the waistband to the ankle. Where Micah’s collar was plain, Nathaniel’s had three rings in the middle. Too much temptation for him in my opinion.
Danse Macabre was flashy, we’d fit in fine.
When Micah saw me, his eyes widened slightly and I actually saw shock on his face. He was usually careful not to show too much emotion. He grabbed my arms and pulled me away from the counter. Holding me away from him, he slowly turned me around, and walked up behind me.
“You know,” he whispered in my ear as his hand traveled to one of the slits, “this dress is very resourceful.” His hand slipped just under the silk-like cloth and found my thigh, then traveled down the inside of it with the barest of touches until he’d found the lace top of my hose and garter. I shivered in his arms, hating the affect he had on me.
It was then Nathaniel chose to appear in front of me. He kissed my neck like he’d kiss my mouth, with passion, love. He started to suck on the hollow of my throat and I moaned, knowing the mark he’d leave would be very stark against my pale complexion.
“Stop,” I breathed. Apparently it was loud enough that both heard and both stilled. “We have an appointment; it gives a bad image if we’re late.” I grinned lazily, knowing that if all went well, tonight was going to be very happy.
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