Mi Carino
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,134
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
8
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Monday morning, five thirty in the morning and I’m standing here, in the nude, staring into my wardrobe wondering what the hell to wear.
On the top shelf, almost out of my reach, sat a large cardboard box. Inside said box was a special outfit. Whether or not to wear it tonight for Wulf was the conflicting idea.
Ah what the hell! I tugged the box down and set it aside for carrying. I dressed in a pair of my painting jeans and one of my over large sweaters. This one was navy and my jeans black with bleach and paint stains over them.
I kicked on a pair of sneakers, locking the flat behind me a good hour and a half later. I walked to the set that was off the same park that touched Truce Tairs. It was a large building, its second floor devoted to one room that was a giant studio.
As I walked into the ordered chaos, I watched those around me as everything came together in a clean joining. Almost everything was ready for the series of ads, billboards and such to be created to promote Truce Tairs.
“Señor Tesuuki, it is good to work for you again.” I smiled up at my make-up artist. She was a wonderful person and in love with my assistant. I accepted the coffee from her outstretched hand and gestured for her to fall in with me as I surveyed the set.
“Is everything in order Meeka?” I sipped at my coffee as I waited for her run down.
“Si señor, now what look are we aiming for today?”
“Sophisticated, but attainable. Truce Tairs is a highly powerful company, but they still want the everyday person to consider them. We have to promote that aspect of the company. The loftier patrons are already hooked on the company.”
“Si, si señor. I understand. I’ll be very delicate with the make-up touch si?”
“Si Meeka.” I smiled at her before letting the bustle of the room enclose around me, sucking me under for the day. Around 5pm, I was finally exhausted of all creative ideas. I sank back in my chair, watching as everyone prepared to go home.
“Mi cariño?” I smiled and turned at the sound of Wulf’s voice. I can vaguely recall him appearing at some point to check up on the progress of the project.
“Hello Wulf.”
“You look exhausted little one.”
“Si. I am.” I let my head drop backwards and found him walking towards me. He was in leather pants and a muscle top. I smiled at him as he let his fingers trail through my loose strands of hair.
“We could postpone tonight…”
“No, I’ll go change. Wait here for me.” I pushed myself to my feet, collecting my cardboard box and retreating into the sanctity of the change room that had been portioned off for the models.
Inside the cardboard box was a pair of shorts that barely passed as shorts. Made of faded denim, they clung tightly to my skin as I buttoned and zipped them closed. The top was a series of leather straps that criss-crossed over my chest and upper arms, connected to a wide collar around my throat. I strapped bands around my wrists and up my forearms. They were black and blue leather to match the top and blue of the shorts. I sank down, strapping my feet into black platforms that had leather straps hanging from them that strapped up to above my knees. As a final touch I attached a leash to the collar around my throat and pulled my hair back in a high ponytail, letting it cascade down around my shoulders.
I considered make up and realised that I didn’t have anything on me… damn… Maybe Meeka left some in her station... I swung my ankle length coat around my shoulders, belting it shut. I smiled at Wulfric as I passed him and headed into the smaller section that was portioned off for Meeka to do her magic. I smiled when I saw that her make up had indeed been left behind. I raided it and found blue lipstick and a dark grey eye shadow. Once I finished I headed back out to join Wulfric.
“All ready now?” He was smiling as I grabbed the cardboard box that had held my outfit and now had my discarded clothes stuffed inside. I smiled and nodded as he wrapped an arm around my waist, lifting me up to kiss. I wrapped both arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. The feel of leather against my bare skin was cold and slick. He had grabbed the cardboard box from me and held it in his free hand. He carried me out the door, slamming it shut behind us. Luckily it locked automatically and I had my keys in the cardboard box in Wulfric’s hand. I leant in close and started to lay gentle kisses along his bared neck. He laughed softly, his arm tightening around my waist as he carried me down the stairs and outside.
“Wanna put me down?” I pouted at him as we waited for security to open the doors so that we could get into the car park where Wulfric had parked his car.
“Do you want to get down?”
“I’m heavy… you’ll hurt your back.” He laughed and held me all the tighter.
“Its fine… we’re almost at the car anyway.” Wulfric gently set me on my feet beside the passenger door, putting the box with my clothes on the backseat. I slid into my seat and fastened the seatbelt, making sure my jacket covered my legs, hiding any view of my outfit from Wulfric.
“What are you wearing mi cariño?” Wulfric sounded curious and I pulled a face at him.
“You’ll have to wait to see it.” I smiled at him and turned my gaze to the view out of the passenger side window.
It didn’t take long to arrive at Shadow Eden and I was soon standing at the coat check. I let the belt fall loose around my waist and slipped the coat off my shoulders, handing it to the coat boy with a relaxed disregard that I didn’t feel.
Monday morning, five thirty in the morning and I’m standing here, in the nude, staring into my wardrobe wondering what the hell to wear.
On the top shelf, almost out of my reach, sat a large cardboard box. Inside said box was a special outfit. Whether or not to wear it tonight for Wulf was the conflicting idea.
Ah what the hell! I tugged the box down and set it aside for carrying. I dressed in a pair of my painting jeans and one of my over large sweaters. This one was navy and my jeans black with bleach and paint stains over them.
I kicked on a pair of sneakers, locking the flat behind me a good hour and a half later. I walked to the set that was off the same park that touched Truce Tairs. It was a large building, its second floor devoted to one room that was a giant studio.
As I walked into the ordered chaos, I watched those around me as everything came together in a clean joining. Almost everything was ready for the series of ads, billboards and such to be created to promote Truce Tairs.
“Señor Tesuuki, it is good to work for you again.” I smiled up at my make-up artist. She was a wonderful person and in love with my assistant. I accepted the coffee from her outstretched hand and gestured for her to fall in with me as I surveyed the set.
“Is everything in order Meeka?” I sipped at my coffee as I waited for her run down.
“Si señor, now what look are we aiming for today?”
“Sophisticated, but attainable. Truce Tairs is a highly powerful company, but they still want the everyday person to consider them. We have to promote that aspect of the company. The loftier patrons are already hooked on the company.”
“Si, si señor. I understand. I’ll be very delicate with the make-up touch si?”
“Si Meeka.” I smiled at her before letting the bustle of the room enclose around me, sucking me under for the day. Around 5pm, I was finally exhausted of all creative ideas. I sank back in my chair, watching as everyone prepared to go home.
“Mi cariño?” I smiled and turned at the sound of Wulf’s voice. I can vaguely recall him appearing at some point to check up on the progress of the project.
“Hello Wulf.”
“You look exhausted little one.”
“Si. I am.” I let my head drop backwards and found him walking towards me. He was in leather pants and a muscle top. I smiled at him as he let his fingers trail through my loose strands of hair.
“We could postpone tonight…”
“No, I’ll go change. Wait here for me.” I pushed myself to my feet, collecting my cardboard box and retreating into the sanctity of the change room that had been portioned off for the models.
Inside the cardboard box was a pair of shorts that barely passed as shorts. Made of faded denim, they clung tightly to my skin as I buttoned and zipped them closed. The top was a series of leather straps that criss-crossed over my chest and upper arms, connected to a wide collar around my throat. I strapped bands around my wrists and up my forearms. They were black and blue leather to match the top and blue of the shorts. I sank down, strapping my feet into black platforms that had leather straps hanging from them that strapped up to above my knees. As a final touch I attached a leash to the collar around my throat and pulled my hair back in a high ponytail, letting it cascade down around my shoulders.
I considered make up and realised that I didn’t have anything on me… damn… Maybe Meeka left some in her station... I swung my ankle length coat around my shoulders, belting it shut. I smiled at Wulfric as I passed him and headed into the smaller section that was portioned off for Meeka to do her magic. I smiled when I saw that her make up had indeed been left behind. I raided it and found blue lipstick and a dark grey eye shadow. Once I finished I headed back out to join Wulfric.
“All ready now?” He was smiling as I grabbed the cardboard box that had held my outfit and now had my discarded clothes stuffed inside. I smiled and nodded as he wrapped an arm around my waist, lifting me up to kiss. I wrapped both arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. The feel of leather against my bare skin was cold and slick. He had grabbed the cardboard box from me and held it in his free hand. He carried me out the door, slamming it shut behind us. Luckily it locked automatically and I had my keys in the cardboard box in Wulfric’s hand. I leant in close and started to lay gentle kisses along his bared neck. He laughed softly, his arm tightening around my waist as he carried me down the stairs and outside.
“Wanna put me down?” I pouted at him as we waited for security to open the doors so that we could get into the car park where Wulfric had parked his car.
“Do you want to get down?”
“I’m heavy… you’ll hurt your back.” He laughed and held me all the tighter.
“Its fine… we’re almost at the car anyway.” Wulfric gently set me on my feet beside the passenger door, putting the box with my clothes on the backseat. I slid into my seat and fastened the seatbelt, making sure my jacket covered my legs, hiding any view of my outfit from Wulfric.
“What are you wearing mi cariño?” Wulfric sounded curious and I pulled a face at him.
“You’ll have to wait to see it.” I smiled at him and turned my gaze to the view out of the passenger side window.
It didn’t take long to arrive at Shadow Eden and I was soon standing at the coat check. I let the belt fall loose around my waist and slipped the coat off my shoulders, handing it to the coat boy with a relaxed disregard that I didn’t feel.