Hot and glamorous? Well, it wouldn’t be wrong to call myself a jaw-dropper in a black slinky dress. It was the second time I admired myself in the mirror after living as a zombie for the past few weeks.
Touching the smooth fabric, I went through every curve. The dress was hugging me perfectly. It was a backless dress up to my knees, with a slit between my thighs. There wasn’t much of a cleavage on there, which I found perfectly classy, as it left a lot to the imagination. I had to give it to Frank. He had excellent taste in fashion.
“How did you arrange this dress so quickly?” I asked Frank while still drooling over my reflection.
“We have many dresses in two to three sizes ready to be worn by Nathan’s female caretakers/companions,” explained Frank, puffing and rearranging my blowout curls. “Thank God the biggest size fitted you, or else I would have had to pick something from Mrs. Sinclair’s wardrobe or order a new one from the plus size section.”
I turned around, giving him the death stare. “From which angle do I look fat to you? I am perfectly skinny.”
Frank placed his chin on my shoulder. “Sweety, have you seen who you are up against? I am talking about bikini models. You are lucky Mr. Sinclair doesn’t care about perfection or the latest trends.”
“Ugh!” I grunted. “Don’t you ever get tired of being sassy all the time?”
“I live for the sass. What is life without it?” Frank squeezed my cheeks like inflatable balloons, further annoying me. “Don’t take everything so seriously and live a little.”
My problems flashed before my eyes, and I exhaled loudly. Before my life went up in flames, I used to shine with positivity and liveliness. Shock and trauma had immense power to steal a person’s most precious thing: their smile.
“Are you alright?” Frank nudged my shoulder.
"Yes." I opened my eyes back to the present. "My confidence wavered a little there. What if Nathan rejected me? What if I am only entertainment for him, as you said?"
"Don't pay attention to what I said." Frank apologetically massaged my shoulders. "Honestly, I said that out of jealousy. I was so certain about what Nathan wanted I placed a bet with the other employees that he would fire you in the most humiliating way."
"What! Why?"
"Because you had an attitude that I imagined would never sit well against someone with the biggest ego I have ever seen. Unfortunately, that's not true. So what do I know now?" Frank continued to work his fingers on my shoulders. His hands were magic. I could feel the tension built up there, leaving my body. "To erase some of your fear, you should know that Nathan has touched none of the women before you. You're the only one he has kissed or probably done more."
Even though Frank had no reason to lie, it was hard to believe that Nathan hadn't gotten intimate with the others. "The kiss was the only thing that happened between us. He does want more and wants to test our sexual chemistry. He says we'll only get engaged after I pass at least two of his tests. I am afraid to see him because he was unimpressed by my kissing skills."
"Hm." Frank moved back in serious thought. He made me turn around and face him. "What are you doing wrong? Stiff lips? Throat clogging tongue, or did your saliva get on his face?"
"I am sorry. I am not comfortable having this conversation with you or anyone else. Still, you should know I am not a horrible kisser, and he has too many rules and expectations," I replied.
"Fair enough." Frank raised his hands in defeat. "It's your choice to be secretive about this. I could have helped you in giving him the time of his life. I am, without a doubt, more experienced than you."
I gave him a look of doubt. "I thought you were gay. What do you know about straight sex?"
"Don't tell me you are ignorant like the rest of them. Most of us engage in straight sex before accepting our true sexuality. It took a handful of women for me to realize I wasn't attracted to any of them." Frank bit his finger in realization. "Well, I didn't enjoy doing that. So, I guess you have a fair point."
"I have only been with one man, and we were romantically involved. I think I can't perform where there are no emotions involved," I said, wanting to sound like the good girl I wished to be.
It felt like a lie because the vibration between my legs and mouth was intense when Nathan kissed and talked dirty to me.
"It isn't that hard. Let me tell you one thing. Men are easy and very visual creatures. A glance at your ladies or dropping your clothes can make his manhood bonkers." Frank grabbed my arms and pressed them with strength. "Brace yourself, soldier! The battle won't be easy, but you must win for us. Now go screw the brains out of Nathan Sinclair and make us all proud." Frank's melodramatic words made me feel like I was going on a military mission.
With a few deep breaths, I exited the room in my new dress. My destination was the devil's den, and my aim was pure sin. Within a few steps, anxiety took over me, and I began to sweat. I reminded myself constantly even though Nathan was proud and very difficult, he was still a man.
Frank's idea of me getting naked wasn't bad if nothing else worked. I touched my face to find beads of sweat everywhere. Oh no, my body was already ruining it by making me all sweaty!
I reached Nathan's door with a lot more sweat and anxious thoughts. After wiping my face dry with a napkin I had found on the way, I knocked on his door.
As I waited for a reply, many questions circled in my head.
Would I be able to get him hard? And most importantly, if the first test was a kiss without hands, what was the second test?