Ch 27

When I finally left the house after making sure Penny had the costume on perfectly —and wasting a few extra minutes enjoying the opportunity to fix the costume— Nancy was glaring daggers. "You're late," she growled, but considering she was glaring daggers at poor Penny rather than me, it wasn't hard to guess that her annoyance was less about the delay, and more about the activities that spanned the said delay. 

She definitely had the famous explosiveness of the redheads. 

"Sorry about that," I said, with absolutely no hint of repentance. "It took a while to make sure the costume fitted well," I said, gesturing at Penny, whose body was on delicious display thanks to the already-deficient design of the armor before I had removed a couple of extra key pieces, creating a masterpiece in the process. 

It wasn't revealing to a point of being obscene. Just a nice deep cleavage enhanced by the pressure of the armor, and tight pants displaying her assets in the best way possible. A picture of her could easily be used in a public advertisement campaign without bothering the censors, even in the seventies. 

Still, that didn't change the fact that it would drive the nerds in the convention center crazy. 

"I can see that," Nancy murmured, deciding to target the costume for her dissatisfaction. "You clearly took liberties with my design." 

"You shouldn't give lip about that if you actually want to sell your books," I countered, not trying to cater to her jealousness. I was experienced enough with casual relationships —if what we have could even be counted that— enough to know that trying to do so would only embolden her further. 

So, after throwing a self-satisfied smile to her way, I opened the passenger-side door for Penny, not bothering to hide the appreciative glance to her ass as she tried to squeeze herself, the thong I made her put peeking sexily.

After watching Nancy swallow a bunch of angry remarks, not wanting to scare the model whose existence was critical to save all the investment she had made for the marketing of her books. That didn't prevent her jealous glare, trying to dig the back of her head, of course. 

She was lucky that, after our little session, Penny was far too dazed to notice her hostility. 

The next hour passed calmly, the rumbling of engine mixing with Nancy's pen dancing on the books as she signed them one by one. Of course, the silence didn't prevent Penny from throwing shy glances to my side, and me responding with caressing her thigh. 

"We need to take a break, I'm finished with this batch," she said, her tone still chippy. "Why don't we stop at the next resting area." 

"Sure," I said, and without saying anything. A minute later, we were in a parking area of a gas station, which was mostly empty thanks to the early hour. It was a nice thing, because the few people that were around, both the visitors and the employees, turned to watch Penny as she left the car. 

Not that I blamed her for staring. Penny was beautiful enough to turn heads before putting her into a sexy armor. I was just glad that there weren't a lot of people, preventing a mob. 

"So, why don't you girls go and put on your make-up while I handle the books," I said, when I saw Nancy trying to pull the books from the backseat, and in her innocent attitude, Penny immediately moving to help. As much as watching them struggle with them while trying to keep their costumes in order, maybe even with a camera ready to take a bunch of photos, I decided to be merciful. 

Nancy earned that by limiting her annoyance to her sharp glares, and Penny earned that… Well, Penny earned a lot more than that with her impeccable performance… 

"Isn't it a bit early for the makeup?" Nancy asked, her tone tense. It was a familiar tone of a girl hoping to create an argument. "Shouldn't we wait until the convention area?" 

"There's no harm in multitasking, but if you want to be recognized the moment you leave the car…" I said, reminding Nancy about her decision to keep her identity concealed rather than trying to defend my point of view. Why would I indulge her desire to have a fight when I didn't really care about the decision one way or another. 

"Right," Nancy stammered immediately, her determination evaporating in an instant. After one last glare, she took her makeup bag and walked toward a small room that functioned as a resting area, clearly a better location to put on makeup than a public bathroom. 

"Why don't you follow her as well, sweetheart, so that she can put the correct makeup on the character," I said to Penny. 

Still, that didn't mean I wasn't curious what these two might talk about when they were alone, so, I shuffled the books as quick as I could manage even if it made me sweat, then followed them. Nancy was fun, but she had a temper. I wanted to be around in case she blew up too aggressively, breaking Penny's trembling self-confidence. 

I got nearer, but there was no sound coming from the room, which was a positive thing. Maybe I had underestimated Nancy's self-control. So, rather than entering the room, I decided to peek through a small window, curious what I would find. 

Penny sat on her seat silently, not making the slightest move while Nancy applied her makeup carefully. However, I instantly realized that I had been giving Nancy a bit too much credit. Yes, she wasn't shouting, but that didn't change the tightness of her fingers around the brush, nor her excessively harsh movements, enough to make Penny shuffle in pain. 

However, Penny was just silly and well-intentioned enough to miss the intention behind Nancy's harsh makeup, squeezing her teeth tight to suppress her reaction, trying to look like she was a good sport. 

That would not do, I decided even as I knocked on the door, but then entered without even waiting for a response. "Damn, Penny, you look beautiful," I said. Penny blushed as she avoided my gaze shyly, and I used the opportunity to send a warning glare to Nancy. "You seem a bit tense, do you want me to take over the makeup," I offered. 

"No need, it's easier for me to handle it alone," Nancy said, but when I decided to take a seat next to her rather than leaving, she started to be more careful not to hurt Penny. 

She might have a flaring temper, but she certainly lacked the determination and willpower to enforce it directly while I was in the room. Especially when we were the ones that were doing her a favor rather than the opposite. When her makeup was finished, Penny excused herself to visit the powder room, her face covered with a complicated pattern. 

Combined with the silver wig, she was just different enough for people not to recognize her, but not too different that we couldn't use them for her portfolio. 

"Let's handle your makeup," I said the moment the door closed. 

"No need, I can handle it on my own-" Nancy tried to argue, only to stop when I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her onto my lap. 

"I insist," I said even as I took her makeup bag. One of the first skills for any aspiring photographer was to know how to apply professional-grade makeup, even for the ones working with big-budget studios. Under ideal circumstances, a professional makeup artist would accompany the shoot, of course, but it was interesting just how quickly things could pass a point that could be described as ideal, even in the most professional environments. 

Once again, her willpower proved weaker than her aggression, and she fell silent the moment I pressed the brush on her chin, sliding gently on her skin. I let the silence stretch for a minute. "So, are you going to tell me why were you torturing the model I had called in as a big favor to save your poorly planned business venture, or would you prefer if I take her and go back, leave you stranded in the middle of nowhere with more books than your body weight." 

The way she stiffened on my lap was simply beautiful. "No, you can't," she whispered in terror. 

"Why not?" I said, but I didn't stop applying makeup. The threat was effective enough without enhancing it like that. "We woke up even before the dawn, just to make sure your work goes without a hitch, but you're still being ungrateful. Don't you think you deserve it?" 

"I'm sorry," she murmured, surrendering immediately, the implications of my justified threat far too much for her to lash out. 

"It's good that you apologize, but I don't appreciate that I had to force you for the apology," I answered. "Certainly not when we are sacrificing our whole day to help you." She dipped her head down. I decided to deliver the final blow. "I understand that you're feeling jealous after watching us back in Penny's house, but you shouldn't try to lash out to her." 

"What! You knew-" she stammered before changing her direction. "I mean, I don't know what are you talking about!" 

"Of course," I said with a chuckle. "And the redhead I had seen in the window was completely unrelated to you, or anyone else, right?" 

"Maybe," she whispered. I was about to give her an answer, when I noticed another presence in the small window I had been using to check the room earlier, recognizing that as a very familiar blonde. 

It was good that Nancy was looking at the floor, because she missed the sudden calculating expression on my face. After all, what better way than making Nancy pay than reversing the earlier situation, I decided. A moment later, my fingers were under her chin, raising her head up, stealing a kiss before she could respond. 

Ready to provide an amazing show to Penny. 

I was tempted to just push back Nancy, enjoying the perks of permanent access to a perky, lively redhead who embodied every cheese cliches about her hair color. 

But that would have made me miss an excellent opportunity to discipline her, where I have a perfect reason — her disrespect to Penny despite her helping existence — perfect leverage — pulling back from the pro-bono event I promised — and not to mention the mood — one that she put herself in after watching my morning fun with Penny. 

The fact that Penny was watching, making it an excellent two-for-the-price-of-one kind of lesson was just icing on the cake. 

I had to be an idiot to miss such a beautiful opportunity to teach her a lesson. 

 "Are you ready to apologize properly?" I said even as I let my gaze dance over her body, enjoying the way she trembled. 

"Properly?" she said, the question enough to inflame her anger for a moment. "What do you mean, properly?" 

"You decided to use pain to teach cute little Penny a lesson," I said, which made her face alight in alarm. I was quick to explain. "And while I'm not asshole enough to make you pay back with pain, a little discomfort is not out of question." 

"You can't expect me to" she started, only to be silenced when I raised my hand sharply. 

"I'm not expecting anything from you. I'm giving you a choice to maintain our willingness to waste a full day helping you. It's your choice to pick." 

"But… You can't cancel now." 

"Well, you should have thought that before torturing poor Penny," I said even as I crossed my arms, hovering above her domineeringly. "It's time for a choice." 

"Please," she gasped. 

"Come on, sweetie," I said even as I put my hand on her shoulder. "You just need to show how sorry you are, and we can continue. I'm even going to let you pick the method yourself, as long as it's properly convincing." 

While Nancy tried to come to a decision, I stretched, using the opportunity to look at Penny without either of them noticing, only to see Penny watching the proceedings with a shocked expression, though with an undertone of satisfaction. 

"What do I need to do," Nancy asked after twenty seconds. 

"You're a smart girl, honey," I said as I smiled at her deviously. "I'm sure you can figure it out." Just to help her more, I took a step forward, which brought my bulge very close to her beautiful face. 

She didn't answer, but she was smart enough to understand the implications. A resigned expression on her face, her hand reached to my belt, and after a slight fumbling of her trembling fingers, she freed my shaft. 

"Good choice," I said even as her fingers hovered around my shaft, her lips nearing to deliver a little kiss to the head. "Now, prove to me just how sorry you are." She looked at me questioningly, the angle making the sight considerably more erotic, especially with the helpless anger that was shining in her eyes. 

"I-I-um-I..." Nancy stammered for a moment as she considered her commitment, but ultimately, it didn't take long for her to commit to a decision that was already made. She leaned forward, her tight lips wrapping around my girth. 

"Good girl," I purred in satisfaction, the earlier authoritative tone replaced by satisfaction. I even patted her head, which earned another flare of anger. 

However, that didn't prevent her from continuing her self-assigned strategy of earning forgiveness. After all, it was hardly the first time she was exploring my shaft. She trembled as she moved forward, while I let my fingers slip down, caressing her cheek, condescending yet effective. 

Patience was a virtue, but knowing and applying were two different subjects. I fought with my desire to grab her beautiful hair, pushing my shaft deep into her mouth until it invaded her beautiful throat completely rather than waiting for her slow, hesitant technique to bring me anywhere near completion. 

It would no doubt work with her confusion, but it wouldn't give the sense of achievement of her obedient surrender. No, I wanted my disobedient model to act in her own volition to show proper obedience. 

After a minute, she pulled back, her eyes closed as she took a deep breath, before opening her eyes and looking up, with a hopeful look in her eyes. However, meeting with my steely expression, she just shuffled in her seat.

"What, that's all you could manage?" I asked with a dismissive tone. 

Teasing her had the exact information I was hoping for. Her anger flared, easily suppressing her concerns. Her lips parted as she leaned forward, capturing the crown with a renewed determination. 

A comfortable warmth wrapped around my girth as a guttural sound of satisfaction escaped my mouth. It might be a power play, but I had no problems encouraging her with the signs of her impressive success. 

Especially since Penny was still watching me from outside with a shocked expression. A little competition was only fair, after all. 

I groaned in pleasure repeatedly as her head bobbed around my shaft, going deeper inch by inch. It was yet to reach an impressive level, but her steady development was very impressive. As my moans got stronger, her eyes opened once more, trying to catch my expression, her gaze enhancing my joy even more. 

"You're doing well enough," I said. "You don't need to push yourself too much if that's all you can handle." 

I smirked when I felt her hands land on my thighs, her grip tight. The ease I could use her belligerent mood for my benefit was shockingly easy, to a point that would have been boring if the result was anything other than a sexy redhead trying to swallow the entirety of my shaft. 

She ignored my growing amusement as she tightened her grip further before pulling herself even deeper, finally pushing into her throat. After a few gags, she pulled back, but before I could fear whether she changed her mind, her tongue was out, giving a soft lick across my length. Then, she restarted her bobbing. 

It was good, delicious even, but unfortunately, when she managed to reach the two-thirds mark, her progress stalled. She was still bobbing back and forth, but with no attempt to swallow more. "Come on, sweetheart, you were doing so well, swallow the rest," I teased. 

At my words, she tried to go even deeper. Unfortunately, her repeated attempts failed to bring any reasonable success, so I decided to help her. 

I made a show of sighing loudly even as I grabbed her head. "It seems that you still need some help. You're lucky that I'm a helpful person," I said, though she didn't grasp until my next words. "Try not to faint." 

Her eyes widened as she processed my message, but it was too late to react. Not only my hands were there to prevent her escape, but also I was already pulling her deeper. She gagged as my shaft invaded her throat, slightly harder than I would have done under different circumstances. 

But considering I was also putting a show for Penny, who was watching the proceedings with a passionate expression, I decided to apply a harder touch. 

As I pushed her head, a warm tightness wrapped my shaft, good enough to deserve the word 'heavenly' for its description. I forced her deeper still, ignoring her ineffectual pushes in protest, her gagging as she tried to resist was music to my ears. 

Then, I turned toward Penny, who was still watching from the window. This time, however, I didn't bother hiding my gaze, turning directly. Her eyes widened, but before she could escape, I gestured with my finger, calling her to enter the room. 

The innocent expression of shock as she realized she had been caught was simply marvelous, her blush rising immediately to contrast with her beautiful hair, but contrasting greatly with her brave warrior costume. 

However, her shyness didn't prevent her from following my order when I repeated the gesture with one hand, the other still around Nancy's head as I pulled her tight, invading her throat repeatedly. 

Nancy's gagging suppressed the whisper that occurred as Penny silently opened the door, walking closer hesitantly. I eased the pressure a bit only when Penny stood in front of her, and when Nancy opened her eyes, her eyes widened, their expression of shock matching beautifully. 

"What the hell-" Nancy started as I pulled out my shaft, only to shut up when I exploded on her face, covering it with a generous dose of my seed. 

"You need to apologize to Penny directly, so I called her, of course," I said mockingly, enjoying the expression of shock as she found herself humiliated with a stained face. 

"You can't expect me to-" Nancy started, starting like a whisper, but getting louder with each word. I interrupted her by pressing my hand to her lips. 

"Be careful, you don't want to pull an audience in your current state," I warned, and she was silenced. "And, of course, I expect you to apologize, unless you want us to turn back and abort your precious event. Penny deserved that much." 

"She doesn't have to-" Penny started, but a glance was enough to silence her. 

"No, sweetie, you want to be a model, you can't be one unless you learn how to defend yourself socially. It's a cutthroat business," I explained. 

"But…" Nancy started, but under the weight of her career and my stern gaze, her argument faded. "I'm sorry, Penny, for lashing out." 

"Thanks," Penny murmured. 

"Barely enough," I commented with a chuckle. "You're lucky that Penny is a good girl." 

Nancy stood with a sigh, wanting to extract herself from the defeat, but before she could go, I grabbed her wrist. "No need to hurry up," I said with a smirk. "Since we're here, why don't we have a practice shoot first, to make sure you girls can work together…"