Eye Candy

Now all that incredible definition is encased in black Lycra. I press my knees together. Maybe he doesn’t even need all the armor stuff that came with it. I also wonder if we have time for a quickie before Amie gets here to do my makeup.

“It’s a little tight.” Bancroft smoothes a hand down his chest.

“It’s supposed to be tight.” I start fiddling around with the armor stuff, just to see if I like the costume better with or without it. Bancroft stands with his arms crossed over his chest. He still doesn’t look very impressed. But then he hasn’t seen himself in the costume yet.

“I’m going to be hot in this.”

“Hell yeah, you are.”

“I mean I’m going to sweat.”

“You’ll be fine. And you only have to wear it for like, an hour at most.” I fix the cape to his shoulders. All that’s missing is the Batman mask and he’s perfect. I pull him over to the bed and stand on the mattress so I can get it over his head. Then I take a step back and check him out. He’s so hot. It’s ridiculous.

I jump down off the bed and grab his hand. “Come look.”

He follows me to the full length mirror by the walk-in closet, although I’m half dragging him. I cover his eyes with my hand and position him in front of the mirror before I move them. “Ta-da!”

He stares at his reflection for a lot of seconds. “I can see the outline of my cock.”

I glance at his crotch. He’s right. It’s not super obvious, though. “We’ll just readjust things.” I drop into a crouch, poking him through the shiny fabric. He’s half hard, which is likely part of the problem. His low groan draws my gaze up.

His lip is curled in the hint of a smirk. He’s not looking at me. He’s looking at his reflection in the mirror. “Maybe I don’t mind this costume all that much.”

I snort and make a small adjustment, but I’m just exacerbating the problem. He’s harder now, and more obvious.

“I have a question,” he asks.

“Shoot.”

“How am I going to use the bathroom when I’m wearing this? Won’t I have to take most of it off?”

Now it’s my turn to smirk. I took this into consideration when I made some alterations. I slip my hand over the fabric until I find the hidden flap and slide my hand inside. It takes me a few seconds to work my way around his boxer briefs, but I manage to get his mostly erect cock through the opening.

He snort-groans. “You’re brilliant.”

“Right?”

A wicked grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. “You know what you should do while you’re down there?”

I return the smile. How many people can say they’ve blown Batman?





Chapter 9: Auction


Amie

This dress is so uncomfortable. I can feel the sweat trickling down my spine, as well as down the inside of my thigh. Seriously. I’m disgusting under this thing. Not that it matters. Armstrong had to go out of town on a last-minute business trip this afternoon, leaving me alone as Cinderella in this stupid costume. It was too late to find something else, so here I am, stuck in this poofy dress for the entire night.

Ruby, on the other hand, looks amazing in her form-fitting, sparkly evening gown. It’s costume one of two for this evening. She’s having way too much fun with this whole event.

I, on the other hand, can’t wait for the event to be over so I no longer have to worry about things like the bachelor auction, which Gwendolyn has semi-delegated to me. Getting out of this dress and escaping Armstrong’s mother are two more things I can’t wait for. I keep reassuring myself that after the wedding I won’t have to spend nearly as much time with her.

Also, there are at least three guys here that I may have fooled around with in college. I may have slept with one or two of them, back in my wild, slightly promiscuous phase. That lasted all through freshman and sophomore year. And half of junior year, as well, and maybe a small blip in senior year, but that was a long time ago. Still, I would really like it if I didn’t have to exchange awkward pleasantries with them. At least Armstrong isn’t here, so I don’t have to worry about explaining any awkwardness to him.

But ex-flings and Armstrong’s mother aren’t my biggest concern at the moment. It’s after nine and Lex has yet to show up. The auction is supposed to begin at ten and I still need to brief everyone. There are six eligible bachelors up for bid tonight and he’s one of them. He’s last, and expected to fetch the highest bid, but that’s not going to happen if he doesn’t show. I don’t know how reliable he is, and Armstrong seemed to think it was typical for him to flake out. That’s my interpretation of his assessment. Armstrong would never use the phrase flake out.

Currently I’m hiding in a corner to avoid Gwendolyn, but it’s a difficult feat considering the size of this damn dress. I spot her across the room talking with some women dressed in evening gowns. I’m still unsure who she’s supposed to be tonight. Maybe some queen? The Queen of Bitches?

Feeling safe, I weave my way through the throng of guests. Some of the costumes are amazing. More than one person decided to be Dracula, or a vampire. There’s a couple here who literally look like Barbie and Ken—it’s a bit creepy. I pass Alice in Wonderland, a lonely looking zombie—there was a reason I said no to that theme—and Chewbacca, whose date is Princess Leia, which is a bit . . . odd. I have to say excuse me every two feet, because my dress is just as puffy as every other woman’s in this room. It’s like playing dress bumper cars. I also have to duck behind a group of people to avoid one of my past flings. Dear God. I’ve been to tons of events in the past six months and managed to avoid running into anyone whose bed I’ve been in. Why does it seem like all my bad choices are here tonight?

I spot Bane. He’s a hard man to miss, even if he’s dressed in the same suit as the majority of the men here. I should’ve agreed with Armstrong and had a masquerade party even if it would’ve taken some of the fun out of this for Ruby. It would’ve been easier to navigate and I would have had a better chance of hiding from my soon-to-be mother-in-law and the other people I’m not interested in reminiscing with. Or I could’ve chosen to be a Storm Trooper, I suppose.

I search the area around Bane’s massive frame, but I don’t see Ruby anywhere. Regardless, he’ll have Lex’s number, he can contact him and find out when he’ll be arriving. I lift my massive skirt and begin the arduous task of crossing the room again.