"Maybe some lingerie..." she coos, gently kissing my cheek as I nod eagerly. "Maybe a cute little dress, and an apron for your to wear around my apartment" she continues, kissing me tenderly on the lips.
Suddenly, she begins to chuckle before pulling back. I feel myself get placed back on the ground, the redhead obviously very pleased with herself as she tries to fight back the laughter.
"You really do make a cute woman Jess. Come on, we've got to go to the gym."
With her hand grasping my waist I'm practically dragged out the front door, a squealing yelp escaping my plump lips as I stagger along in my teetering heels. I hear a set of keys jingle in the lock, only to have the door slam behind us before I feel something fall into the cutesy little purse hanging from my shoulder.
As we reach the stairs my stomach sinks, my bright eyes going wide as I wobble in my heels at the top of the steps.
"Honey!" I coo nervously, biting my lip as I look up at her. With pleading eyes I flutter my lashes, squeezing my chest together as I try to accentuate my delicious cleavage for the towering woman."I'm not sure if..."
She lets out a sigh, the mocking tone ending with a smirk.
"Okay..." she chuckles, reaching down quickly slinging me over her shoulder as I let out a sharp high pitched squeak. The wind is knocked from my lungs as I land on her shoulder, my slender legs and arms dangling like a rag doll for a moment. "But if you flash anyone it's your..."
"Hey..." I shout, impudently hitting her firm muscular back with tiny balled up fists to no effect. "I meant can we go slowly, not..." I cry, whimpering and kicking weakly before something causes me to shut my mouth.
The already short hem of my silky red dress is suddenly pulled up, revealing my pussy and plush heart-shaped rear to the world. My face burns, my hands shooting up to my mouth as I stifle a whimpering squeak.
My whole body lurches as Emily takes her first step, jostling me along with her as her left hand begins to pinch and paw at the ass resting beside her head.
"Still no underwear huh?" she mocks, smacking my ass as a loud crack echos through the stairwell. "Not that I'm complaining, makes it easier to tease your... cute... little..." she giggles, her fingers shifting between my thighs as soft mewling gasps begin to escape from behind my clamped hands.
I feel a quivering, a warm moist heat rapidly building as I shiver atop her shoulder. My mewling and moaning is short lived however, the redhead suddenly tugging at my dress to cover me up as we reach the floor below.
"Hey" blurts out a seemingly nervous Emily, her voice trying to put on a fake gruff tone as she walks around and continues our descent.
My lips quiver as I'm forced to look behind us, my gaze immediately falling on dark haired barista coming up from her at the cafe. Nervous sweat builds on my forehead as I look at her, the goth girl first giving me a look of shock before her lips curl into a knowing glance.
"Like... Hi Gracie..." I croak out, my breath getting knocked from my lungs once more as Emily quickens her stride.
"H...Hi..." Gracie mumbles back, she body shaking slightly as she struggles not to burst out into laughter.
The race to the foyer leaves me winded, my face resting in my hands for the remainder of the journey as Emily tries to balance my comfort and getting away from Gracie and the embarrassment as fast as she can.
"Fuck..." Emily coughs out, carefully pulling my tiny frame from off her shoulder. "She'd better not fucking tell anyone about that or..." she begins to grumble, holding me out a little ways as she prepares to carefully place me down as to not break an ankle with my heels.
"Or what?" I pout, narrowing my eyes. "Be nice to Gracie" I continue, my own face shifting to a nervous smile. "It's your fault she..." I begin to giggle, only to be cut short as Emily places me on the floor.
"Then wear underwear next time" she grumbles, unable to hide a smile as she snags my waist and begin to guide me towards the front door and the street beyond. "I can't be held responsible for..."
My heart hammers in my chest, blood rushing through my ears as the door opens. I stop focusing on her words as we step out into the cool evening air, my stomach churning and sinking a little as I'm left standing out in public in my tiny slender form and in my tiny clingy dress.
I fiddle with the thin straps of my bag, my delicate hands wringing the expensive leather as I look down nervously.
Suddenly, I feel myself get pulled against the tall athletic redhead as my heart rapidly begins to flutter. Her scent immediately sends a pleasant shudder through my body, the warmth of her sold frame helping to take off the chill.
With one hand on my bag I place the other on her hip, my own small hand quickly squeezing her firm plump behind through her shorts as I struggle to fight back a playful giggle. I feel her hand hold me close as she begins to walk, her stride slowing ever so slightly to help me keep up on the uneven concrete path.
"There she is..." Purrs a giddy Emily, wiggling her hips a little after my brief fondling. "Don't worry, everyone is looking at us. It's only natural, can't blame them" she coos, looking down at my chest and biting at her lip alluringly.
"I wasn't... I was just..." I blurt out, pouting once again as I look ahead. "I was just cold..."
"Suuuuure you were" Emily laughs, leaning over to kiss the side of my head. "Then we'll need to get you something warmer... later of course, still have plenty to enjoy with this number."
Thankfully the walk to the gym is not too far, the lazy young redhead having picked it mostly for its proximity to her free source of laundry. The large panes of glass outside reflect the various TV screens lining the walls before I can see inside, the runners on the treadmills in the window quickly coming into view after.
As I watch the fit and athletic folk running, lifting weights, and just generally working out I'm suddenly made very aware of my pathetically weak and frail build. Glancing through each station I can't help but wince, my gaze locking to a group of women doing yoga as I wonder if I could even do a full session there.
"Wanting to get more flexible?" Emily chuckles, catching my lingering gaze. "Not like you'll se me complaining, I can think of some benefits to having a cute little pretz..." she teases, opening the door as a wave of pop music quickly rushes out along with a loud booming voice.
"Em!" cries a towering figure, the broad shouldered man waving to us from a nearby bench in front of a set of mirrors and weights. His black t-shirt is stretched over his muscles tightly, confirming to the rock hard form beneath as it soaks up a copious amount of sweat.
His short black hair fades up from the sides, styled in a manner that builds in thickness towards a fuller swooping tuft of dark wavy locks atop his head. A large thick beard sprouts from his cheeks, the tangled mass containing just a few little curls of gray. A short carpet of hair covers his forearms, doing poor work to hide the bulging veins running up and down the massive thick limbs.
"Tommy!" Emily calls back, pulling us towards him as she lean down slight towards me. Without warning she begins to nibble at my ear, the warm breath on my neck causing me to gasp a litle as I lean myself against her.
"So this is Jessie" the large man chuckles, standing up as I find myself looking up at him. My eyes go wide, my gaze darting around as I realize that he's easily taller and wider than both Emily and myself and made of seemingly pure muscle.
"Hi..." I squeak, wincing a little at how high pitched and airy my voice is. "Yeah I'm..."
"My sweet little missus" Emily coos, playing up the amorousness in order to make some kind of point. "How is Quinn by the way? I still haven't seen her around here, are you two still..." she asks, slowing her speech as I feel her jostle me slightly. Jumping a little at the prod it suddenly hits me, a smirk spreading across my lip as I look over to Emily.
"Baby can I watch you workout?" I chirp, biting my lower lip playfully. Turning slightly I press up against her, squishing my chest into her torso as I kiss her on the cheek. "I mean, I just love to see you get all... hot and sweaty" I practically purr, pausing her a moment to run my hands over her visible obliques and abs.
In the corner of a eye I catch Tom's lips twitch a little, his eyes turning away as he rubs the back of his head.
"Nah, she's still not keen to waste..." he begins to explain, only to get cut off by Emily.
"Shame" she chuckles, leaning in to plant a kiss on my lips. Her tongue quickly forces my lips to part, stealing my breath for a moment as I moan softly into her mouth before she breaks away. "Maybe I'll meet her next time, I'm sure she's lovely."
Without another word I feel myself get pulled away, the two of us walking past Tom and towards a set of benches at the back of the gym. I cling to her tightly, my breath shuddering after the sudden kiss. As we approach the last bench Emily slips her hand free from my waist, moving herself to sit for a moment as she pulls a sweaty phone from her cavernous cleavage.
"Are we..." I begin mutter, glancing over my shoulder as I spot Tom staring at us. "I thought you were just parading around your arm candy" I chuckle, shimmying my hips a little at the thought of being some kind of prize.
Watching Emily tap at the screen from a moment I watch her log the start of a work out, the tall redhead quickly hopping to her feet before flashing me a grin.
"Part of coming with arm candy is to have them watch" she chuckles, walking over to a squat shelf by the wall length mirrors in search of weight plates. "Or to have them work out as well, though I don't see you doing yoga dressed like..."
Her words fall on deaf ears for a moment, my hand reaching up to pin some of my long luxurious hair behind my ear as I catch my reflection in the mirror.
The pale young woman looking back at me has to be in her early twenties, her plush pink heart shaped lips parting slightly as a glint of pearly white teeth peek out from her mouth. Her long light brown hair glistens in the harsh light of the gym, the thick locks dancing just below her shoulders in a medley of voluminous waves. Her delicate little nose crinkles slightly at the scent of stale sweat that clings to the gym, her soft cheeks blushing a deep deep red and her heart shaped jawline quivering ever so slightly.
Much like her face, her build is extremely light and delicate. Her arms and legs seem to lack much in the way of muscle, with only a faint hint of soft plush fat to take the edge off her otherwise bony figure. The only place with any sort of visible muscle being in her calves, the harsh angle of her heels causing the underlying tendons to flex and leave a distinct alluring presence.
Her waist cinches in tightly, her hips only flaring out a good bit by comparison. Behind her sits a pert and plump heart-shaped rear, the tight and plush cheeks holding out the back of her dress and raising the already short hem dangerous north of the knee.
Her chest is equally eye-catching, the large window in the red fabric of her dress revealing a bountiful bust that holds itself into two perky and perfectly formed mounds that would leave her drooling if they weren't hanging from her chest.
A loud clank quickly shakes me from my stupor, a low giggling rising from the redhead as she secures the large metal plates to silver bar above the bench.
"Done checking out my girlfriend weirdo?" she asks, stepping behind me and pulling me into an embrace.
For a moment slump back, melting into her arms as they squeeze my slender form tightly. Her hands traces down my dress, painting my subtle curves as she tugs the hem a little bit and accidentally jostles my chest.
"Look at the big man" she coos softly, keeping her voice to a breath whisper as I feel it tickle at my neck. "Maybe we can see who can lift more before we leave, winner gets to decide when Jordan comes back and how long Jess sticks around" she chuckles, releasing me from her embrace as she climbs on to the bench.
I shiver for a moment at her suggestion, my eyes going wide as she slides under the bar.
"I'm kidding" she laughs, rolling her shoulders and getting her hands in position. "Mostly... Hey can you keep count?"
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