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Princess Prick Tease

By: xelliebabex



Author's note: This began as a Halloween story then went too far off course and became to long for me to salvage it, but as I like the story I have decided to trim it down into chapters and post it here instead. I hope you like it. Thank you to JK Moreland for his copy-editing It is much appreciated. ~ellie

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"I won't ever ask you for another favour if you just do this for me," Adam pleaded.

"I just..." Grace looked into his face seeing the look he gave her. "What about..."

"I have asked everyone, including you, so many times that people have stopped answering my calls," he said plaintively exaggerating the situation. 

"I am not a model, look at me!" Grace said in exasperation.

"I look at you all the time," Adam said softly, "You forget we grew up together, I know underneath that sack you call a dress there's a hot body. No one will even recognise you I promise."

Grace glared at him over the rims of her glasses. That was a backhanded compliment and it stung a little. She had never in her life been considered hot, occasionally she may have bordered pretty in some eyes but she was too short, too dull, too average. She had dated a little at college, mostly with equally nerdy guys but nothing very serious. Now a year after college, she and her best friend from childhood Adam had become a pseudo couple while waiting for the great loves of their lives to come along. They attended reunions and some parties together but it was only ever as friends. It wasn't that they hadn't tried to date from time to time, they loved each other as friends and it was only natural to want more, but the timing always seemed off and it had never really worked for them. Adam lived life at full speed and Grace found it hard to keep up, even as just his friend. She stood considering him.

"Come on Gracie, please. I really want to do this, it's an awesome opportunity. I can't do it without you." Adam was begging now.

"Only because you can't convince anyone else to go along with your ridiculous scheme, yet again," Grace sighed.

Adam saw her eyes roll as she began to give in and let a wicked smile slowly cross his lips. "I promise you won't regret it Gracie. Thank you Thank you Thank you! No one will even know it's you once I am done."

Grace let Adam pick her up and twirl her around happily. She knew, just as he knew, that she would eventually give in. He must truly be desperate if he had asked her in the first place over some of their more statuesque, beautiful friends.

"There are stipulations," she laughed at his enthusiasm. "You have to share the prize money with me."

"Fine, that's fine really. What else?" Adam put her down and stepped back looking at her imagining in his mind what he could do.

"No one and I repeat no one can know it's me," her voice had become serious, "Promise me Adam, I am still living down the last time I helped you out like this."

"I promise, I promise. Even your own mother won't recognise you," Adam flashed a beguiling smile at her. Knowing he had her and not wanting to waste any more time as his deadline approached he took her hand and led her into his artist's studio. "I need to get some photos and quick sketches and colour matches done first."

Grace looked around, he had known she would give in to his sincere pleading and had readied the room with a few bottles of their favourite wine and a huge fruit and cheese platter. She groaned realising she could have held out for much more than a share in the prize money but acknowledged it was probably too late to renegotiate terms.

"Why do you want to do this weird little show anyway? It's not like a huge spring show or anything." Grace asked as she plucked a small bunch of grapes from the platter and sat in the battered old chair she favoured in his studio. Adam was an artist who had fallen in love with textiles in high school. He had been screen printing alternative senior shirts for each of his friends playing with the colours and effects and different materials when he decided that was what he wanted to do forever. He had gone to an arts college that also had courses in fashion and business and had been determined to take on the large fashion houses of the world with his fabric designs.

He found that getting his fabrics and off beat designs noticed by eminent designers harder than he had planned on and increasingly looked for alternative routes to those people who dictated the worlds sense of what was in or out at any given moment. This latest venture of his though was too far out in left field for Grace to understand why he wanted to do it so badly.

"Are you kidding?" Adam looked at her incredulously. "This is where the money is, the Nuevo riche. They don't depend on celebrity or old world money and publicity they are all self-made or mostly. Designer brands mean nothing to what they like and will pay through the nose for. And..." he paused adding a flair of the dramatic, "They are gonna love me and in turn you, my Grace-ful one."

"Alright so explain it to me like I am a two year old. Step by step every little detail and we will see if I need to renegotiate my terms," she said with a smile finding his enthusiasm for this new project as infectious as all his other schemes.

"Walking Art," Adam said simply.

"No, Adam. The whole story from the time you heard about it and how," Grace picked up the glass of wine he poured for her and settled back in the chair. 

"We really should get the initial stuff done first. This could take a while," he said. Noting the stubborn look on her face, Adam put down his camera and sat in the chair opposite hers picking up his wine and looked at her. He told her the story of how a few weeks prior he had met up with his brother on a boy's night out. Several of the guys from his brother's place of work had been there and they had started talking about the new club that opened up on Turbo Street in the CBD where the old theatre had been on the corner. Grace had look surprised, she had heard about that club. The first of that type to open publically in the CBD rather than hiding away in an industrial area somewhere away from the horrified general public's awareness.

"The Zoo?" Grace queried. 

"Yeah, that's the one. Anyway apparently they put out an open call to designers to come up with Halloween costumes for the first of what will become their annual charity ball, to coincide with Halloween," he said trying to appeal to her altruistic side. "It a huge contract if I win," the look on her face stalled him and made him back pedal, "We win." Adam corrected himself.

"So you're telling me these people are going to run a charity event from a den of iniquity? Who are they trying to save sexual predators?" Incredulity lit her face.

"Stop acting so holier than thou I know you better than you realise, and I don't buy it. 'These people', as you said so smarmily, are good people who like a bit of kinky sex now and then. As I recall you didn't mind a bit of excitement in the boudoir with what's his name." Adam clicked his fingers trying to remember the name of the guy she had dated with a very kinky side.

"Gavin," Grace groaned. "But that was entirely different."

"Pffft," he waved her rebuff away. "Just because you did it in secret doesn't make it any different to the tattooed, pierced, latex wearing freaks who don't get embarrassed about showing what they like."

"Urg, remind never to talk to you about my sex life again," she grumbled.

They talked about his ideas for a bit and then began the inevitable bouncing of ideas off each other. Grace had a love of art but was never truly good enough to compete with the likes of Adam and other equally gifted people but she had good ideas at times. She became fully engaged in the project fairly quickly as she drank more wine and became less self-conscious.

"I'll open this second bottle if you take that sack you call a dress off and we can start working," Adam held up the bottle tempting her.

Grace found herself becoming inexplicably self-conscious again. It wasn't as if Adam hadn't seen her in her underwear before, it was just that it was so long ago, when they were both much younger in addition to one disastrous attempt at a relationship during the summer of their second year at University. She had put on a little weight since then. She looked at her now empty glass and groaned standing and pulling the loose fitting material over her head.

Adam was surprised, the ultra-thin gangly girl he had known seemed to have disappeared behind this feminine shapely figure and he admired the curve of her thigh and hip along with the now full rounded breasts. "Wow," Adam breathed in appreciation.

"If you say one word about my weight the deal is off!" Grace threatened him.

"What?" He asked perplexed. "You look great you were always too skinny before, right now you look perfect." Adam tore his eyes away from her to fill her glass with the newly opened bottle and smiled. "Put on a few more pounds for all I care it suits you."

Grace looked into his eyes and could see he wasn't teasing her, but doubt lingered in her mind. She took the glass and took a sip before putting it down. "Let's get this over with then, where do you want me?"

Angling his head toward the green wall he played with the settings on his camera mumbling, "We will get the basics done first then a few shots in different poses so I have something to work from." When it came to his art and his textiles Adam became obsessive, Grace ceased to exist as a person and became a medium for him, clay for a sculpture. She called a halt every so often to drink more, eat more and bring him back to the real world where she was a living breathing human being but after the second bottle of wine which she had pretty much drunk on her own she moved to the chaise.

"That's enough already, you have more pictures of me now than my parents took in a lifetime," she slurred.

"Fine," Adam grumbled and took the camera to his computer to review the shots he had taken properly.

Shortly after, she fell asleep. When she woke Grace cursed herself for drinking so much and looked around blearily seeing Adam sitting at his small easel sketching. "Explain to me when I lost my mind and agreed to take my bra off for you?"

"About halfway through the second bottle when I said I needed the natural contours of your breasts and ribs. You agreed, though at that stage you would have gotten completely naked for me if I had asked in the right way," he smirked. "You seemed to like being a bit of an exhibitionist at about that stage of the night."

"Did you sleep at all?" She asked ignoring his last comment.

"Are you kidding? Who knows when I will get you to sit still for that long again without your sack-like clothes," He chuckled at her look of dismay and took over her bra and dress. "You have a great figure. You shouldn't hide it so much. Don't put your clothes back on just yet. I'm going to need fairly accurate measurements, plus I am just as happy to look at you without them," he winked at her. "Stay here and I will grab you some water and aspirin, and see if there is anything for breakfast in the kitchen."

Standing and stretching out her legs from the cramped posture of sleeping on the too small chaise, Grace wandered over to his sketch block on the easel. Adam had an amazing talent and she wished he would do more with it than the offbeat things that seemed to appeal to him. She flicked the used pages over and began to look through the sketches, mesmerised by how he had captured her sleeping form and transformed it into various animorphs. 

In their discussions earlier in the night before her drinking binge they had agreed that the name of the club, The Zoo, leant itself entirely to using animal costumes and in an attempt to edge out the competition, Adam, would create animorphs where most of the costume would be body paint or specifically designed vinyl that could imitate latex. It was too late to have latex made in time to his designs but if they wanted them in the future it could be arranged. The vinyl though was easily treated, as would be any fur he decided to use.

Adam came back in carrying the remnants of the fruit and cheese platter from last night to which he had added some ham and bread. "I don't usually do breakfast," he shrugged.

"The sketches are good," she said purposefully understating his work and taking the water and aspirin he offered her. It was surreal to be sitting having a conversation with him while wearing only her panties but he seemed in no hurry to take her measurements or to have her leave as he would have in the past when working on a project.

"Well this is uncomfortable," Grace said suddenly. "Get your measuring tape or make your best guestimate because I need to put some clothes on."

"Wait," Adam said, "What's the hurry? I am still thinking over my sketches now you're actually upright and talking." Grace gave him a hard look and he went to get his measuring tape out of the small sewing kit he kept in his studio. "I don't know why you're in such a hurry," he reiterated shaking his head, "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. We grew up together, dated, had sex even."

"I don't see you getting your gear off and strolling around," her words held barbs she didn't really feel.

"Will that make you feel better?" he asked pulling off his shirt. "There you go I am topless now too."

"Oh yeah that makes a lot of difference," she rolled her eyes.

"Trust me you don't want me to take off my pants. You have told me time and time again that I have no self-control. I would hate to prove you right, yet again," he smirked at her meaningfully and without thinking she glanced down.

"You're not coming near me with that thing at the ready," Grace laughed. "Have you forgotten the last time we got involved?" He pulled a face remembering how he had almost lost his best friend through some particularly bad choices. "Exactly, now give me the measuring tape and I will do it."

Sheepishly Adam handed over the tape and instructed her on the measurements he wanted writing them down as she went, at times having to be reminded to do so. He tried to remind himself that this was his frumpy, confidante and advisor. His brain agreed but his eyes and libido did not and his heart didn't know which one to believe. She had been his first love and though it didn't work out romantically he still loved her, as a friend he reminded himself. But a friend wouldn't be teasing him on purpose like his imagination was letting him believe.

Grace was enjoying the moment. That dreadful summer had robbed her of self-esteem and self-confidence. It had taken a long time for their friendship to recover from the hurt and betrayal she felt. As always Adam had hounded her begging forgiveness until she finally gave in and they promised to never even in moments of weakness become intimate again. It was friendship they were best at and each of them needed the other in their own way. Even still, knowing the reaction she was getting, it was too much of a temptation not to tease him with what he had thrown away with his creative curiousness and in the end; cheating.

Grace had cupped her beasts holding them up as the tape slid beneath them measuring her rib cage, she had flattened the tape against her nipples as she measured her bust line. She had widened her stance and even put a foot up on the low chaise tilting her pelvis up to measure the inside of her thigh accurately and finally he had groaned and turned away. Victorious, she was no longer in such a hurry to redress.

"Is that it?" Grace asked sweetly.

"Yeah. Get dressed," Adam said stiffly. He was unwilling to risk the friendship he had with Grace. She was the one person he could really trust to tell him the truth about his work, about his friends and when he was being an ass. That didn't mean he didn't want to re acquaint himself with her intimately, just that he knew he couldn't or rather shouldn't.

Grace felt the change in atmosphere and wondered if she had gone too far. She turned to get dressed consoling herself with the fact that he deserved it really and finally dressed turned back to face him. He was busy at his easel again and she sat to eat a little more as they talked about what was next and when he would need her again.

"You couldn't swing a week off work before the deadline could you?" Adam asked hopefully.

"Not unless I kill off a family member," she shook her head.

"Kill off your Great Aunt Ida, she is non-existent anyway," he waved his hand as if conjuring the woman out of thin air.

Grace laughed and gathered her bag. "I'll swing by after work tomorrow night. I'll even bring real food for a change," still laughing she let herself out of his house.

*****

Over the past two weeks Grace had become more comfortable with being nude in Adam's studio. In fact she quite liked that at least once in a session he would groan and complain, "I'm only human Grace, geez!" Their promise to each other that it was not worth risking their friendship again loomed large like an elephant in the room as sparks flew between them.

She had visited Adam and often spent the night falling asleep on the chaise in his studio. Much to her department managers chagrin, Grace had killed off the fictional Great Aunt Ida and taken the week off work just before the deadline for submissions. Grace had known that the costumes would in fact have little material involved relying heavily on the art of body painting but even knowing this she cringed when she saw the small strips of fur and vinyl. 

It wasn't until the final week that Grace had been confronted with the actual fetish wear and the reality of exactly what she had agreed to. Of all of the ideas Adam had come up with for the costumes, he had narrowed it down to the top five and he hoped they could complete one each day and then edit them before the deadline. The range of materials and fetish gear could be highlighted by each design and hopefully appeal to a broad market within the club. The other designs he had come up with would remain in sketch format with a blurb detailing the materials so in all there would be at least ten to twelve to choose from. Only the top five would be modelled by Grace and photographed as they would appear in reality.

When Grace arrived on the Friday night with luggage to stay the week, Adam had nearly bounced with excitement. He was in full manic mode now, as he often became when working under pressure. It took her some time to convince him that she had had a hard day and that starting in the morning was a much better idea. Instead he was taking her out for dinner as a thank you for her help. She needed to get him out of his studio, his obsession, his mind set and calmer before they went ahead with the project.

Over dinner they discussed the final tweaks he had made to the costumes he had created for her and the sketches he had made of the ones she would not wear. She was disappointed about the phoenix but he had argued that in the bird world all the pretty ones were male, including the phoenix. Instead he had concentrated on what he had chosen for her and why. He lamented once again that she had refused piercings of any description opting for fakery if it was absolutely necessary.

Returning home after eating and drinking too much Grace had been surprised to find that Adam had remodelled his studio slightly to include a small day bed and a round pedestal in front of the green wall. Exhausted from working both her usual job and then evenings with Adam over the last few weeks Grace climbed into the daybed and fell asleep almost immediately. Adam smiled; he knew sleep would elude him until after this was over and he sat at the large drafting desk in the corner and studied her.

Being so close to her in her nudity had made him question what he had believed was a myth about men not being able to be just friends with women. Admitting that he was not the man to ever make Grace truly happy in a monogamous relationship he had been guarding himself against the feelings he had toward her. Treating her body as a canvas for his creativity he had been avoiding those intimate moments of real conversation outside of the project. Tonight had brought him back to reality, reminding him why he did value her friendship so much. She got him. She actually understood who he was and why he took on projects like this. Groaning at the turmoil he felt where Grace was concerned he turned back to his work and the sketches which were finished ordering them and making small adjustments to the written descriptions.


Princess Prick Tease Ch. 02



Author's note: Thank you once again to JK Moreland for editing my story, it is truly appreciated. I hope you enjoy this chapter.




Daydreaming constantly, Grace found she still couldn't rid herself of the image of Tristan and finally picked up the phone to see if Eve wanted to go out again. Unfortunately, Eve was away on some sort of corporate team building exercise for the rest of the week. As the new awakened princess within her told her she could go out on her own and that she wouldn't be alone for long if she did, the smart and shy Grace just couldn't find the courage to do it. She knew Adam would go with her but she really didn't want to ask him, especially as she hoped to once again run into Tristan in the same bar.

Becoming increasingly more aware of her body and the curves she had seen as proof of her weight gain and therefore fat she now started to appreciate them more and shed her baggy clothes in favour of more form fitting outfits; enjoying the compliments and surreptitious looks she got from her mostly male work colleagues who had barely noticed that she was a woman before. She didn't know if it was just the modelling for Adam and his practically non-existent costumes or the night she had met Tristan and in his words been taught a lesson or even a combination of the two, but the newly found voice in the back of her mind, that she had named princess, seemed to be growing louder and influencing her reactions to everyday things. 

Grace began to notice the way the men in her office treated her and the way that changed as she began to revamp her wardrobe. She became more aware of them and their varying ranges of types of masculinity in turn. As time went on Grace listened more often to the flirtatious Princess Prick Tease. The Princess lounged comfortably now in the back of her mind swilling champagne and making arbitrary remarks of a sexual nature about everyone she met. The princess it seemed wanted to experience everyone and everything, she wasn't picky, she just wanted Grace to become more courageous and make some moves of her own rather than waiting for someone else to show interest in her. Grace imagined two small figures of herself arguing with each other, one dressed as a vamp; the other as a frumpy book worm. So far the bookworm had the edge but Grace wasn't sure how long that would last if she didn't give the princess some actual freedom soon. 

By the end of the week Grace was feeling confused and on edge. Not wanting to do something she might regret by giving her inner princess total free reign, Grace decided to go home for the weekend, it had been a while since she had spent time with her mother even though they were close. She left work early Friday and headed to her childhood home.

She spent the weekend being pampered and spoiled by her mother who loved having her home for a full weekend. Her parents understood that as a young single woman she needed her own time and space and didn't place a lot of demands on her time limiting it to family occasions of birthdays and holiday celebrations. Grace often felt guilty that she didn't make the effort to spend more time with them; many of her friends did not have family as nearby as she did and they made the effort to travel to them more often than Grace saw her parents.

By Sunday afternoon she had convinced herself that the whole of the last two weeks was a mere aberration; a fantasy just like the costumes she had worn. She had even managed to relegate Tristan and Princess Prick Tease back to a far corner of her mind. The new awareness and acceptance of her curvier body though stayed. Her mother had commented on how healthy and happy she looked; she had always been too thin in her mother's eyes. Was there such a thing as too thin she wondered on her drive home? She certainly wasn't fat now, just curvier; the roundness of her belly showed rather than the hollow that used to be between her hips. She found that clothes in her correct size hung on her frame differently now and though she had managed to quiet the princess she did not want to go back to the baggy formless clothes she had been wearing.

She had been shopping with her mother and bought sensible but form-fitting clothes for work including new bras and underwear that helped accentuate her newly revealed shape. In all she had had a really good weekend and put the week of fantasy from her mind. Life for Grace more or less went back to normal. She became less aware of the covert looks her work colleagues gave her as they became used to the more fashionable Grace. Eve called on her return from the corporate boot camp and reluctant to release her princess from the dark corners of her mind again so soon after relegating her there made a shopping date for later in the week with her instead of a night out on the town.

They met several days later for coffee after work and began shopping for nothing in particular, just enjoying the browsing and looking at new fashions. Grace had blown a huge chunk of her savings in the last week on new clothes that fit her properly but she admitted it was worth it. She felt good about how she looked for the first time in over a year and promised to put herself on an ultra-tight budget after the holiday season. 

"Oh my god I love this dress, but I could never pull off the colour," Eve exclaimed turning and holding the dress against Grace, "You try it on. I wanna see how it looks."

"You try it on," Grace laughed looking at the garment, feeling the princess wake up in the back of her mind with interest. "It's really not my thing, where would I wear it?"

"If they had it in another colour I would." Eve held the colour up against herself and the freckles discreetly hidden beneath makeup and scattered across her shoulders seemed to gather a life of their own when the bright orange fabric was held against her.

"No one suits that colour," Grace continued laughing.

"You were wearing this colour the other night when you came to get your car, Tristan liked it a lot." Eve wheedled and the princess fully woke up in Grace's mind at the mention of his name.

"I doubt he even remembers that I exist, I only met him that one time briefly. It's not like we exchanged phone numbers or anything," Grace surprised herself with the hint of regret that had crept into her voice.

"He'd know you exist in this dress," Eve tempted her one more time.

"Fine," Grace grumbled, "If only to prove that no one suits that colour."

Grace could feel the princess breaking free of the chains she had put her in as the donned the flimsy material. The pieces that went over her shoulder as straps flared out only slightly to cover half of her breasts and were held together by fine silver chains. The strips of material continued down past her exposed navel to a buckle of sorts that gathered the fabric just above the mound that denoted her femininity. The material that draped her sides hugged over her hips and thighs in a short skirt. She turned, looking at herself in the mirror on the other wall admiring the view from behind where the same fabric draped her shoulders and sides held together by fine silver chains and gathering just above the crevice of her ass.

Impatient as always Eve barged into the dressing room, dragging her out into the small corridor, "Oh my god!" She exclaimed. "It was made for you. We are so going out tonight with you in that dress."

Having let the princess free, Grace barely thought about it before she said, "Do you really think so?"

"Of course, silly. Quick, change, I know where you can get the perfect shoes, then we seriously have to shop for me!" Eve giggled and pushed her back into the changing room.

"It's getting a bit late don't you think for going out tonight?" They had shopped for hours and stopped for something to eat. It was nine when Grace looked at her watch after having wrested control back from the princess as she now called the more flirtatious, exhibitionist side of her personality. She rarely went out on a night where she knew she had to get up for work the next day.

"Are you kidding? Nothing fun ever happens until after ten," Eve explained, acting as if Grace was a simpleton. "I'll follow you home so you can pick up some stuff for tomorrow and get changed then we can go back to my place and leave from there it's closer to the hot spots anyway."

While Grace had second thoughts the princess eagerly agreed and by ten thirty they were walking into the bar where Grace had met Tristan. Grace's eyes travelled around the room, saddened that the enigmatic man that haunted her dreams seemed not to be there. They grabbed stools at the bar and ordered drinks but it was barely minutes before they were joined by a group of Eve's admirers and she was whisked off to the dance floor. Grace let the princess side of her nature out to play and flirted outrageously with everyone including the bartender who seemed to recognise her. In the back of her mind she sized up the men who flirted with her wondering if any of them was a no bullshit kind of guy who would teach her a lesson as Tristan had.

While Grace often appeared to have two left feet as she shyly danced trying not to gain any attention, the princess loved to dance and Grace found herself on the dance floor as often as Eve, leaving her phone and purse with the bartender who knew Eve as a regular. Princess Grace was having such a good time holding court with would-be partners that she totally lost track of the time and it was almost three when she grabbed her phone from behind the bar and checked it. She groaned, looking around and noticing the thinning crowd. 

"Everything, okay?" The bartender had stayed close after giving her purse and phone to her and heard the groan.

"It's late," she laughed, "How did it get so late?"

"Time stands still for no man or woman," he looked her up and down appreciatively, "And that dress proves you're all woman."

"Too bad the person I hoped would appreciate it like that isn't here tonight," Princess Grace leaned over the bar showing the view of her breasts to him.

"Too bad for Tristan," the bartender agreed. Grace raised her eyebrows at the mention of his name when she was sure she hadn't said it herself. He laughed, "Do you know how many girls in here take his aloofness as a challenge?"

"Oh," Grace said unable to hide the disappointment from her voice.

"You're ahead of the game, he lets them come to him usually," he smiled a lazy smile that made her think of Tristan's arrogant smirk and she looked confused by what he had said. "He approached you not the other way around, right?" Grace nodded. "And he asks Eve about you when he sees her, I imagine he will be disappointed to have missed that dress and the fact that you came hoping to run into him again."

"Well if he thinks I am gonna chase after him when he can't even pick up the phone..." Princess Grace was indignant. She knew he didn't have her number but Eve would have given it to him probably if he had asked.

"Has he got your number?" The bartender was ignoring the other patrons letting one of the younger guys who had been out picking up glasses move behind the bar to serve.

"No," she admitted, "but he could have asked Eve."

"Well let's not let that dress go to a complete waste, let's send him a picture shall we?" Grace was startled by the bartender's words but the princess was overjoyed and before Grace had time to think through the repercussions she was posing on a barstool, drink in hand.

"So now that we have established I am one of Tristan's many groupies, tell me how you know him?" Grace was enjoying the individual attention the bartender was giving her and began to flirt in earnest thinking the night may not be a total loss.

"He's my brother," he said and chuckled low. Grace blinked seeing more than just the resemblance in his smile. She could truly see how similar they were now that she looked properly. His phone buzzed with a message and he roared with laughter making her lean back over the bar curiously toward him. He turned the phone toward her and she read;

"That's her. Princess Prick Tease. Give her a fucking tiara and send her home."

Graces eyes flew wide at the message on the screen. It was definitely in the angry tone he used with her the night they met and the princess within revelled in the fact he had reacted similarly. She looked up at the bartender with her most innocent expression, "So, to whose home is the question?"

"He is so used to having girls fall at his feet, the fact that you show up after two weeks looking like that must have really got under his skin. Now if you truly want to get a reaction from him, my home is just a hop skip and a jump away." That lazy smile returned with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. Not waiting for her answer he turned to the bar and yelled, "Last drinks!"

He spoke to two of his staff before coming around the bar and placing a small plastic child's tiara on her head and taking her hand, "Shall we?" The princess took over at that point, Grace was too stunned at the turn of events to make any coherent thoughts or hold her inner princess back any longer. The princess had an itch to scratch and she was eager to see how Tristan's brother performed.

"Wait," Grace said pulling back slightly, "I need to at least know your name."

"Lance," he grinned, "Lancelot, Mum was a bit obsessed with Camelot, we all have round table names."

"How many of you are there?" She had let him take her hand again and was leading her through a side door to the bar and up a flight of stairs.

"Five brothers, one sister," he explained opening the door to a small well furnished apartment and pulled her in after him shutting the door. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply sliding the straps of the dress from her shoulders and down her arms until the dress hung limply from her waist. He broke the kiss to pull his own shirt off and then resumed kissing her as the rest of their clothes tumbled to the floor. He stepped away from her holding one hand and gazing at her, "As beautiful as the hint hinted at," he said softly and lead her toward a couch in the centre of the room.

Blushing deeply she gazed back at him. She didn't know how she had got to this point but the princess was excited by the Adonis that stood before her with his huge hard cock pointing at her. He was classically handsome, dark hair, the same smouldering eyes of his brother and a thatch of dark curly hair across his chest which led down in a small thin trail past his naval to his groin. She noted that he kept his pubic hair short and this made his cock look even bigger as he stroked it gently. Unable to stand the scrutiny anymore it was her turn to close the distance and she stepped forward suddenly, in a rush almost and knelt at his feet as he sat on the couch wrapping her lips around his cock.

"Oh yeah," Lance groaned stroking her hair, his hips moving gently. She seemed not very experienced and had no real technique but he enjoyed the excitement with which she sucked him. He could feel her need and arousal rather than the jaded bimbo's who went through the motions until they could get off themselves; those he normally found at the end of a night in his bar when he was horny.

Tugging on her hair he pulled her up to him and guided her back to the couch. Sitting he made her straddle his hips and impaled her on his cock. Grasping her ass cheeks in both hands he guided her as she rose and fell on him, watching mesmerised as her breasts bounced before his eyes.

Grace was panting and whimpering hotly as she worked her thigh muscles to fuck with him. Moving suddenly he rolled to his side pinning her to the couch underneath him. Lance pulled her legs up over his shoulders and began pounding into her hard and fast. She cried out and bucked her hips to his thrusts as she felt the pressure inside her build.

Lost in the pleasure of fucking such a sexy woman, Lance lifted a hand to her throat and circled it tightly, her eyes widened and as his fingers gripped her tighter and she came on his cock, "Fuck yes!" he roared and she felt him drive deeply into her and his cock pulse within her shaking body. 

His grip loosened but his hand stayed around her throat as he collapsed heavily on top of her. Grace breathed deeply and closed her eyes. If anyone had told her yesterday morning that she would be lying here like this with the brother of the man she fantasised about she would have called them a fool. She couldn't believe she had done it and strange guilt crushed down on her as the princess curled up sated in a corner of her mind.

She berated herself for blowing any chance she had of revisiting those earth shattering orgasms with Tristan and admitting the truth of his words, sex with another man just wasn't as satisfying if he did not have that alpha male dominant streak. She realised Lance was looking down on her and watching her expressive face as she thought of Tristan while she still lay with his brother inside her. The true reality of what a slut she had been dawned on her and she squirmed from beneath him sitting up and looking around the room.

Lance kept an arm around her and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. "You want to sleep for an hour or so, I am guessing you have to go to work this morning." 

"Urg, work," Grace groaned and nodded looking up at him. He kissed her lightly. "Better not to sleep at this point I think. I'll have an early night tomorrow night."

"Great then let me take you out for breakfast. I am starving and I know this place that has great coffee." Lance stood up and wandered out of the room calling, "Let me just grab a pair of jeans and maybe a jacket for you." She could hear his chuckle as she too stood up to gather her clothes.

They went out to breakfast. Lance was easy to talk to and it seemed to Grace that in no time they were talking like old friends. She promised to come to his club more often and he asked for her phone number to ensure she did. They didn't make an actual date but it was implied and though she was disappointed to have messed up any chance she had with Tristan she had to admit Lance was a truly nice guy who made her feel at ease as well as desirable. By the time she went back to Eve's to shower and change for work Grace was back in control of her world and the princess once again sat in chains in the back of her mind reminding her in quiet moments that what she truly wanted was a man like Tristan again.

The day dragged on for Grace and finally at five she grabbed her bag and headed home. She crawled into bed without bothering to eat and fell deeply asleep. She didn't hear her phone when it rang or the knocking on her door. It wasn't until having used his spare key that Adam stood over her bed prodding her that Grace woke up startled and screamed before coming to her senses.

"Shit Adam what are you doing here?" She exclaimed.

"Well you wouldn't answer your phone or the door. I was worried about you. Sue me!" he turned and sat on her bed.

"Too tired," she looked at her clock seeing it was after midnight and pulled back the covers, "Get in you can tell me whatever is so important first thing in the morning."

"We are a finalist!" Adam was bouncing on the bed trying to wake her up properly.

"That's nice, I hope we win," she said sleepily, her eyes firmly shut once again. "Get in the bed and shut up or get out," her voice was almost a whisper as her dreams pulled her down again.

Worried that his prized model and best friend was ill, not wanting to let her out of his sight until he had told her what they had to do next in the contest he pulled off his shoes, shirt and pants, slipping under the covers in his boxers. He snuggled close and wrapped his arms around her, grateful she wasn't naked. He had spent so much time looking at her naked body lately that he had fallen in lust with her all over again. He lay there holding her and wondering why when he had her he hadn't been satisfied. Why he had kept his boyfriends and tried to make her accept them as part of their life together. Of course he was not done exploring his sexuality yet and had hoped it was something they could explore together. It probably didn't help that he sprung it on her the way he did; maybe with some discussion she could come around to his multiple-partnered way of life.




Princess Prick Tease Ch. 02



He smiled thinking of his latest conquest, gorgeous guy called Gareth who had joined in his fixation with the photos of Grace the morning after an amazing night of wild sex. His hands played very lightly over her body as he imagined a threesome with Gareth and Grace. Grace purred and squirmed under his gentle touch and he wondered about her dreams. He kissed her shoulder lightly and she rolled back into him exposing her neck. Unable to stop himself he kissed his way up to her mouth.

In her dream-like state Grace rolled over, her dream melding with reality as she felt the insistent lips upon hers. The princess convinced her, that the dream was real and without opening her eyes she wrapped her arms around Adam believing him to be Lance. Adams soft voice murmured in her ear and the spell was broken. Grace's eyes flew open and she shrieked, "Adam!" She placed her hands on his chest and pushed hard to move away from him. "Adam , no. It never ends well when we go there."

Groaning he rolled over on his back, "You have no idea what staring at you for the last two weeks has done to me." He threw back the covers, "Look! Geez Gracie it's not like we haven't slept together before."

"Our relationship is already fifty different kinds of fucked up, do you really want to add another level to that?" Grace sighed. "We just aren't built for this. We can't be friends with benefits." Grace had woken up and was starting to sit up in the bed as she spoke softly to him.

Adam wanted to argue with her but he knew she was right. He pulled the covers back over him, "Fine, I guess but if you ever change your mind I will be here for you."

"Good to know," Grace laughed. "What was so urgent you had to break into my house and try to do me while I slept?" She grinned. "No luck at the pub tonight?"

"I've been trying to call you since five. I thought you were dead or something," he looked wounded at her teasing.

"It been a big week and I went out with Eve last night," Grace explained feeling bad for teasing him, "Just feel asleep when I got home, that's all."

"Ah, Eve, I think she may be a bad influence on you," Adam smiled.

"You still haven't answered my question. What was so important that you're here at this time of night trying to seduce me?" Grace looked at him with interest.

"We are a finalist! In the Halloween costume contest," Adam grinned.

"That's great but couldn't that have waited until the morning?" Grace eyed him knowing there was more.

"We have to attend the club in person with a model in costume so they can see it as it truly is, no camera or special effects. I know you didn't want to be..." Adam started to explain.

"Which costume?" Grace asked cutting him off taking Adam by surprise.

"You'll do it?" Adam had thought a lot more begging and pleading would have had to happen before she agreed.

"You haven't told me which costume, yet," Grace hadn't said yes yet and she was surprising even herself that she was happy enough to do it. "Kane and Maggie both said they never would have known it was me if I hadn't been there beside the photos. It's not like anyone I know goes to that club or will be making decisions about the costumes." She was musing to herself rather than Adam and justifying that the thought of being semi naked in one of Adams sexy costumes in front of a room full of strangers was oddly exciting her. She put her head in her hands and groaned, "I don't know what's going on with me lately Adam."

Adam raised an eyebrow at her and moved closer wrapping an arm around her shoulder. He didn't say anything, he just let her know he was there. They had always been able to talk about everything. They were best friends who just accepted each other as they were, warts and all so to speak. He waited for her to explain now that she had started.

"This whole costume thing, it's been... I dunno it's affected both of us in the same way. We almost slept together again tonight because of it. It was fun in the beginning, teasing you. You made me look at my body with the extra weight differently, like I was sexy. Then with the costumes added to that and Kane and Maggie. I went out with Eve and I didn't feel eclipsed by her for the first time ever. Like I could be, I dunno, something other than frumpy and overlooked in a crowd." She looked up at him and blushed. "And I liked it Adam, I liked the attention, I liked that you couldn't control that party in your pants when we were working together. That sort of backfired on us though didn't it?"

"You have always been a sexy bitch, you just haven't had the confidence before," Adam said slowly. "For what it's worth I like the new you too and if being an exhibitionist makes you feel excited and alive then I am all for it."

"You should see the dress I wore last night, bright orange! Talk about exhibitionist," Grace covered her face with her hands again.

"Orange? Seriously? That's my favourite colour. Show me. Show me!" He was bouncing on the bed. The last 6 weeks had been a strain and they had been so wound up in the project that they hadn't really talked -- like this – properly – intimately -- about the stuff going on in their lives. Grace laughed and went to grab the dress out of her bag she had thrown it in at Eve's, holding it up in the dim light from the bedside lamp.

"Where is the rest of it?" Adam teased.

"Exactly!" Grace exclaimed. "I don't know what is happening to me lately. I picked up a bartender for gawd's sake!"

"Details, details," Adam laughed. Unable to help herself she told him all about going looking for Tristan and what had happened with Lance.

"So you're only sleeping with strangers now, and that why you rejected me tonight; it makes sense," Adam teased. "Or maybe it's just that family. Are there any more brothers for you to flirt with?"

"Yes actually there are three more," Grace laughed. Then collapsed onto the bed again, "Good grief, I really have become Eve haven't I?"

"Hardly, if that were true you would be lying in the wet spot right now and I would be wishing I hadn't given up smoking." He looked at her seriously, "So what if you have been a bit of an exhibitionist, you have the body for it, why not I say."

"I do love you Adam, and if we are both single in ten years you'll be my first call if I ever have an itch that needs scratching." Grace snuggled close to him and hugged him tightly. They talked in hushed tones until they both fell asleep again. Adam admitting this was when they were best together when they could talk about everything going on in their lives. He told her about Gareth and sneakily showing him the photos and she lamented that sleeping with Lance probably ruined any chance she might have had with Tristan. She still hadn't divulged what had happened in the alley, it seemed too bizarre to explain why she continued to daydream about it and the man involved.

*****

Adam and Grace spent all of Saturday talking about costumes and which one she would have to appear in at the club. They had gone back to Adam's place and sat talking in the studio arguing over which of the costumes to use. They each like different features about each of the ones she had already modelled but Adam was trying to angle for something new; he just couldn't put his finger on what.

There were three people who had seen the costumes, four including Gareth and surprising herself once again Grace suggested they call Kane and Maggie and get their input as she and Adam didn't seem to be agreeing on anything. It was growing late and they had ordered pizza and sat around drinking beer still not coming to a decision when Grace finally gave in. "Look you're the artist at the end of the day. I may have to model it but it's your name as designer so fine, you don't have long to come up with a whole new costume, though."

"Well I sort of was working on something once we sent off the final submission to the contest," Adam looked uncertain. He grabbed up an open sketch book and put it on the table before them. The elf-like creature was painted in reds and deep browns, had what looked like bat wings and was entitled Harpie. Then he laughed at Graces look of horror and turned the page, smiling at the reactions to this second picture. It was a fox-like creature with a similar furred front to his cat costume, the main differences being the colour and the larger tail. It would still require some moulding around the nose but essentially it was more of a canine beast than feline. It amused Grace that everyone now seemed invested in the project rather than just Adam and her as his model.

"Let's give it tonight and see what James comes up with," Kane said, "He was going to find out if any of the designs went over better than others."

"Well what have we been doing for the last hour if not trying to decide this?" Gareth sounded exasperated. "Shit I need a real drink." He looked at Adam who shrugged.

"Good idea, its Saturday night let's go out and celebrate you making it to the final three," Maggie enthused.

"I heard about a great bartender last night, I would love to check him out," Adam smirked at Grace who blushed lightly but quickly regained her senses and gave Adam an evil look before turning to Maggie.

"It okay for these Bozo's to go out looking like they just don't care but let's raid Adam's special collection before we go," she had walked to the closet at the back of the studio and flung the doors wide.

"Oh yeah!" Maggie followed her over practically drooling over the hand painted fabrics.

"At least let me help choose what suits you if you are going to wear my creations," Adam didn't truly mind, the best way to get your clothes out there was to have women wear them and talk about where they got them. He had always thought getting celebrities to do this would be best but in the absence of celebrities his best friend and sister were some pretty good clothes horses.

He pulled out an electric blue sheath dress for Maggie that hugged all her curves in a flattering short style and then he turned to consider Grace with all he had found out about her in the last twenty-four hours. "Do you trust me," he asked. When she nodded he grabbed a bulky hanger full of garments and took her hand leading her up to his bedroom.

He threw the garments on the bed and said, "That bartender won't know what hit him and Eve will be all over me wanting an outfit like yours. Hurry, hurry," he grinned and left the room.

Grace began to feel the princess break free as she wrapped the corset around her frame and pulled on the tiny hot pants. A tight fitting transparent chiffon draped over the top of the outfit making it seem dress-like with its large hand painted design in black and deep dark red. Pulling on some thigh high stockings, the lace like elastic gripping her thighs firmly she slipped on the shoes before turning to the mirror. Grace heard the princess purr deep and throatily as the term Kane had used, "Walking wet dream" popped into her head. She ran her fingers through her hair leaving it in a messy tangle and returned to the other end of the house where everyone waited. 

"Now that's why she is the sexy model not me," Maggie laughed as Kane wrapped his arm around her waist.

"You could pull that off Maggie," Kane said softly, "I think we will take one of those in this size, Adam."

The five friends piled into Kane's car and headed out for the night. She felt comfortable now that she had told Adam everything that was going on with her and an odd fusion of both sides of her personality meld to become princess Grace who could both be cautious of and revel in the hands resting on her legs as she was sandwiched between Adam and Gareth in the back of the car. 

Walking into the club, Grace steeled herself to face Lance again. He hadn't rung as she thought he might and even though she wasn't that into him she felt a stab of disappointment. The princess growled and walked straight up to the bar smiling widely at Lance and waving him over. It wasn't until she had introduced each of her friends that she dared to look around properly at the people seated at the bar and physical relaxed when there was no sign of Tristan.

Rather than her usual perch at the end of the bar Grace took a seat at a table with her friends. One of the bar staff approached with cocktails for the girls and beers for the men, "Compliments of the bar," he smiled.

"Thanks, mate," Gareth turned to look up at Lance in the bar saluting him with his bottle. It was still early and not very crowded. They drank and talked loudly and by the time James arrived to meet up with them they were all feeling the buzz of alcohol and good company. The men all huddled around one end of the table talking, except Gareth who dragged Grace and Maggie onto the dance floor admitting the whole costume thing wasn't really his bag. "The model on the other hand," he leered at Grace who laughed happily.

Eve came whirling onto the dance floor and hugged Grace. "You look amazing! You have to show me where you got that outfit!" Eve yelled over the music.

"It's a one off original, designer stuff," Grace laughed and pointed at Adam.

"No way! Adam is here too?" Grabbing Graces hand she dragged her back to the table demanding he design something sexy like that for her too.

"Hi, Eve," Adam grinned, "It's nice to you see you again too."

Eve leaned down to hug and kiss him before pouting, "Now can I have one of the Adam originals too?"

Adam ignored her and introduced James and Kane noting that James was single and seeing Eve's interest transfer from the clothes Grace wore to the man seated with him. Grace could see Lance signalling to her so she walked toward the bar squeezing through the now crowded bar. He pointed to the other end of the bar and Grace nodded feeling the crush of bodies around her as she moved. Grabbing a tall cocktail glass full of some multi coloured fluid he handed it to her and smiled leaning forward to brush his lips against her ear. 

"Surprise," he whispered before turning her bodily around. Grace stared at the broad chest before looking up into the stormy eyes of Tristan. She gulped loudly almost dropping her drink. The look in his eyes terrified her for some reason. Then that arrogant smirk crossed his face and he leant low to her ear and his deep voice rumbled.

"It seems you need another lesson Princess Prick Tease." His deep voice and words sent tremors through her body. Stunned to silence she said nothing. "Not pleased to see me?" He asked again in his rumbling whisper.

"I am here with friends if you want to join us," she raised her voice over the noise of the club.

"Sure," he smirked, "Why not." He could see she was trying to take control of the situation but the silly little bitch would find out that he was not one to be controlled. He was amused that she had slept with Lance though and he had not been amused by his brother's childish gloating, "Better me, your brother, than a peasant," he had laughed, "If you want her -- that little princess -- you better grab that girl while you can, before I decide to take her off you for good." Tristan grimaced as he followed Grace back to her friends.

Feeling his close proximity and the power of that half smile that had plagued her daydreams and fantasies of the last few weeks Grace turned and moved back through the crowd toward the table where her friends sat.

"Sir Tristan!" Eve exclaimed and all but knocked Grace over in her rush to hug and kiss Tristan as he stood passively beside the table. Adam turned and took in the man, raising an eyebrow at Grace. She took a seat as Eve wound her arm around Tristan's and introduced him to the small group. As Lance had said, Tristan was used to girl's falling at his feet just as Eve seemed to be doing and Grace vowed never to be one of those girl's. Her inner princess wanted to be chased, not to do the chasing, though the thought of Tristan fucking her again sent tingles up her spine.

Tristan unwrapped Eve from his arm and took a seat after greeting everyone with a head nod as they were introduced. James frowned at him, "You look familiar, have we met?"

"Yeah," Tristan responded without elaborating right away watching James think it over. "Take a good look at the bartender here it will come to you." Grace stared at the half smile she seemed to know so well as James got up asking if anyone needed a drink, before walking over to talk to Lance.

Tristan seemed to notice the coasters on the table had all been drawn on and asked who the artist was. Adam grinned and gathered them up explaining about the contest and becoming a finalist. Grimacing Grace looked at Maggie and pointed to the dance floor, Maggie in turn rolled her eyes at the men and got up walking with Grace to the packed dance floor. 

"Adam is so obsessive," she groaned. "I don't know how he keeps getting you to do this stuff."

"We all do things for Adam we wouldn't do for anyone else," she shrugged, "He has some Jedi mind control trick or something."

Maggie laughed as they stepped onto the floor. When they eventually returned to the table for their drinks more people had joined their table. Maggie perched on Kane's lap happily and Grace looked around at the remaining men. She leaned between Adam and Tristan to pick up her drink planning on sitting with Adam but Tristan's arm curled around her waist pulling her onto his lap. She looked up into Tristan's smouldering gaze and quivered. Adam leaned over interrupting the moment. He held a coaster towards Tristan.

"More like this?" Adam asked.

"Playboy bunny meets steam punk," Tristan laughed and Grace studied the hasty sketch.

"Yeah exactly! This is great, thanks. We got some work to do Gracie, let's go get started," Adam had that manic air about him. Grace felt Tristan's arm tighten about her waist.

"Slow down Adam I don't even know what you're talking about," Grace sighed.

Adam explained about the new idea he had come up with in talking to Tristan and wanted to start straight away as they had little time. Grace laughed at his enthusiasm and shook her head, "Oh no you're not making me take another week off work for a whole new collection, I agreed to one more costume that's it."

"She's your model?" Tristan was surprised.

"For someone who made me go to all the trouble of hiding her identity in the shots we finally submitted you sure do tell a lot of people," Adam grinned at Grace.

"It's not like he has seen the photos," Grace waved her hand airily but from the corner of her eye saw Tristan smirk, "He hasn't has he? Adam? You couldn't have brought them with you!"

"No of course not," Adam rolled his eyes at her, "I am not that bad, geez Gracie."

"Then how?" Grace frowned and tilted her head up to Tristan.

"The finalists are on display at The Zoo for the public to vote on," Tristan shrugged. "You could stand beside them and no one would guess they were you." Grace was mortified and a rose coloured blush crept up her neck into her face. "Though I imagine a little prick tease like you would enjoy being recognised," he rumbled softly into her ear. She shook her head slowly, and he laughed, "Care to test the theory?"

"Yes!" Adam eagerly agreed.

At the same time Grace shook her head crying, "No way!"

"What's going on?" Maggie asked with interest from the other side of the table.

"We are going to the zoo, zoo, zoo. How about you, you, you? You can come too, too, too. We're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo," Adam mimicked the children's song singing loudly and off key.

With very little discussion they all stood up to leave and Grace felt helpless in her reticence to go, she tried to voice her objections one more time and say there wouldn't be enough room in the car now that so many were going and she would catch a cab home.

"The whole point of going is to see if anyone recognises you," Adam said, "I doubt they will, shoot I doubt your own mother would recognise you in those photos. C'mon Gracie, think of it as a challenge. I dare you to go and stand beside the sphinx and have anyone recognise you." He was as excited as a school boy. "Plus Tristan has already said he would drive us."




Princess Prick Tease Ch. 02



Grace couldn't work out why Tristan was being so nice to them all. When he spoke to her it was always with disdain calling her a tease that needed to be taught a lesson. She looked up at him and felt she could have combusted from the smouldering heat in his glare. Grace did not answer but allowed herself to be carried along with the party. They split up on the street outside heading towards different cars. Tristan's hand had wrapped around her upper arm in a firm grip as if afraid she would escape him and he stood holding her door open as she climbed into the front passengers seat of his car, leaving the back for Adam and Gareth. 

"Another of my brother's will be at The Zoo if you want to sleep with him as well," Tristan said a little too loudly and Gareth burst out in fits of giggles as Adam gained his composure enough to try and defend Grace.

"Not cool man, low blow," was the best Adam could come up with. 

Grace flushed ten kinds of pink and died a little inside letting her princess take hold. "Interesting proposition, don't wait up for me tonight Adam, you know how us princess types are." The smirk disappeared from Tristan's face and he turned his head fixing the full force of his burning gaze onto her. Inside she did a little happy dance, she wasn't some love struck girl that would follow him around like a puppy in case he deigned to look her way.

They travelled in silence aside of the small sniggers from Gareth in the back seat, but it wasn't far and within fifteen minutes they were pulling into the parking garage of a building in the same street as the club. Walking through the front door it appeared just as a normal club and Grace felt deflated. She had expected something quite different; not quite a full on orgy by at least some serious nudity and heavy petting. The crowded room was typically set with the bar located centrally and a large dance floor at the far end. Her wrist was stamped upon entry and she was handed a token which she looked at quizzically. "It's for the voting," Tristan rumbled close to her ear again. She felt the tingles again. Trying to work out why a man who constantly seemed angry towards her and seemed to enjoy humiliating her would turn her on so much she followed the men aimlessly until she found herself looking at a life-sized picture of herself in costume.

Her mouth dropped open and she suddenly became aware of the people gathered around the photo. "I'll be back," Tristan rumbled, "Your prints are along this wall, the competition is along the back and other side. I will find you in a few minutes." Unlike the club they had just left which pumped set music through large speakers this club had a DJ who spoke often over and through the music. It was hard to hear what the people were saying about the photos as they grew closer to the sound system mostly though the comments ranged from flattering to outright lewd. She couldn't discern anything truly negative from them.

They walked slowly around the edges of the club looking at the competition, one a variation on the Rocky Horror theme and another, gothic looking vampires. Each of the collections was very different from each other and she realised that the gothic vampire theme was possibly more accessible to the average club patron than either of the other two especially with the popularity of several vampire series on television recently. She was disappointed for Adam but didn't let it show. When Tristan rejoined them Adam asked the same question she had been thinking.

"I thought this place had membership and would be pretty swanky, it's like a normal club," his disappointment could be heard in his voice.

"Yeah, all posers and wannabe's, there's hardly a real dominant in sight. Disappointing isn't it after the press gave it such a bad name," Tristan agreed. "Anyway onto the bet I have the perfect judge," he wrapped his hand around Graces upper arm again and propelled her through the crowd to the bar. He nodded to a girl behind the bar who gave him three beers and a blue drink in a large fluted glass. "It's a fruit tingle," he rumbled into Grace's ear passing her the drink. She took a sip and found it danced on her tongue as if she had been eating popping candy.

Once they all had a drink they walked back toward the front of the club once again; Tristan's hand held her arm tightly. They walked toward the Satyr photo, it was the one with the least face paint and prosthetics and a tall man with long dark hair turned and smiled a half smile at them as they approached. Grace recognised the smile and watched his mouth as he spoke in greeting knowing this was Tristan's brother. Tristan introduced him as Lad and in turn introduced them to him. Grace considered what she knew of the brothers and spoke up as he bent to kiss her cheek as she was introduced.

"Lad is short for Galahad I take it?" She grinned at his surprised expression.

"Lance told her," Tristan confirmed when Lad looked quizzically at him. 

"Ooh Sir Galahad," Eve practically swooned as she came to stand behind them with Maggie, Kane and the others.

"Wholly shit," Kane said, "You never told us they blew up the picture to life size. She looks amazing!" 

"Shut up you idiot. No one is supposed to know remember?" Maggie elbowed Kane hard in the ribs.

"Adam is the designer and artist," Tristan said to another quizzical look from Lad, purposefully omitting that Grace was the model.

"You and I have got to talk," Lad turned his full attention to Adam, "They're amazing shots, I can't wait to meet the model next week when you both come in." 

"You already met her," Adam laughed, "Geez I should have placed money on that bet." 

"Nights not over yet," Princess Grace retorted, "He was just introduced to ten people in ten seconds as if he would take notice of who is who." Lad was looking between the photo and Grace by this stage with a look of wonder on his face and she groaned. The arrogant smirk had appeared on Tristan's face so she pulled her arm away from his grip surprising him and taking two steps toward the picture she turned to look at the group, "Fine, it's me and I like it. I like being up there, I like the comments I have heard tonight, I like that Adam's genius could make frumpy little Gracie look that amazing." 

Looking around she saw a crowd gathering and fled back toward the entrance planning on catching a cab home and to get away from the fact that she just humiliated herself in front of her friends as well as strangers. Adam knew how she felt, they had talked about it just last night, but Eve and Maggie and the others didn't know she was a secret exhibitionist. Worst of all she had proved Tristan right in calling her Princess Prick Tease.

She had made it half way to the door before a security man stopped her and inquired if she was alright. "She is fine," Tristan said from behind her. 

"Yes, I am fine," Grace smiled crookedly at the security man and turned to look up at Tristan, "Happy now?"

"It's a start," Tristan's mouth quirked up into that arrogant smile that gave her tingles. "As much as I would like to give you another lesson in who you can and can't tease with that amazing body, you have been summoned to the owner's office."

This time he took her hand and led her back to the picture they had all been standing around finding only Adam and Lad still there. Lad lead the way into a closed door Grace hadn't noticed before so well it blended into the surroundings of the club. They walked into a quiet piano bar type area which was entirely more what she had expected in the main part of the club. Well-dressed men and women lounged in comfortable chairs and a small bar was manned by a young man as two girls circulated around the room taking drink orders. The room reeked of extravagance and money. Lad led them to the bar and ordered drinks to be brought to the office before walking on and through another door.

Lad spoke mainly to Adam, telling him that the club had received several offers for the actual photographs. If he considered putting them into an art show or silent auction in the lounge they had just passed through during the Halloween ball he could keep half of the proceeds which would be quite substantial, the other half going to their chosen charity. In this case Butterfly House, a charity that worked with children in the foster care system. 

Adam as always was enthusiastic at the thought of becoming a known photographic artist in addition to designer. In his mind he could see a range of fantasy portraits done for the elite crowd in the room they had just walked though. Caught up in his own ambition it took him sometime before he realised that Grace would be the one with her photo hanging in someone else's home. He looked over at her and smiled. 

"No one has known it was you until you let it slip. This could be great for us. Think about the extra money. You could go on a proper holiday, leave that boring job and find something you like to do, buy some fabulous clothes from a designer you know well at mate's rates!" Adam chuckled, "I'll still make you something fabulous to wear for Halloween. We aren't going to win with that crowd out there. This is guaranteed money and I promised you half already."

"Okay," she agreed, "But you can't use any of the ones you still have on your computer at home, where I am recognisable."

"There's more?" Lad asked.

"Are you kidding, it took my snap happy friend here longer to find his perfect shot than it did to apply all that body paint," she laughed.

"I'd like to see, maybe there are a few more we could use that would still keep your anonymity," Lad seemed eager to see the full collection.

"Sure come by anytime," Adam said happily.

"Anytime I am there to use my veto," Grace corrected him. She took another sip of her drink. She was enjoying the fruit tingles and the way they danced across her tongue. "Plus," she continued feeling freer now that she had let her princess out during her tantrum, admitting she liked the exhibitionism and the attention being Adam's model had given her, "I would hate to disappoint Tristan by not flirting with one of his brothers."

"We can't be disappointing Tristan now can we," that lazy half smile crept onto his face as he looked at Tristan, "I will look forward to it immensely."

"Well, I agree to the five photos you have out there, and reserve the right to veto any of the others you like and want to auction off. Adam can work out all the details because I need another drink," she stood up too quickly and wobbled in her high heels.

"I think you have had enough," Tristan rumbled in his deep voice and Adam picked up the hint of anger there. Taking a business card out of his wallet he tossed it on the desk to Lad.

"Give me a call; we'll set something up during the week. I better take her home. I think it's all been a bit too confronting tonight," he moved toward Grace but Tristan stood and blocked his way.

"I can take her home, if you want to stay and iron things out," the deep voice still held an edge that made Adam uncomfortable. 

"Thanks, but Grace is staying at my place tonight anyway," Adam smiled. 

"So who's got the bigger cock?" Lad laughed watching the two men eye each other warily.

"Tristan but I have known Adam's longer," Grace laughed with him.

"I thought you only slept with Lance," Adam looked surprised and Grace realised she had left out the interlude in the alleyway.

"Technically, I didn't actually sleep with either of them," she quipped covering herself and grinned at Adam.

"Geez Gracie, what have I done to my frumpy uptight friend?" Adam groaned, receiving puzzled looks from Tristan and Lad.

"Oh don't worry you didn't kill her on your own," Grace slurred slightly, "That one helped." She waved a hand in Tristan's direction to more laughter from Lad.

"You are priceless. How about lunch tomorrow, Grace?" Lad offered, "Write down your number and I'll pick you up at eleven after you have slept this one off.

"Oh sure, then I only have to find the other two brothers and I will have the whole set!" Grace giggled.

"Let's take her home," Tristan growled, "I'll drive you both."

Adam took her hand and Grace blew a kiss to the still laughing Lad as Tristan followed them out of the office and through the piano bar. They poured Grace into the back seat of Tristan's car where she passed out. The drive home was punctuated with directions given by Adam and stilted questions as they attempted to work each other out.

Grace woke up in the day bed in Adam's studio to the sound of her phone ringing. Finding it lying beside her bed she croaked into it, "Hello?"

"Did you forget our lunch date?" A cheery voice said.

"Who is this?" her voice was still husky.

"Lad, we met last night. I am Tristan's brother," Grace could hear the humour in his voice.

"I can barely move, I can't go anywhere, I think that blue drink Tristan gave me was toxic," she groaned.

"That's okay I am bringing lunch to you. Come open the door," Lad let his chuckle burst forth as she swore.

"Shit! What? Noooo!" Grace was instantly wide awake as she heard the feint knocking. She heard Adam grumble as he moved toward the door in his boxers and realising she was naked panicked and hung up. She had barely wrapped the sheet around her and got out of the day bed when Adam walked in with not only Lad behind him but Tristan as well, looking dark and stormy. 

"Shit! Adam what happened to my clothes?" She felt like she could have melted under the gaze of Tristan.

"You mean that trail of clothes we followed on the way in?" Lad made no attempt to hide his amusement at her predicament. "If meeting me in a sheet alone is your way of flirting I approve," he waggled his eyebrows at her.

"Oh god what did I do?" She walked tripping over the long sheet to the closet of Adams designs. "Adam choose quickly or I am taking whatever I can lay my hand on," she demanded.

"Take what you want," Adam grumbled and turned on his computer. "This was your idea I believe."

"Tristan fed me that blue stupid juice, all responsibility for my dumb-assery falls on him," Princess Grace had fully woken up and she picked through the closet not wanting to take anything he held dear.

Lad hadn't stopped laughing, "Dumb-assery. Yeah Tristan tends to bring that out in the women he likes."

"You don't try to kill people you like with toxic blue drinks," Grace retorted and turned on Adam. "Some best friend you are, help me Adam, I don't know which ones are my size."

"Here," Adam said, "I have opened the folder with all the photos of the costumes; have a browse through while I help the princess find a gown and tiara to hold court in, and grab some pants myself." 

"I see I am not the only one to think she is a Princess," Tristan rumbled.

Adam passed her what she thought was another white sheet and she stumbled out of the studio, tripping over the white sheet as she went. She looked around at the trail of clothes across the living and bending to pick them up as she went she found her underwear with the tight hotpants she had worn the night before. Better than nothing she decided and went to the bathroom cringing as she looked into the mirror at the remnants of her make-up and bed hair.

Deciding on a quick shower, she scrubbed her face and dampened the wild looking waves in her hair into some semblance of control giving the rest of her body a cursory wash before hurrying to dress. The white dress was gorgeous she realised, not that she should have been surprised, Adam had created it after all, the short skirt was held in place by a thin band that wound around her hips and the halter top crossed over in the front revealing a triangles of skin around her navel, ribs and cleavage, not that she had much cleavage to start with.

She tied her hair up in a messy knot feeling much more in control of herself, and prepared to face the two men who had arrived, padded back to the studio in full princess mode. She needn't have worried about the extra time it took to have a shower as the three men were looking at the computer. Tristan looked up almost immediately, that lazy smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as she sat in her favourite old battered chair. He left the computer and approached her pulling another chair close to hers before sitting.

"How's the head?" his deep voice held humour as he passed her a bottle of water from a large basket that had been placed on the table, their fingers touching briefly as she took it. Grace smiled at him wondering how this dark foreboding man managed to make her feel so hot just by his proximity.

"I'll live," she grimaced, "No thanks to you. What was in those blue drinks?"

"Nothing truly toxic," he let his chuckle be heard.

"Toxic enough that I made a lunch date with another one of your brother's," she indicated Lad standing with Adam at the computer.

"I think he's more enamoured of your friend than you, sorry to burst your bubble. Lad loves discovering new artists and designers and introducing them to his pretentious friends," He followed her gaze to the two men at the computer, "This could be quite a lucrative friendship for Adam if he is willing to play the schmooze or lose game with Lad. He has all the right contacts, and they will just lap up Adam's work and in turn, you."

"Me? I don't have any talent," She said startled by his remarks.

"From what I can see, Adam has created most of his work around you. Not just the costumes but the clothes which he said were all your size, you could have chosen anything to wear," he considered her and her surprised expression, before voicing his opinion, "He is in love with you."

Grace laughed, "Oh yeah, like a bratty kid sister. We tried dating once a few years ago, it was disastrous to say the least. He may love me, and I him, but not the way you think. Adam is not a one woman or man type of guy and I am too selfish to share."

"Ah such a princess, selfish and spoilt," Tristan smirked at her and she felt her hackles rise.

"Here I was thinking my lunch date was with Sir Galahad the good, not Sir Tristan the arrogant. Excuse me please," She stood up and curtsied before walking across to the desk where Lad and Adam had looked up and were watching them with soft chuckles. 

"Adam stop bogarting my lunch date, Tristan is trying to drive me insane since his attempts to kill me last night were thwarted." Grace pouted purposefully.

Adam pleaded innocence and laughing loudly Lad stood up and offered her his arm, gallantly leading her back to the small table and Tristan where the basket lay. Grace noted that the menace in Tristan's eyes showed once again and physically flinched as he turned that gaze on her. Lad noticed and took in Tristan's scowl.

"Don't worry about him, he is still pissed that you let Lance get into your pants, and now you are flirting with me just the way I like," Lad grinned and kissed her hand in a show of chivalry. Grace pretended to swoon as she sat down again.

"Too bad Adam is more your type, there goes my chance at the whole set of brothers, a girl can but dream," she said wistfully.

"I love this girl," Lad said laughing loudly and Adam shocked by how she was acting with these men but also laughing agreed whole heartedly. "I wouldn't have thought she was your type at all Tristan," Lad addressed his brother, "Way too sassy for you."

"Normally she isn't such a sassy princess. I think Tristan brings that out in her. I had to beg for days to get her to model for me. She would never have sat so comfortably in one of my dresses before the last few weeks. She was my shy nerdy best friend and I think we might have broken her," Adam looked at her seriously.

"What can I say, being nerdy is cool these days. Someone has to like the less flashy jobs, we can't all be artistic like you, and get by on the odd commission that comes our way." Grace wavered between the indignant princess and the sane rational side of herself.




Princess Prick Tease Ch. 02



"You're a nerd?" Lad asked in amazement. 

"Sure glasses, cardigans and all the usual tell-tale signs of nerdishness when I am working," Princess Grace tried to shrug it off but the real smart shy Grace cowered in the back of her brain. 

"Not when you're working with him," Lad inclined his head toward Adam. "Nope I just can't see it, I call bullshit." He sat back eyeing the two friends.

"That wasn't a challenge Adam," Grace said seeing him begin to stand, "They can think what they want." Adam sat back down and Grace finally looked at Tristan who had said nothing during the exchange. 

"Yes it was," Tristan murmured. Grace had gone from being an attractive prick tease that needed to be taught a lesson to an odd curiosity in Tristan's mind. Rather than a fun little thing to play with and intimidate into submission to him, he was finding that the more he got to know her the more he wanted to know.

"The other side of that wall," Adam pointed to the left of the doorway, "There is so much proof of my coolness and her nerd status that you will wonder how we ever became friends in the first place." Grace gave him a hard look and he shrugged at her, "You know I can't resist a challenge."

"I am starving," Grace peaked into the basket, finding a platter of fruit which she took out and began to pick at. Adam helped her unload the basket onto the table as Lad's muffled voice called from the other room to help themselves. Crusty rolls, chicken and salads piled upon the table with two bottles of champagne which Grace returned to the basket opting for the water and heading to the kitchen to grab a bottle of the cola that was a staple in Adam's house.

She passed the two men who were taking their time looking at the huge wall of photos and was collecting plates and cutlery as well as glasses and the soft drink onto a tray when she felt Tristan behind her and a voice rumble in her ear.

"Afraid to be alone with me?" Tristan turned her toward him looking into her eyes.

"A little," she heard the tremor in her voice and hated herself for it as that lazy half smile appeared on his face. He bent that smile to kiss her, lightly at first but deepening the kiss as it went on feeling her yield to him. His hands ran down her back and cupped her ass pulling her into him even more. 

Finally breaking the kiss and his hold on her leaving her breathless, he cocked his head and asked, "Why?" He raised his hand to let it trail lightly over her check and down her neck into her cleavage.

"Well to start with, I slept with both you and your brother," Grace tried to steady her breathing as she spoke.

"From the dress I saw you wearing that night can't say that I blame him, Lance has always been a competitive prick, he has always wanted what was mine," the smouldering gaze caught at her again as she let the words sink in.

"I am not yours, we barely know each other," she put her hands up on his chest and pushed in an effort to put more distance between them so she could think more clearly. He caught her wrists and pulled them behind her back as his arms enveloped her again.

"Tell me you didn't go looking for me that night. Tell me Lance gave you what you needed. Tell me you haven't considered what your Princess Prick Tease attitude does to me," he rumbled in her ear, "You are right," he continued as she stayed silent, "You are not mine," he paused and whispered menacingly, "yet."

She quivered at his words and he kissed her again. A soul deep crushing kiss as he held her hands and body immobile in his embrace. She tried to reach for the indignation Princes Grace should feel but his possession of her overwhelmed her senses and she felt her knees go weak. Satisfied that he had left her in no doubt of his intentions he released her suddenly and picked up the tray she had made from the bench.

"Let me carry this for you," he said as if nothing had happened, leaving her dazed and confused as she followed him back to the studio.

Grace was quiet as they ate, the talk going on around her mainly by Adam and Lad who were bouncing ideas off each other. Her brain warred with itself, "What was wrong with her? She was supposed to be a strong independent woman and here she was letting someone like Tristan treat her like... well just wrong, and yet, she was liking it." The princess primped and preened under the attention but smart Grace recoiled that a man like him could make her feel so vulnerable and needy.

"I am sorry," she said finally, "I really did have too much to drink last night. I need to go home and laze around in my pyjamas." She gathered her bag and thanked Tristan and Lad for bring lunch with them and apologised for any bad behaviour the night before.

"Are you kidding? I have never laughed so hard. You and I are going to be friends forever," Lad kissed her hand once again. Tristan stood and kissed her cheek chastely as the other watched saying nothing. 

"Promise you won't sell me down the river Adam," she fixed him with a pointed look, "and don't look so innocent. I have worn the consequences of you getting carried away in the past remember?"

Adam looked sheepish and promised before walking her to the door. "Drive safe," he admonished. She rolled her eyes at him and left. The closer to home she drove the better she felt. Changing and carefully putting the dress aside to be dry cleaned she slipped on a fresh cotton night gown and curled up on the lounge to watch a movie. She fell into a light sleep and by the time she woke to a banging sound the room was only lit by the television. She realised the banging was someone knocking on her door. Groaning as she got up she opened it a crack and peeked through.

"So you are alive," Tristan loomed larger than life in front of her.

"Why are you here?" she groaned and turned back into the room leaving him to let himself in and close the door.

"I tried to call to make sure you got home safely," he sounded different to his usual arrogant self.

She picked up her bag from where she had left it on the table and rummaged through it to find her phone. "Out of battery sorry," she said softly throwing it back in her bag.

"Put it on charge," he said abruptly the edge coming back into his voice. Rather than make him even angrier she snatched up the phone and stalked into her room where the charger lay beside her small bedside table. Turning she found he had followed her and he looked around the room noting the lack of excess decoration so common with most women.

"Look," she said, "I am not this princess you think I am. I was just playing at being a model for a week and feeling good about how I looked thanks to Adam. That's not the real me. So go scowl at Eve or some other pretty girl who will chase you and flatter your ego and make you feel like prince charming. There is no Cinderella here to sweep in to save and ride off into the sunset with."

Tristan closed the distance between them and took hold of her chin lifting her face up to his, "Not Cinderella, maybe sleeping beauty but definitely a princess. A spoilt, selfish, tantrum throwing, prick tease of a princess it's true but a princess non-the-less and one that needs a few lessons in behaviour management." His voice had turned to a growl and she trembled. 

Tristan pulled her with him as he sat on her bed and bent her over his lap placing a strong hand in the middle of her back and fighting her legs until he wrested her into a position that she couldn't squirm out of. He spanked her ass hard. "I came to make sure you were safe," the smack landed again, "Do I get a thank you, Tristan?" again his palm landed several times.

"Ow stop! Thank you, Tristan, Thank you, Stop please!" Grace squealed tears forming in her eyes as the heat spread through her ass.

"All I get for my trouble is groaning, rolling of eyes and complaints," his angry growls were punctuated by hard slaps that rippled through the flesh of her cheeks. "To top it all off, you tell me I am wrong about you while throwing a Princess tantrum." His hand had continued to spank her as she bounced and squirmed flailing her legs which he had caught under one of his own essentially trapping her in place. "You forgot the first thing I ever told you about me. I am not some peasant who will take your bullshit excuses and move on. I am the man who can't be manipulated by your claims of innocence any more than I could be by your looks or flirtatious body language."

"I am sorry, I'm sorry," she sobbed and gasped, "Please stop I am sorry." Her ass was on fire by the time his hand stopped and caressed the fiery flesh and she hung limply crying.

"Sorry for what?" he deep voice rumbled as he hand continued to caress her swollen red cheeks. She said nothing, she wasn't sure what to say. His hand crashed down onto her again, "What are you sorry for?" She cried out and gasped her mind working quickly.

"I'm sorry for being a princess, for being a prick tease for all of it," she almost yelled it all out, "I'm sorry."

"You have it wrong, little princess," his hand was gentle and stroked not only over her ass but down between her legs as she squirmed noting the wetness there as he teased her with small feather touches over her clit. "I quite like that you're a princess. You're sexy and desirable. It is how you use that, the teasing and flaunting. Sleeping with my brother to get under my skin as he put it," Grace stopped squirming shocked by his words.

His hand worked between her legs in earnest now rubbing at her clit and pushing two fingers into her. "Such a pretty little cunt, I understand how Lance couldn't resist. You on the other hand," keeping his hand between her legs he lifted the other hand from where it had been holding her down and smacked her ass.

"I'm sorry," she wailed half in pleasure half in pain.

"You will be, if you go that far with any of my brothers again," he growled loudly. Grace was panting now as he finger fucked her and she felt the tell-tale quivers running up and down her legs. "Beg me," Tristan growled, in the lengthening silence he pulled his fingers from her and slapped her cunt wetly making her cry out, "Beg Princess."

"Please, I need to cum, please," she whimpered and panted. Satisfied he drove his fingers back into her curling them down to her G spot and fucked her while keeping his thumb on her clit. When he began to spank her again with less force than earlier she came hard, bucking and writhing in her precarious position.

He pulled her up and gazed into her unfocused eyes as he pulled the night gown over her head and held her trembling body to his. He had underestimated this girl, thinking she was like most of the other sluts he encountered at Lance's club. He had waited two weeks for her to show up looking for him again and then missed her when a week after that she had shown up; due to an out of town appointment he was not there. When she had slept with Lance he found himself inexplicably jealous, he didn't care what silly little bitches like he assumed she was did usually. He found himself wanting to reclaim her, to make her his own. He had not wanted another woman like he wanted this girl and when she had shown up two nights later and he had got Lances text showing the sexy princess back at his club Tristan had raced to stake his claim. She fascinated him, and after last night he knew he had never met anyone quite like her.

Pushing her still quivering body to the floor at his feet he removed his shoes and stood to unbuckle his jeans. Grace helped to pull them down and he stepped out of them revealing just how eager he was to have her again. She leaned her head forward kissing the lip and fluttering her tongue around it, reacquainting herself with his cock and how it reacted to her teasing tongue. Tristan pulled off his shirt and ran his fingers through her tussled hair growling, "No teeth."

Her eyes flickered up to him as she sucked him in filling her mouth and he groaned at the sight of her. He had waited long enough and he pulled her up into his arms walking her back against the wall and pulling her legs over his hips he entered her. Tristan pounded into her as he bit her neck and shoulder marking her. Claiming her, her muscles worked with him as he rose and fell and as he heard her begin to beg again without being asked he gritted his teeth trying to hold back his own climax.

"Oh fuck me please," Grace gasped, "Please I need to cum," she felt the edge of that earth shattering climax grip her making her legs shake uncontrollably as his teeth sunk into her shoulder again and she arched up letting the darkness claim her as she cried out. She heard Tristan's roar through the pumping of blood in her ears and they collapsed down onto the floor together, with her lying on top of him as he wrapped his arms tightly around her body.

"Let's move to the bed," Grace suggested as she slowly regained her senses.

"No," Tristan's hold on her tightened, "Beds are for sleeping in, not for sex, and I am going to want to do that again soon."

They went back out to the lounge room, Tristan had stopped her from putting on a robe enjoying seeing her fully naked and pointing out the pointlessness of it. She had got them both cool drinks and as they sat to watch a late night movie he massaged her bitten shoulders, back and bruised ass with her body lotion. He took her again from behind his insistent fingers preparing her ass for what she knew would be a hard fucking. Pulling his cock from her cunt he entered her ass, slowly enjoying the whimpering mewls of the painful pleasure anal fucking gave his princess. His hand ran up and down her back before gripping her shoulders to hold her in place as he withdrew and entered her again, slowly increasing his pace. 

His hand curled around her thigh as he increased her pleasure by rubbing at her wet cunt and clit until the tremors in her body became larger. She cried out as her climax hit her, her muscles clamping down on his cock, trapping him and milking his own orgasm from him; once again they collapsed in a heap together, Tristan rolling to his side off the couch so as not to crush her under his greater size. Unable to move she had lay there breathing heavily her eyes closed. Exhaustion from the last four days of broken sleep patterns finally swept over her and she slept.

She partially woke up as Tristan carried her to bed and she curled her arms about his neck and nestled against his chest. He tucked her into bed and began to get dressed. He sat beside her to kiss her as he put his shoes back on. 

"Are you awake?" he whispered. Grace mumbled sleepily. "I would really like to stay and do that again in the morning but I have an early flight, I will be back Thursday. We can go out on a real date if you want." He listened as she murmured something intelligible and decided to send her a text message instead of trying to make a date with her now.

Quietly he left her flat, locking the door behind him.

*****

Grace had woken up alone wondering how she got to bed and though not surprised she felt a pang of disappointment that Tristan had left. She had smiled when she found his text message blinking on her phone. She read the brief message that he had an early flight and would be back Thursday, inviting her out on a date that night and texted him back. "A date would be good, but doesn't that usually come before fucking a girl senseless?"

The immediate response was, "Spoilt, ungrateful Princess. Perhaps a repeat of the lesson in manners is necessary?"

She laughed her thumbs moving quickly over the keys, "Yes, please kind Sir. A tryst would be delightful upon your return, thank you."

"Better," was the reply and she went to shower before heading to work, still giggling happily.



Princess Prick Tease Ch. 03



Author's note: Thank you to JK Moreland for his editing help once again. ~ellie




Grace had floated through Monday, flirting with Tristan via email, text and an evening phone call; even work seemed more enjoyable for Grace. Adam rang Tuesday and reminded her they had a date at the club Friday night and asked if she could possibly take Friday off work.

"Are you kidding? I have already taken a week off for your art's sake. If I have any more time off they'll fire me," Grace complained.

"So quit, you hate that job anyway. Lad or Lance would give you a job waitressing I am sure until you found something else," Adam was blasé about it. 

"I don't want to be a waitress, I wouldn't know the first thing about it," Grace shook her head, "It's not that easy for the rest of us who have to pay rent Adam. Most people have to hold down a proper job to survive." She knew she shouldn't say that and she regretted it as it came out of her mouth but sometimes he needed a wakeup call. He had inherited his godmother's house and a sizable sum of money when she had died. With good investments he could exist just on the dividends and the money his art brought him was a bonus.

"So move in here, there's plenty of room. I have offered how many times?" Adam wasn't letting her off the hook. 

"Adam we both know that's a bad idea. After a week of living with you I needed three days sleep; you're like an energiser bunny that never runs down. I need my own space for my girlie stuff," Grace patiently explained for the millionth time.

"I can do girlie stuff," Adam said with mock femineity in his voice.

"I'll see what I can do about Friday, no promises," Grace as always gave in wanting to be off the phone in case Tristan rang again.

"Thanks Gracie, I knew you wouldn't let me down," Adam said happily, "Sweet dreams."

She hung up wondering how she was going to manage it. Adam had no idea about working in the real world. By nine O'clock Tristan hadn't called so she turned on her computer to check her emails. She considered calling him but didn't want to appear needy. It wasn't like they were actually a couple. They hadn't even had a proper date yet. Maybe he had realised he had made a mistake in starting a fling with her. It felt like more than a fling or a two night stand or something casual but she had read a guy's signals wrong before. She composed a text message in her head five times before picking up her phone to send him one.

To her horror she found a message blinking. It must have been left when she was on the phone to Adam. She kicked herself for not checking when she had hung up and listened to the message. While not quite angry Tristan's deep voice held an edge when he said that he was disappointed not to have been able to speak to her. 

She swung between indignation that he would assume she had nothing better to do than hang by to phone for him to call, to sadness that she had disappointed him and she stared at the phone once again wondering what she should do. She could call him back, send the original message she was going to or just ignore him and prove she was not one of those sycophantic girls who would hang on his every movement and words. In the end the real Grace won out and she called him ready to apologise that she had missed the message when she had hung up from Adam.

Tristan did not answer and the phone went to his message bank, "Bullshit excuse number sixty-three, I was on the phone arguing with Adam when you called and I didn't check if there were any messages when I hung up. I am sorry. Sweet dreams, Sir Tristan." She hung up quickly, putting her phone on charge and getting ready for bed. 

She had fallen asleep reading a book and came awake suddenly knocking it to the floor when her phone rang. She blinked her eyes reaching out for it and answering sleepily, "Hello?"

"I don't take bullshit excuses," Tristan's deep rumble greeted her. Grace gave a sleepy laugh. "What did you fight with Adam about?" He asked.

"It wasn't really a fight," Grace started, "He lives in this Adam world where everyone can do what they want, when they want and damn the consequences. He doesn't like that I don't live in a similar place where I can just drop everything for him and take days off work."

"Why do you need a day off work?" Tristan seemed genuinely interested.

"Friday is the night the finalists are supposed to go to The Zoo. He has some new costume and the body paint he does takes hours because he is a neurotic artist type," she laughed.

"Your boss won't let you have the day off?" Tristan probed.

"I doubt it. I took a week off to help Adam do that first package for the contest. Nerds aren't supposed to live exciting lives that require so much time away from work, and my direct boss is king of the nerds. I have heaps of vacation time owing but he acted like I was asking for blood last time," Grace laughed.

"What is it you do exactly, Miss Nerd?" Tristan asked.

"It's too boring to talk about, business accounts and data analysis in a nutshell," she said lightly, "for Morgan Black."

"The Telco firm?" Tristan seemed to be weighing his words.

"Yeah, I thought they would be a bit cool and up with the times, they have come up with some really innovative designs but it's a stodgy old boy's network and well, you don't need to hear about that I expect."

"Actually I am fascinated," Tristan said sounding sincere.

She told him about how Morgan Black recruited her straight out of university offering her great advancement opportunities and bonus packages and so on. The reality was though that nepotism ruled and those with enough brains to ride off the back of the nerds who actually did the job properly got the bonuses and promotions. She claimed that if one more young guy who happened to go to some elitist school sailed past her while she banged her head on a glass ceiling yet again she may just quit like Adam wanted. Tristan stopped her every so often to ask questions and let her carry on.

"Oh god," she groaned. "Did I tell you I suffer from verbal diarrhoea as well as lame excuses. People will be following me around with shovels one day," she laughed in a self-depreciating way. "Go with Adam's explanation of my job. He tells people I am an accountant rather than an accounts manager, it's simpler that way."

Tristan had laughed and wished her sweet dreams, saying he was looking forward to their date. Grace picked her book up from the floor and tried to go back to sleep. She was happy, Tristan was certainly an unusual man but he seemed to just get her. He wasn't as foreboding as he came across as and best of all he seemed genuinely interested in her and her life. She hadn't had a steady boyfriend in what seemed ages, especially not one who seemed as in control of his life as Tristan. She didn't want to get her hopes too high, they hadn't even been on a real date yet, but so far things were looking great.

It was as she was arriving at work the following morning that her phone rang. It was from a number she didn't recognise. Grace almost didn't pick it up when she wondered if it could be Tristan on a work line. She moved slowly through the lobby as she said softly, "Hello?"

"Grace?" A deep voice asked.

"Yes, speaking," the confusion showed in her voice prompting the caller to identify themselves.

"Galahad the good here," he chuckled loudly.

"Oh Lad," Grace smiled even though he couldn't see her, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I have a proposition for you. What time do you have lunch?" Lad inquired.

"What sort of a proposition?" Grace was curious.

"Have lunch with me and find out." Lad said mysteriously.

"I usually work through lunch, just snacking at my desk." She laughed.

"Make an exception you won't be sorry," Lad tempted her.

"Fine, there is a small café called Steward's about a block down from..." Grace began.

"I know the one. What time?" Lad pressed her.

"About one, okay?" She said after some thought.

"Great see you then," and just like that he hung up, leaving Grace with a million questions as she rode the elevator up to the seventh floor and her small desk. She turned on her computer and started downloading the data packets from the night before wondering how to approach her boss about Friday. Getting lost in the numbers and coding she worked through the morning on several file errors and possible flaws in certain client packages. She totally lost track of the time until she looked up at a few of the younger colleagues leaving for lunch. "Damn," she thought I forgot to tell someone I was going out for lunch for a change. She had always been the one to stay and man the phones preferring to eat at her desk. She hoped they came back on time.

She had started working on the next issue on her list and dealing with the stream of data when she lost track of time again. Her phone buzzed beside her and she noticed the time, Picking it up she grabbed her bag and headed for the lifts, "Yes Lad, I am sorry on my way now I will only be five minutes."

Grace fled the building and was out of breath by the time she made it to the café. Lad waved her over and pulled out a seat for her at a small corner table. As she walked through the restaurant, a voice nearby squeaked, "Grace! Who's manning the phones?" It was the administration assistant from the floor she worked on.

"I don't know. No one asked me to so I assumed they were covered. You did leave for your lunch hour almost two hours ago now," she shrugged and kept on walking, hearing the girl mutter under her breath, "What's got into her, she always does it."

"I guess no one ever asked her if she minded," a second girl said, 

"But still she could have told us, what a bitch," they spoke the last loudly enough for Grace to catch it. 

Lad raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He introduced the other man at the table as Val and Grace smiled at him in greeting as Lad continued, "I usually have to have a translator with me when I take Val anywhere but I assumed you speak nerd or geek or whatever it is he speaks."

Grace laughed, "Don't believe everything that comes out of Adam's mouth, I am not that bad."

Val was studying her, "So you're the one huh?"

"The one what?" Grace furrowed her brows. 

"What do you know about smart homes?" Val asked. Grace listed off the generalised information with ease. Val asked some more in depth questions and Grace found she held her own even though some of the stuff he spoke about nearly went over her head. "How old are you?" Val asked suddenly as Grace was enthusing over a new technology he had said he had seen a prototype of.

"Twenty-six, and you are?" Grace could feel her Princess side become indignant as she couldn't work out if he was trying to be rude or just lacked reasonable social skills like many nerds who didn't get away from their computers into the real world often enough.

"Impressed," he smiled and slipped an envelope across the table to her. "That's the prospectus of a new Telco. It has major backing from the finance industry who are looking to upgrade from the tired old ways of doing things. Look it over. I have highlighted the position I am offering you. Get back to me before Friday."

"It's Wednesday," she mused as she picked up the heavy looking envelope. "Why me? You don't even know me?"

"I know that you were recruited, head hunted even, straight out of university by Morgan and Black. I know that they stuck you in some corner office because they had to hire a girl or be brought up on discrimination charges again and it saved you going to their competition." He paused and she gaped at him. "I wouldn't offer a job to anyone without checking them out first even if two of my brothers seem to have fallen in love with you." A slow half smile began to form on his face and she realised who he was.

"Three brothers!" Lad corrected. "If you could see the way she teases Tristan you would love her too, I have never laughed so hard in my life."

"Tristan did this?" Grace said in a whisper putting the packet back down and pulling her hand slowly away.

"Actually," Lad cut in, "It was Adam, though he told me you were an accountant. He doesn't really know what you do, does he?"

"He's a little bit narcissistic, but he's always been that way. I guess we all just love him the way he is. In Adamworld, as I like to call it, every day is full of sunshine and lollypops, it's addicting really," Grace laughed. 

"Just take it and look at it," Val pushed the packet back toward her again, "I have been looking for a business services manager for ages who is young and dynamic and can think outside the box. This is about innovation and exciting new leaps in technology. You owe it to yourself to check it out."

"Fine, I will read it but it feels weird, you know? I meet one guy a month ago and suddenly I am surrounded by his family. It's bordering on creepy," Grace smiled crookedly, "Like I am being sucked into some Knights of the Round Table vortex." She turned to look at Val a smile pulling at her lips, "Perci-val!" 

"Fuck! Who told her?" Val groaned.

"Lance as always," Lad rolled his eyes. 

"Shit! I better get back to work," Grace reached for her wallet.

"Let me get it, I'll write it off as a business lunch with my new BSM," Val grinned. 

"Well, this was certainly interesting," Grace said, "Thanks for lunch." She picked up the packet looking at it strangely and walked out glancing back over her shoulder once to see them watching her. 

Returning to work, she sat at her desk still holding the envelop packet. She was torn between being grateful to her friends for wanting to help her find a new job and standing on her own two feet. She knew she probably wasn't qualified for the job Val offered her. She couldn't even get a bonus in this place let alone a promotion. What if it didn't work out, she would have to move in with Adam or worse home to her parents as a failure. All her insecurities rose to the surface and she pushed the packet of information deep to the bottom of her handbag and started working on the data block she had begun before she went to lunch.

It was close to five when she finally stopped and began the shutdown of her work station. On the dot of five she got up and walked to the elevators planning on going to see the HR supervisor about Friday as she knew what her department manager would say. Walking past the manager's office she heard the words fraud and discrimination shouted from an unknown voice making her ears prick up as she passed the door. 

She made it to HR as the supervisor was rifling through paperwork and looking frazzled. "Is this a bad time?" Grace asked from the door.

"Oh Miss Woodville, good you're here. That will save me finding you tomorrow," He said distractedly, "Take a seat. This mess will wait for me." He clicked away at his keyboard and brought up her work history screen. "The problem is that you didn't take any holidays the first three years you were here. New regulations from the top state that you can only hold over a certain amount of annual leave each year, you have quite a bit stocked up despite the recent time you had off."

"Oh that works out well then because I really need Friday off," Grace smiled pleased she had made the effort to come see him rather than her department manager.

"Well that's a start," he mumbled. "I probably need you to take more in the vicinity of a week or two to get you back under the threshold or you will lose it at the end of the year and with the latest rumours of some social justice lawyer coming at us again, I don't want anyone having their vacation time swept. The week over Halloween would work for me if it's not a bad time and you can let me know how the numbers stand then." 

"We'll fill in the form now while I have your screen open, if you have time of course, and I will approve it right away so you can make plans," He pulled open the digital form and filled it in for the first the Halloween week, then the single day calculating the numbers, "Tomorrow too soon?" 

"Not if I go back and check in the project I am working on so someone can finish it," Grace said. 

"Good, and if you take the six days before Christmas off you should come in just under the threshold," he pushed his glasses up onto his head and rubbed his eyes. "One down another ten to go, Thanks for popping in Grace, I don't usually have to convince people to take their vacation time."

"When I asked for the week off last month, my manager told me that if I took anymore time off it would have to be without pay. I just assumed I had run out somehow," she laughed as if it was a misunderstanding but knew very well her manager often got bonuses for monthly productivity compared to other departments and that she worked hard on the accounts given to her to set up and manage.

The man raised his eyebrows but said nothing and Grace farewelled him looking at her watch as she headed back to her desk. She went to close out the files she had opened and left on her desk top but seeing there was only a little to do on that last file and hating to leave work half done for her colleagues Grace started to type and check data. 

Her phone rang and she picked it up distractedly, "Thought you were coming over after work tonight," came Adam's plaintive voice.

"Well if I am having Friday off then I have to get some stuff done here," she sighed.

"You're still at work?" he sounded shocked.

"Uh huh," Grace continued typing keeping the phone under her chin.

"Get a security guard to walk you down to your car. It's not nice there at night," Adam said seriously.

"Yeah, okay. I will ring you when I am leaving okay?" Grace had had this conversation before. "Now let me get my work done so I can leave before midnight."

"Make sure you call me," Adam said before hanging up.

It only took another twenty minutes or so to finish the job at hand and Grace cleared off her desk, leaving it clean and tidy for her to come back to on Monday. She gathered her bag and headed for the elevator. Too late she remembered about calling for the security guard to escort her. She would get out in the lobby and find one, she reasoned, so she grabbed up her phone and called Adam. The phone was still ringing when her department manager saw her and waved her into his office. 

She walked in and looked at him startled that he would still be there. "It was you, wasn't it?" he said with venom in his voice. "Staying back late, no doubt keeping computer logs of your time working on the client accounts."

"The system does that automatically she explained, it's how we invoice the customers," she was genuinely confused by his seeming hostility toward her.

"If I find out it was you who put in a complaint about me, your employment here is over. Not just here," he threatened, "everywhere. I will make sure your name is ruined and you never get a reference from this company that says anything except that you are a lazy, insolent, bitch, who looks for any opportunity to malign those she works with."

Shaking with fear and anger she could vaguely hear Adam who had answered the call she had momentarily forgot she had made, so stunned was she by the confrontation with her manager. Managing barely to control her shaking she voice she replied softly and calmly, "I have no idea what you are talking about. There have been numerous occasions I have felt passed over, belittled and unappreciated and have said nothing, never complained because as you have pointed out who would believe me over you?"

"I know it was you, who else would know details of the Greenhagl account. You think you're so smart going over my head to get credit for a project you messed up and I had to fix," he was snarling at her and moving closer as he spoke.

"I finished that account off months ago, and you know it. No mistakes, no errors, it ran like clockwork. I even kept it an extra week to make sure the customer was happy before handing it over to you," Grace was livid that he would accuse her of shoddy work. The man was practically frothing at the mouth and began ranting that it wasn't her job to contact customers, that the mess she created was so big now the whole department was being put under the microscope.




Princess Prick Tease Ch. 03



"It's you who have made the error in judgement this time," She held up her phone and pressed the speaker button, "Say hello to my department manager, Adam."

Three obviously male voices replied with a range of greetings most using expletives. "You see I ring my friend when I am leaving work this late because he worries about me. I always thought that was kind of silly being that the parking garage is watched by security."

The blood had drained from the manager's face, "Aren't you lucky I am a sweet, simple girl who doesn't know what she is doing or when she is being bullied?" 

"This is all a misunderstanding I am sure we can work out," he said back pedalling furiously.

Grace spoke slowly in an effort to sound calm, "If I were you I would be very worried right about now because I may take whatever you dish out and not fight back because I like this job. My friends on the other hand will probably insist that I do something about being threatened at this time of night. It's late so I am leaving now unless you're willing to pay me overtime to stand here and take your threats." Ignoring his further threats she spoke over the top of him. "I won't be in tomorrow or Friday, you can see HR about that if you want to dispute it, so you will have time to ruin my name if you dare, but if you do believe me, this little mess," she said indicating her phone, "will not turn out so well for you. Have a nice evening."

She had let the three men's voices be heard clearly as she walked to the elevator on shaky legs and got in before turning the speaker off and putting her phone to her ear. "Adam?"

"I'm here," he said after a moment of fumbling with his phone. Grace broke down crying from the adrenaline and shock of what she had just done.

"Can you come and get me?" she said between sobs. 

She had waited with the security guard, telling him she had just received some very bad personal news and that a friend was coming to drive her and her car home. Adam arrived in less than thirty minutes and embraced her walking her down to her car. He said nothing as they drove home disturbed by the fact that she fell apart. The Grace he knew was nerdy and shy but she had a backbone and didn't crumble under pressure normally. She was his rock when he became manic, she was the island of sanity in his madness, and he wasn't so sure what to say or do in this situation. She had always been so... so... Grace.

Grace knew it was too much to ask Adam to sympathise with her. He had never really had a real job or a real boss. She pulled herself together once she was away from the building. Her life was hurtling out of control and she felt powerless to stop it. Since agreeing to work on this project with Adam she had become someone she barely recognised anymore. 

"Toughen up, Princess," she told herself not realising she said it out loud.

Adam looked at her, and burst out laughing, "It's okay to be a bit shattered after an argument like that. The ultimatum you gave him was a bit princess like though, and wishing him a good evening was classic."

Grace giggled, "Too far?"

"Not far enough in my mind but you're you and you care about stupid things like a job and paying rent," he continued to laugh.

"Oh yeah, who needs the necessities in life," she rolled her eyes at him. "Shit Adam, what have I done," she put her hands over her face.

"You did nothing. You didn't complain about him did you?" Adam looked at her briefly before pulling his eyes back to the road.

"No, but it's obviously a problem with an account I worked really hard to set up," she sighed.

"So, take the job with Val, it sounds perfect, flexible hours, being in charge of your own department. You know you want to," Adam grinned.

"I am not experienced enough to run a department, Adam, I can't take that job. Val only offered as a favour to you or Lad, seems you and Lad have been spending a bit too much time together since Saturday if you have time to talk about my employment problems," Grace turned in her seat to look at him.

"Yeah, he's fun to hang out with," Adam admitted.

"Wait until you see what I have designed for you!" he said suddenly changing the subject.

""Your costumes are the whole reason my life is so out of control at the moment," she slapped his shoulder lightly.

"You like it out of control though don't you," he smirked at her. 

"Honestly, I don't know how I feel anymore, my world has gone all upside down and if I lose my job as well..." her voice trailed off, "I feel like the real me is being pushed aside and I am pretending to have this fairy tale life, with the gorgeous boyfriend, modelling career, and nonstop parties. Work at least grounds me, brings me back to reality. Reminds me I am not some sort of princess who woke up from a boring dream."

"Gorgeous boyfriend?" Adam chuckled.

"Tristan and I have a date tomorrow night, when he gets back from his trip," she said offhandedly.

"But he's so," Adam searched for the right word, "Serious."

"With you as a friend I have enough crazy in my life. I like serious. I like Tristan," They had pulled up in front of Adam's house. 

"Well as long as you're happy, I suppose," Adam said dubiously and got out of the car.

A second car pulled up behind hers and Kane stepped out. "He drove me in to pick you up," Adam explained.

"Thanks, Kane," Grace said as he moved closer to them while Adam unlocked the door. 

"No problem, Maggie worked late too, she's meeting me here," he grimaced. "She doesn't trust us to look after you."

Grace laughed, "She is such a wise woman. What would I ever do without friends like you two?" She hugged Kane tightly. 

"Starve probably. Maggie is bringing food," he smiled and hugged her back. 

"Who was the other voice I could hear in the call?" It wasn't until they were inside and she was firmly ensconced on the big comfy couch that she thought to ask.

"Lad was here," Adam said in an off-handed manner. 

"I think its love," Kane stage whispered to Grace, "He's always here lately or Adam is there."

"What happened to Gareth?" Grace asked, "You were so excited about finally getting into his chino's.

"Yeah he was all good looks and not much substance, we didn't really have much in common to talk about and you can only fuck for so long before something else has to happen, a conversation or something," he shrugged.

"And Lad has that something more?" Grace pressed him.

"Shit yeah! He's a blast to hang with even if sex wasn't on the table. We have a lot in common, including loving you. I think Gareth was a bit put out by my obsession with you and the costumes," Adam sounded thoughtful.

"He also has all the contacts with the right people and places for Adam's creativity," Kane said seriously, "It's everything Adam ever wanted in a man, money, contacts, and a deviant sex life to go with his big cock."

Grace burst out laughing, "Sounds like a dreamboat from where I am sitting."

"He'll be back soon, the public part of his club only opens over the weekends. Monday to Thursday is members only. He went to check on things and said he would be back, no drooling over my dreamboat when he gets here," he waggled a finger at her in mock seriousness.

"Why is he bi too?" When Adam winked and nodded, Grace feigned a swoon, "He just keeps getting better and better how will I ever be able to resist."

"Try and I will get you a bib to mop up your drool with," Adam grinned.

Grace fell back on the cushions laughing as Adam's phone rang and he picked it up answering it with a chuckle. "Oh yeah.... Really?..... No, no, she is fine,.... Honestly..." As he spoke he motioned to Grace to check her phone. Dragging it out of her bag she grimaced at the amount of calls she had missed. "Bad news travels fast," she thought and dialled into her message bank. 

Adam was still talking on his phone, "She's been on that thing all night, first to me and then when I picked her up to someone else,... yeah she is checking her message bank now... Of course she is here I wasn't taking her to her place when she was so upset..." Adam was beginning to get frustrated. "What do you mean?... Oh shit. I thought Lad said something.... Nah she can tell you about it... I'll get her to call you tomorrow... Alright, see ya...."

Adam hung up and looked at her, "That was Lance. He was trying to call you, I thought you were going to date Tristan," he smirked, "Playing brothers off against each other and then swooning over Lad. Who knew you were such a little slut." He teased her.

"Well," she shrugged, "If you think those three are good looking you should meet Val. Maybe I should hold off making any rash decisions until I meet the last one, Wain." She let a grin change the seriousness of her face.

Kane burst out laughing, "What happened to our shy little Gracie," he appealed to Adam.

"Gracie grew up into a full blown hottie, you know?" Grace quoted a line from one of her favourite movies making Adam groan loudly. "I need to make a call," she said getting up and walking out into the cool night air of the back deck.

She rang Tristan's number and got his message bank, "Hi," she started uncertainly, "Look I just want to tell you myself before the rumour mill kicked in that I had an argument with my boss tonight and got upset, it's no big deal, I handled it and I am fine, I am at Adam's. I just don't want your brothers telling you anything dumb. Anyway I will talk to you later, looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night."

Grace hung up and rang Lance, once again it went to message bank and she rolled her eyes, "Hi sorry I missed your call, I can't make it tonight sorry but we can get together soon for a drink if you like, when Tristan is back," she put the last bit in subtly, or so she thought just to let him know where her interest lay.

She hung up the phone and walked back inside. Maggie had arrived with Italian food and immediately went to hug her, "How are you doing, Gracie? That man is a bloody bully, trying to intimidate you like that." She pulled back and took the food to the kitchen dragging Grace along with her. "Come on I brought pasta, the best comfort food in the world."

They were about halfway through dinner when Lad arrived with ice-cream. "I didn't know what you liked, so I brought a few different sorts," he unloaded a bag of small tubs of ice-cream, gelato, sorbet, frozen yogurt and chocolate mousse. 

"Just a few," Grace laughed. 

"Well you were crying, isn't this what you do when girls cry?" He looked perplexed.

"Well in the absence of expensive jewellery we'll have to make do," Maggie said generously and winked at Grace.

Lad joined them at the table and the conversation kept them all laughing right through to dessert. Her phone buzzed and she walked away from the noisy chatter at the table to answer it.

"Hey," Tristan's deep rumble greeted her, "You okay?" 

"Oh yeah, I'm great really. Not looking forward to going back into work Monday but nothing I can't handle. It was all just a bit of a shock you know, arguing with the boss is not something I would have ever contemplated before but he didn't give me much choice. It will be fine," she said lightly. 

"What happened exactly?" he asked trying to keep his voice lighter than the dark mood that had come over him.

She recounted the exchange in detail, thinking that if he spoke to Lad he would hear it anyway. He stopped her every so often as he had the night before when she spoke about work to ask questions but really he just let her talk. She finished her recount by telling him it would be alright either way as she had a job offer at lunch today. He had seemed genuinely surprise and asked about it.

"You mean you really didn't know?" It was her turn to be surprised. "Val offered me a job in his new company."

"Are you sleeping with another one of my brothers," he laughed but there was no humour behind it. 

"Not yet," she quipped, "Lad introduced us today. He gave me a prospectus to look over. It's still in my bag I had forgotten about it until now. I don't think I have the experience for it, I thought you made him do it after my whining last night about my job."

"Well it's not a bad idea," Tristan rumbled.

"I feel like since I met you I am surrounded by your brothers, every time I go somewhere I am expecting one more to pop out of the woodwork," she laughed.

"It's possible," he sounded amused, "In addition to four brothers and a sister I also have countless cousins who all live in the same town." 

"Oh gosh, I am going to be exhausted trying to sleep with them all," she giggled at his growl. "Lucky I have a couple of days off."

"I'll be back tomorrow and we'll talk about your much needed attitude adjustment then," she could hear that arrogant smirk in his voice as it floated in her mind and she laughed. 

"I'm looking forward to seeing you again," she said softly and smiled as he wished her sweet dreams.

Grace went in to join the revelry once again but Tristan stayed on her mind. She had never been so wholly taken over by another person before and even though they hadn't had their first official date yet, she wondered if this was what love felt like. She searched through her bag and pulled out the packet of information Val had given her and began to look through it, once dinner was over and Maggie had roped Kane into helping clean up. 

She sat on the floor in the living room spreading the information out around her as Adam and Lad disappeared into the studio again to talk art and costumes. "Surprise me on Friday," Grace had smiled when Adam attempted to put her to work, "I am so not up for that right now." 

Kane stood over her looking down on the paper mosaic she had created around her. "What's all that?"

"A job offer," she laughed, "It's a new company, and the owner wants to have me on-board. I was going to say no but after tonight I thought I would have a look," she shrugged. "I may not have many options soon," she tried to laugh but it came out as a sad hiccupping sound.

"Want some help sorting out the legal jargon?" Kane offered sitting on the floor cross legged beside her.

"Sure it looks too good to be true, and I don't really know if I am qualified, so I am looking for the catch, if there is one hidden in here somewhere," Grace frowned at the glossy sheets and papers as she spoke.

They sat close together and talked quietly over various points and arguments in the offer being made to her. Maggie came in and seeing them working on something she had no idea about she switched on the television, grateful she wouldn't miss her daily dose of reality TV. Much to her husband's disgust she was a reality TV junkie and it was about halfway through the latest Big Brother series. She curled up on the couch and let the other people take care of themselves for an hour.

"You'd have to be crazy not to take it," Kane said finally after going through all the pros and cons with her.

"Okay well here's the real sticking point, aside from the stuff you just read through and everything else," She swallowed. "I like this guy, it's new and exciting but I don't know where it's going or how it could end. It's been a bit of a rocky start," Grace grimaced

"And this affects the job how?" Kane asked puzzled.

"It's this guy's brothers company! His brother offered me the job. What if it doesn't work out, What if I end up in a worse situation than I am now," Grace grimaced again.

"Did the guy force his brother to offer the job to you?" Kane asked seriously.

"No he said he didn't even know. They both did actually, it came through a third party, namely Adam who thinks I am an accountant for goodness sakes," Grace laughed. Kane joined her laughter shaking his head in agreement.

Sitting back he thought about it. "So Adam had a whinge to Lad that you were scared to take the day off and Lad found this Val who was looking to hire someone of your talents and then, where does the guy you like come in? Is it Lance or Tristan?"

"Tristan," she admitted. "They're all brothers though." 

"You slept with brothers and yet you used that excuse not to date me before Maggie came along? I am not sure whether to be hurt or grateful," he looked over at his wonderful wife, "You're lucky Maggie makes me err on the side of grateful."

"Well I didn't mean to and who knew there were so many of them," Grace covered her face and groaned as Kane laughed.

"Look, work is work and home is home, keep the two distinct and nothing will be so bad that you can't deal with it," Kane gave her an encouraging smile. "I say take it. Better money, better conditions, better hours. Shit if you don't I might put in a bid for it," he laughed, "Talk to this Tristan guy tomorrow, he seems like an alright bloke if you like taciturn and grumpy, then make your decision, but this," he pointed to the pool of papers, "All seems legit to me."

"Thanks Kane, you're the best," Grace smiled and hugged him.

"He's pretty good but I dunno about the best," Maggie laughed from where she sat on the couch, showing that she was listening even though she was watching her show. Kane and Maggie got up to leave shortly after and Grace decided she should go home too. She hugged and thanked everyone for everything they did and got in her car for the shot ride home. She had a lot to think about and she needed the time alone.

*****

Grace woke up early as usual and rather than lying in bed reading a book she got up and got dressed. She had reasoned last night as she thought about everything that a bit of a clean-up around the place this morning would probably be the only chance she got before the busy weekend and she wanted the place to look nice just in case Tristan came over again after their date.

By lunchtime she had cleaned her apartment from top to bottom and need only wait for her washing to dry that she finally sat down and looked around with that certain satisfaction one got when they knew everything was done. She wasn't really sure what time Tristan would call to say he was back and pick her up but she was sure she had hours yet. Ringing Anna, Grace was able to get a quick appointment for a facial and body scrub and she smiled. So much for any savings this month and she had already bitten into a huge chuck of her nest egg. 

If everything went pear shaped at work, and she decided not to take this new job she would be in a bad place but she guessed she had options at least. She gathered her bag and phone walking out the door feeling good and relegating thoughts of work to the back of her mind for the princess to banish into exile.

Grace arrived back home feeling relaxed and amazing. Anna had done her make-up once she had decided she would wear the sunset dress Adam had given her. It was casual enough to cope with most situations and dressy enough to be able to go out and party in. 

She went and took her laundry off the line folding it and putting it all away before pouring a glass of white wine and sitting down with a book to wait for his call. By the time she had finished the first glass of wine she had become restless and sent him a text, "Hi, What time should I be ready for you to pick me up?"

Realising she had skipped lunch she went to the small kitchenette to grab something to munch on with a second glass of wine. She wished she had have brought home the left over pasta from the night before but settled for some chips and nuts in case they went to dinner.

There was a light tap on her door and Grace got up thinking it was Tristan and hurried to the door. Opening it wide she stopped stunned as a stylish couple stood in the doorway. "Oh," Grace said disappointment colouring her voice. "I was expecting someone else."

"Yes we know," the tall woman brushed past her walking into the small apartment. 

"Hi," the man said with a smile holding out his hand, "I'm Wain, I believe you have been wanting to meet me?"




Princess Prick Tease Ch. 03



"I, umm, I have?" Grace was seriously confused.

"Oh yes, I hear you are doing the Pendron brothers one by one," he gave her a lazy half smile and she recognised him immediately. "I assumed it was my turn."

"Gawain! The brothers of the round table are complete!" She laughed, the tension eased by the two glasses of wine she had drunk while waiting for a reply from Tristan. "And you must be the Lady Elaine," Grace turned to look at the tall dark haired woman who had pushed past her with a grin.

"Correct," Elaine inclined her head toward Grace as she stood in the middle of the small living room. Grace stood back from the door allowing Wain access to her small apartment.

"To what do I owe this honour?" Grace said with a smile.

"Tristan's been held up," Elaine said in a tone that said she was unimpressed. "You already slept with Lance, Val has tried to put you under contract and Lad is sleeping with your best friend and has designs on you regardless, so that leaves us."

Grace blushed deeply, "Oh dear, you make it sound so..."

"Sordid?" Wain offered.

"Yeah something like that. Look, just get Tristan to give me a call when he gets back, you don't need to babysit me or anything." Grace said trying to save what little dignity she had left.

"Listen to me you little trollup!" Elaine said menacingly as she moved forward. "Tristan likes you for some unknown reason, and believe me Tristan doesn't like anyone as a general rule. Personally I don't see what the big deal is," she let her eyes rake up and down Grace making her feel less than worthy of the fact. "It seems that the other boys do too, but I am not about to let an obviously common nobody like you come in and cause problems between them."

Grace had been bullied more than she could handle lately and she drew herself up, pushing back her shoulders before replying in a deadly quiet voice, "I don't care if you are the friggin Queen of England or Lady of the Lake, you don't get to come in here and treat me like some hooker off the street. I have been threatened by better than you lately and they have found out I am not as meek and mild as I look. So you can just fuck off to wherever you came from if you think I am gonna do anything you tell me, now." She turned to Wain and said in the same deadly quiet voice, "It was very nice to meet you but I think you should go now and take your sister with you."

"I don't think so," Elaine's voice had risen in pitch and was tense.

"Fine then, lock up when you leave," Grace grabbed her phone and bag and walked out stopping at the door, "Do tell Tristan not to bother ringing me, again. Having his family take over my life is just too much hassle," she said over her shoulder and walked down the stairs rather than taking the lift. She realised she couldn't drive after the couple of drinks on an empty stomach but let herself into her car and called a cab. She saw the couple exit the building shortly after her and look around. They got into their car and left. To her horror she realised she had let Elaine win.

Grace took a cab to Southbank needing to get lost in the crowd at the markets. She ignored the ringing of her phone as she walked around, she was sad and mad and ... she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she felt awful after looking forward so much to tonight's date. She wanted to talk to Adam but worried that Lad would be with him. She wanted to talk to Maggie but knew Kane would tell Adam she was upset again. She considered Eve for a brief moment but she didn't really feel like dancing. In the end she just went home, she felt tired as she climbed the stairs.

She heard the pounding and the rumbling voice before she got to the landing and froze. Knowing that when he was close she couldn't resist his powerful way of dealing with her, she walked back down to her car quickly and deciding she would be well under the limit by now she drove away. She realised how silly she was being, how ludicrous the whole situation was but she couldn't help the feeling that she had to just run away rather than face the man who had truly got under her skin.

Unsure of where she was going or what she was doing she pulled up a few blocks down and put her hands over her face wondering how she got into this position where she was afraid to go home. Stiffening her resolve she picked up her phone when it rang yet again. "Hello," she said warily.

"Open the door," Tristan growled.

"I am not at home or did your sister forget to tell you that part of the story," Grace sad with a hard voice.

"Elaine?" Tristan asked.

"Yes. They came to tell me you had been held up among other things. Look Tristan it's obvious you have a close family and far be it from me to interfere so just leave me alone now okay?" She held her breath.

"I don't think so," Tristan rumbled.

"Funny that was the same thing Elaine said when I asked her to leave after she insulted me," Grace's voice was venomous.

"Elaine was at your apartment?" Tristan seemed confused.

"Yes," Grace was exasperated, "She came with Wain. They said you were held up somewhere."

There was a moment of silence and Tristan finally said, "Okay, I understand, I will leave you be, for now."

"Thank you," Grace said sadly and closed her phone. She covered her face and cried trying to work out why the tears had come so readily. She should be so mad, angry, where was her inner princess? She started the car and rather than going back to her apartment she headed home to her parent's house. She pulled into the driveway seeing a small light on in the back of the house. Her Dad suffered chronic insomnia and would be up watching old movies, not that it was very late.

Grace tapped on the window behind his chair startling the man and smiled as he stood up quickly and opened the rear door. "Gracie," he embraced her, "What's up, baby?"

"I just had a really bad couple of days at work and needed a papabear hug," she said quietly. 

"Nothing wrong with that," he said gruffly and wrapped his arms around her. "Why don't you go crawl in bed with your mum. She is reading that painting everything grey book and it always gets me into trouble."

"Fifty shades of grey? Oh dear I better save you right now," she kissed his cheek and skipped off down the hall. "Oh mummy!" Grace said entering the room, "You're reading smut!"

"They're like rabbits!" her mother exclaimed, "They never seem to stop," she laughed closing the book and putting it on her bedside table as her daughter crawled into the bed. "What are you doing home? Not that it isn't a lovely surprise to see you, Gracie."

"Just a bad couple of days, I needed to come home and feel loved," she smiled and snuggled down under the blanket and hugged her mother. 

"Tell me what's going on?" her mother said softly and stroked her back. Grace gave her mother a generalised version of the problems at work. He mother was aghast that someone could act so unprofessionally, and encouraged her to put in a complaint.

"That's not the worst of it," Grace said sadly. "I really like this guy, he just gets under my skin and into my head and I can't stop thinking about him." Leaving out the sex with his brother and the type of costumes she modelled for Adam she gave her mother a sketchy story about how they had met and the brothers suddenly being everywhere in her life. She ended it off with the confrontation with Elaine and running home to safety.

"It's been a rough couple of weeks by the sound of it not just days," her mother smiled and continued to rub her back. "Now this man, you really like him?" she asked and watched Grace's face as she nodded. "And by the sounds of his over-protective sister he likes you too, right?" She nodded again.

"Well call and ask him to come over. It's not so late that you can't work this misunderstanding out," she paused as Grace started to protest, "He probably didn't even know what was going on himself. Did you consider that? If you don't see him again who wins, certainly not you, not him," she shrugged. "Go call him, you will feel better," her mother encouraged.

"My life is spinning out of control and you want me to call the one guy who confuses me the most?" Grace was horrified at the idea.

"If nothing else you owe him an explanation of why you weren't there when he came to pick you up. You said yourself he sounded surprised that Elaine had been to see you. Maybe he didn't send her," She looked into her daughter's eyes seeing the uncertainty there. "Don't leave things undone or unsaid. You never know what the next day may bring and regret that you never got the chance to make it right. You obviously have strong feelings toward him if you have been day dreaming about him for weeks," her mother gave her a sly look. 

"I hate when you use that maternal wisdom and logic on me," Grace groaned and got up grabbing her bag from where it lay on the floor and rifling around for her phone. "I'll be in my room," she said quietly and hit the dial button.

"Finished your tantrum?" Tristan had answered almost immediately.

"No," she said petulantly, "My mother is making me call you and explain what happened just in case you didn't really send Elaine and Wain to my apartment." She realised how that sounded as soon as she had said and wished she could have sucked the words back in when she heard his chuckle.

"Such a princess," he laughed, "No, I didn't send them, I was quite surprised they had been there."

"She doesn't like me at all, called me a trollop. Who says that these days?" Grace was incredulous.

"Well you are a sexy little thing who seduced two of her brothers; she is hardly going to think you're a saint is she?" Tristan voice still held amusement. "Then there is a matter of those photo's all around Lad's club."

"Oh gawd," she groaned.

"For what it's worth she was impressed by you," he said softly.

"You weren't there Tristan she hated me," Grace assured him, "and truthfully the feeling was mutual by the time I left."

"I can imagine," he said, "Why did you leave though?"

"They wouldn't," Grace said simply, "and after the other night at work I just couldn't stand there and be bullied by anyone again, no matter how much I like you. I guess I just realised I don't know anything about you and you seem to know everything about me."

"What do you want to know?" he asked.

"Everything," she laughed.

"Come over," he said in his deep rumble, "You can see where I live, and ask all the questions you like."

"I'm at my parent's. It would take over an hour to drive back into the city," she said.

"So?" he rumbled.

"So it's late and we really don't do much talking when we are face to face," she gave a half laugh

"So?" he repeated.

"So I have to be at Adam's in the morning for this costume thing at Lad's tomorrow night," She realised her excuses were just that, "I will need some sleep if I am going to make it through that ordeal."

"Bullshit excuses," he growled, "But I will accept them this time if..."

"If?" she queried.

"If you come home with me tomorrow night and stay the weekend," he had a hint of a chuckle in his voice and she could imagine his arrogant smirk in place.

"The whole weekend?" She was quite excited about the prospect.

"At least until Sunday afternoon," he negotiated.

Grace didn't exactly say yes nor did she say no as they continued to talk and it was only when she began to yawn more than talk that Tristan finally let her go to sleep.

Her parents woke her early assuming she needed to make the long drive back into the city for work and though she didn't have to go to work she had to meet with Adam. She hoped this would be the final one, and put an end to the madness that had taken over her life. Aside of seeing where the flirtation with Tristan went, she stopped short of calling it a relationship; she just wanted her world to go back to normal.

She arrived at Adam's shortly after nine after going home and packing a small bag into her car for the weekend in case their plans worked out this time. She was immediately swept into the studio and made to strip. Grateful she had had a large breakfast with her parents Grace allowed Adam to fuss about and do his thing all day and by late afternoon he finally stopped and stood back grabbing his camera. 

"More fairy-tale than mythical but it works. Take a look," he indicated the large mirror.

She had been transformed into a beautiful swan princess and she smiled at her reflection. "It's beautiful Adam," she breathed softly. She lightly touched the delicate feathers that curled around her ribs and cupped the underside of her breast letting her white painted nipples poke through the delicate softness. Feathers hung from her arms so that when she raised them there appeared to be delicate wings and she wore small panties of latex to match the thigh high stockings that clad her legs. The skirt its self was held in place by moulded plastic that curved around her hips and though open at the front it cascaded like a waterfall back behind her to pool in a short train. He had really out done himself. He topped it off with a spectacular tiara and a half mask that covered her eyes and gave her the sense of anonymity she needed.

Adam began his usual taking of photos as she preened before him. There was a brief lull as Kane arrived to pick them up and Adam went to shower and change. Waiting until Adam had disappeared Kane went back into the other room and came back with a small take way container of Singapore noodles. 

"Here I knew you would be starving, but for god's sake don't spill any on the costume!" he grinned at her and she hugged him cautiously kissing his cheek. 

"Thank you, thank you. Maggie is one lucky girl. Is she working late again?" Grace asked as she stood at the tall drafting desk to eat carefully.

"Yeah she is meeting us there later," Kane said with a sigh.

"She better watch out with the way you have been looking after me so well lately, I might just steal you away from her," Grace grinned.

"Promise?" Kane said with a sly smile and Grace giggled.

Grace ate quickly and was pretty much done when Adam came back in wearing a dark grey suit and looking very distinguished. Grace quickly stepped away from the drafting desk and inspected him as he had done to her. "Not bad, I guess," she smiled.

He picked up a hand-painted tie featuring a dragon and pocketed a small digital camera. Shall we go?"

"Sure I just need a small bag from my car in case I need to change later," she lied easily not wanting to tell Adam about her weekend plans, "Lad can keep it in his office can't he?"

"I guess," Adam said dubiously, "but you won't need it, you look amazing." Kane agreed but she got the bag anyway. Adam supervised her getting into the car carefully making her sit almost sideways and trailing the train out across the seat before getting into the front seat with Kane.

From the time she arrived and handed her bag to the girls in the cloak room to look after Grace barely had a minute to think. She was introduced to a steady stream of members and employees before the doors to the public section of the club opened at eight. She caught glimpses of Tristan in the background as she was swept from one group of people to another then suddenly he was beside her wrapping an arm loosely about her waist.

"I am sorry," he interrupted an elderly gentleman who had been speaking while looking directly at her breasts, "I need the swan princess for a few moments, please excuse us." He bent his head to rumble in her ear, "Would you like a drink? Something blue and toxic, perhaps?"

She laughed turning her face up to his, "Iced water would be good right about now," she said quietly and he kissed her lightly. It wasn't until they were standing close to the bar that she realised who Tristan had stood her next to. "Oh god," she whispered.

"It seems," Elaine said haughtily, "That I owe you an apology. I am sorry you are not a trollop."

Pulling her shoulders back to reveal more of her breast than was necessary she looked the woman in the eye, "I am sure you are, it would have made this a whole lot easier wouldn't it?" Elaine recoiled as if slapped. "I am happy to hear your apology whenever you're ready." Grace was not about to let this bitch off the hook so easily and stared her in the eye.

Tristan returned from the bar holding a tall blue glass and grace eyed it warily, "It's water, he rumbled. "Everything all better now?" He looked from Grace to Elaine who was clearly not happy.

"Well to recap," Wain said trying to hold back a smile, "Elaine said she was sorry that Grace was not a trollop to which Grace replied that she was sure that Elaine was because then she wouldn't have to apologise but that she would listen anytime Elaine is ready to." Wain let a small chuckle escape his smile. Elaine looked horrified and Tristan scowled at her. Grace stood sipping her water during the exchange. 

"It was lovely to see you again Wain, but I really must go and find Adam and see if I can get out of all these feathers yet, I am feeling a strong urge to preen," Grace touched Tristan's arm, "Thank you for the drink," she leaned up to kiss his cheek and moved away from the group of three circulating around the room looking for Adam.

"Hello," she said to the model of another finalist.

"Hey there, you look amazing," the girl smiled.

"Do you think if we found the other model they would let us take a picture all together?" Grace asked liking the other model instantly. "Adam brought a camera with him."

"Let's find out," the two girls spotted the other model easily; he was tall and dark looking as a gothic style vampire. The vampire collection would win the contest, she had no doubt about that, but Grace liked being part of final collection and knew it would all be over after tonight. 

Damon, she found out the vampire models name was, was not as easy going as the two girls but he did agree to a photo if they checked with the designers. Janet, the other female model climbed up on a chair and then the table calling out, "Could the three designers make their way over to me please."

"What's going on?" Lad appeared beside Grace.

"We just want a photo together but the stick in the mud there won't do it without his designer's permission," Grace laughed and took another sip of her water.

"This is as good a time as any," Lad shrugged. He waited until he saw the three designers approach before stepping up onto the small table himself. "I would like to thank you all for indulging my little contest and voting for your favourites in the public area over the last two weeks. It was a close contest in the end and I would like you all to thank the three designers and their models." There was a brief quiet spatter of applause. "Unfortunately there can be only one winner and that is..." he paused melodramatically, "The Rocky Horror Twist."

Janet whooped and danced back up onto the table beside Lad. He held out his hand for Grace to follow and waved Damon up beside them. Flashes from a multitude of cameras went off and after a few minutes Grace hugged Janet and climbed back down from the table. She found Adam and explained that she really wanted to change now and he grinned at her leading her back to Lad's office.

"Here, I made you a gown for tonight, change so I can look at it before you go out," he laughed at her look of surprise, "We're a team tonight; you need to be wearing my designs."

"This dress is amazing, Adam," Grace said, a little overawed by the attention to detail in the sequins, beading and hand-painted chiffon. She left her tiara and the heavy face make up in place as she twirled for him the tight semi-revealing dress. "I love it, can I keep this one?"

"Of course," he said bundling her costume back into the bag the evening gown had hung in. They walked back into the member's area of the club again. She smiled as she still commanded attention from those gathered and was asked to join small groups of people to talk about her gown and Adam as a talented designer.




Princess Prick Tease Ch. 03



"Time to relax and celebrate," Tristan rumbled in his deep baritone as he appeared beside her and handed her a glass of champagne. He put his hand around the top of her back, stroking the side of her breast through the sheer material as she took the glass and sipped at. A blush crept into her cheeks as she felt a tingle run up her spine. He stood so close behind her that she could feel his body heat through his suit as they chatted to others in the small group, keeping his hand firmly in place caressing the side of her breast.

Finally released from her costume and enjoying the glass of champagne, Grace excused herself to visit the bathroom, and drew away from Tristan's warm presence. Going past the cloakroom she took out a small evening bag she had packed with the necessities and disappeared into the ladies. With great relief she stood before the mirror applying a new coat of lip gloss and marvelling again at how well Adam knew what suited her short curvy figure when Elaine waltzed in.

"You're not the typical gold digging bimbo that chases Tristan," Elaine pursed her lips surveying Grace as she stood beside the mirror. "It would appear that for the first time in his life he is the pursuer." Elaine let a half smile curl her lip. "The fact that you also fell into Lance's bed however makes me believe you are not the sweet innocent..." she waved her hand over her shoulder towards the doorway, "they would have me believe."

Grace threw her lip gloss into her purse, ignoring the tone of accusation she used. Grace turned to look at the tall svelte woman and pulled her shoulders back swallowing loudly. 

"You can either make this easy or make this hard but by all means feel free to ignore my presence if it disturbs you so much, personally I would prefer that," Grace said as she moved to walk past her. Elaine's hand lashed out and grabbed her arm. 

"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt for now," Elaine said magnanimously, "But if you hurt anyone in my family, I will destroy you."

"Oh how lovely," Grace said her voice dripping sarcasm, "I am sure we are just gonna be bff's after that little heart-warming speech." She pulled her arm from Elaine's grasp and left the room. Seeing Wain hovering with a worried look Grace smiled brightly and walked over to him. Flirting outrageously she stood close and ran her hand down the front of his shirt before she leaned up to whisper in his ear, "I would get out of harm's way if I were you, I don't think that went exactly as she imagined it would." Grinning broadly she walked away back into the member's lounge finding Tristan leaning against the bar.

"In an effort not to have all your siblings ready to squash me like a bug I need to go make a phone call, I will be back soon," Grace whispered in his ear and smiled as he quirked an eyebrow at her. He reached out and took her hand walking with her back to Lads office. "I probably should ask before using his office, shouldn't I?" Grace said as she pulled her phone out of her bag. 

Tristan said nothing but sat in a comfortable chair watching her. Leaning against the desk she dialled the number attached to the text message from Val. She explained about her hectic few days and begged for time to consider his proposal. She explained she wasn't really sure she possessed the experience and know-how to run a department herself but the offer was very tempting, if only she had a few more days to really give it some considered thought. They agreed to meet on Tuesday for lunch at Steward's café again.

"One down, three to go," Grace smiled at Tristan as she hung up. 

"Who else wants to squash you like a bug?" He chuckled.

"Well, Elaine just met me in the bathroom and I am just sure she and I are going to be bff's in no time at all," she rolled her eyes. "Wain by proxy, are they joined at the hip?" Grace continued over his chuckles as he looked at her waiting for her to continue. "Lance called me and asked me to dinner Wednesday, but I missed his call because of, well you know, I said I would try and catch up with him soon but that was before last night and our conversation so..." She paused and looked at him, "I usually make you mad at me at some point when we spend time more than a few minutes together and that just leaves Galahad the Good who seems to believe Adam's version of who I am, a sweet, ugly duckling that was transformed into a swan tonight."



"You confuse Elaine, she is threatened by you," Tristan's deep voice rumbled. "My brother's all love you. You're a princess and Elaine has been the only princess of our little castle for a long time."

"I confuse her?" Grace laughed, "Your whole family confuses me; I meet you and within the next few weeks I am surrounded by your siblings. I'm an only child but this can't be normal can it?"

Tristan chuckled and stood walking toward her. He bent his head kissing her lightly as he pressed her against the desk his mouth moving to her ear as he rumbled, "I don't think anything about you is normal." He kissed her again before she could argue with him, passionately and deeply taking her breath away and feeling her tremble in his arms.

"Ready to get out of here?" He murmured breaking the kiss. Grace nodded looking up into his dark smouldering eyes. "Good," he responded and helped her to stand before leading her from the office. 

They circulated around the room looking for Lad and Adam to let them know they were leaving. Adam was in his element, enjoying being courted by numerous glamorous seeming couples to design for them. Once Grace was beside him he hung onto her using her as a model of his designs. She felt Tristan move close behind her his hand moving over her bare skin in the backless dress. She drew in a deep breath as she felt his fingers move under the edge of the material at her side and tickle over her skin to stroke the side of her breast.

Grace turned slightly and stepped forward in an attempt to dislodge Tristan's hand as his fingers crept further underneath the fabric covering her breast. "I am going to go now," she said softly to Adam, "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" 

Looking past her to Tristan and nodding, he kissed her cheek and smiled, "Thank you my mythical model, I really owe you one."

"Don't worry I won't let you forget it," she grinned. 

They walked through the club with his hand still beneath the fabric of her dress. She stopped at the cloakroom to pick up the small bag she had packed as Tristan growled in her ear, "You won't have any use for that."

"Humour me," Grace laughed.

Tristan stood behind her as the bag was retrieved, his hand gently massaging her breast as he kissed her neck. His free hand ran up her leg lifting the gown to expose more of her through the already high split in the fabric. She whispered, "No wonder your sister thinks I am a trollop." She put her hand over his trying to lower the dress again.

"Princess Prick Tease," he growled, "You have no idea what it does to me seeing you tease all these guys who can only dream of having you." She glanced over her shoulder seeing that they had attracted the attention of several people who had looked in their direction. She quivered in anticipation of being with Tristan again as she took the bag and let him propel her before him as they walked out into the night air.

They crossed the now quiet road and went down a block entering a heritage style building. She hadn't realised Tristan lived in the CBD. The trip in the lift was entirely taken up with a soul deep kiss that left her weak-knee'd and when the doors opened he led her across the corridor and into an apartment facing the street. Large arched windows filled the entire front wall and while above the street on the second floor she could see the glow of the street lamps and the twinkling lights of the few single level buildings that lined the river bank.

Tristan let go of her taking off his jacket and tie as she moved across the soft carpeting silently to the window. The arch dwarfed her as it stretched from floor to ceiling and she could see the club they had left quite clearly as she drew her eyes along the street and river that rippled from a passing party boat. Soft music began to play as Tristan moved behind her once again kissing her neck and swaying her hips in time with his to the music.

He kissed her neck as his hands ran lightly over her shoulders and down her arms to her wrists pulling them back behind her making her arch slightly toward the window. He pressed forward rubbing his cock into her hands through the material of his trousers. She grasped at him, massaging the impressive cock.

He pulled her closer trailing kisses over her shoulders as he lowered the thin straps of the dress, his hands moving to cover and cup her breasts as they continued the slow dancing to the soft music. Grace leaned back against him, arching slightly more as if begging his hands for their attentions; she continued to massage his growing cock as they moved in unison. It throbbed in her hand and eager to renew their physical relationship she began to fumble blindly for the button and zipper of his pants. She could see her own reflection echoed back in the window, her dress half lowered and the large hands sculpting the soft flesh of her breasts. She realised she was exposed for anyone to see from the street below should they dare to look up but with a flick of her thumb the button of his pants came free and the zipper slowly descended causing her to close her eyes as she moved her hands closer to their goal.

Tristan felt her quiver with desire and he trailed kisses down her spine, his hands moving to her hips pushing the dress further down her body to pool at her feet leaving her clad in panties only. His larger body and stance kept her firmly in the small nook created by the stonework arch of the floor to ceiling window.

His hands ran slowly down her body again and trailed up her inner thighs widening her stance and brushing lightly over the white lace of her panties. He smiled as she sighed in pleasure, his fingers delving beneath the panties to tease her clit, satisfied only when he could feel the tremble run from her legs up her spine and hear her breath quicken with the small whimpers that escaped her.

Grace was beside herself with need, closing her eyes she blotted out the world before her, she felt his pants slide down over his hips as she sought the now hard cock within his briefs. She felt him hook his fingers into the sides of her panties and froze realising she would be totally naked to the world below her on the street but as he kissed his way down her spine again lowering the panties she didn't care, he made her feel so good. He took a moment as he stood to remove his own briefs and pressed against her back once again.

Tristan ground his cock against her ass as his fingers threaded into her hair dislodging some of the pins holding it in place as he pulled her head back and kissed her deeply his free hand roaming over her neck and breasts once again. Turning her suddenly and taking her in his arms he kissed her again forcing her back against the window revelling in what a sight it must be from the street should anyone dare to look up.

Placing a hand on her shoulder he encouraged her to kneel and she smiled looking up at him as her knees bent easily. The heat and sparks that flew between them were palpable and she could see the level of his desire in the depths of his dark smouldering eyes. Knowing exactly what he wanted she squirmed in her own need as her fingers curled around his shaft. She bent forward placing light teasing kisses on the tip of his cock before rolling her tongue around the swollen head smiling at his groan of pleasure.

Grace could feel his hands begin to thread into her hair again as she licked along the length of his shaft, bringing a hand up to cup his heavy sac. Lowering her head before he could take control of her actions she ran her tongue over his balls listening to the rumbling groan low in his throat. Keeping a hand on his cock and stroking slowly she ran the flat of her tongue over and around each hanging jewel before sucking one into her mouth. She felt his body tense and his groan become a louder growl and his hands twist in her hair. Leaning back up she kissed the tip of his cock, parting her lips slowly to take him into the warm cavern of her mouth all the while fluttering her tongue along the underside of his cock.

Tristan held her head in place and began to move slowly in and out of her mouth, forcing more in and hearing her gag slightly before she swallowed hard around him. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he moved at a faster pace, going deeper as she took more of what he gave her. He looked down enjoying her struggle to accommodate his needs, he growled loudly and pulled her up suddenly by the hair spinning her to lean against the window pushing her until all of her was exposed to the world. He took ragged deep breaths and his hands trailed over her back and sweetly rounded ass.

Grace felt him move against her once more, oblivious to the world outside she revelled in the sensations he gave her and his cock burnt hot and hard into the crack of her ass. His hands ran between her legs spreading her thighs and delving into the warm wetness of her cunt. His lips moved over her neck and up to her ear before he rumbled, "Beg me."

"Please," she whimpered, "Please fuck me Tristan, you're right, I need it, I need you, fuck me senseless again." She ground back into his groin feeling the hard cock against her.

Tristan bent his knees letting his cock travel down the crack of her ass and beneath her. Like a homing beacon he found the dripping wet hole easily and straighten his legs slamming up into her making her shudder and cry out in pleasure. His fingers still teasing and rolling her clit he lifted the other hand to her throat squeezing slightly as he pounded into her hard and fast.

Grace pressed her hands and forearms against the glass of the window to steady herself as he fucked her like only he could and she felt the tell-tale quivers rise within her. "So close," she cried, "I need to..." she cried out hoarsely as the fingers on her throat grew tighter.

"Come then Princess; show all those lucky people down there what I see, cum," he slammed into her again and again, his hand wrapped around her throat as he pinched and twisted her clit sending white lights of pain directly to her brain triggering off a monumental orgasm. She gave a hoarse cry from her constricted throat and felt Tristan stiffen and pulse within her as her own orgasm continued to roll over her in wave after wave of ecstasy. She floated on a high so big that knees buckles and she slumped in Tristan's arms and shook with force.

Tristan's knees buckled with his own intense pleasure and he collapsed to the floor pulling her with him. Grace lay sprawled on top of him wondering how this man managed to make her so uninhibited and gave her such amazing orgasms. She curled against him and whispered, "wow."

"Don't relax too much, I haven't finished with you yet," he chuckled.



Princess Prick Tease



Adam woke Grace at the crack of dawn the following morning with cereal and juice followed up by toast and strong black coffee. They had decided earlier that the best plan of attack would be to start with the costumes with the least and lightest body paint working their way up to the darker and more time consuming costumes.

As a further twist to his fantasy zoo theme Adam had in the end created costumes of mythical creatures. On that first day, Grace found herself transformed into a mermaid with a shimmering tail hand painted and sewn so as to fit her perfectly. The lycra-like material allowed her to shuffle around rather than have to jump. A hard shell-like structure topped the tail hugging her hips and the small of her back joining in a low vee in the front resting over her mound.

Intricate painting was applied over her shoulders neck and around the edges of her face and eyes. She curled her hair in large waves and pinned it with specially crafted seashell combs. Small pearls hung from tiny gold nipple shields before her skin was coated in a luminescent spray making her glow. She sat dutifully on green structures that would be filled in on the computer with rocks and beach scapes, she lay on tables with fans blowing as if swimming and by early evening she was sore, tired and starving so she finally called a halt knowing that Adam never would in his search for the perfect moment and picture.

"I am going to go scrub down with the solvents you gave me. There had better be real food here when I come back," Grace warned him as she slithered out of the tube-like material that covered her legs and handed back the jewellery and combs. As she walked off she knew that he wouldn't have the food; once out of his sight he would get distracted once more by the work he had done today and she would be the one making sure he ate.

The industrial strength cleanser he had provided for her nightly showers smelled dreadful and she spent just as much time in the shower ridding herself of the smell of it as she did the body paint he had taken so much time in applying. When she finally emerged from the steamy bathroom Grace was surprised to hear voices. Curious, she padded toward his studio silently trying to listen despite the fact she wore only a towel. It was at the exact moment that she had tiptoed across the hallway that that Adam's brother, Kane, came out of the room colliding with her.

"Oh shit Grace! What are you doing here?" Kane said helping her up from where she had fallen as she clutched the towel to her body.

"Taking a shower," Grace said clinging to the obvious unsure of what he had seen or been told by Adam.

"Are you and Adam back together again? I didn't think you would ever forgive him for inviting another guy to your bed without asking," Kane laughed.

"I am just helping him out with a project. As much as I would never screw him again, I forgave him ages ago. He is bi and that's great, I on the other hand am definitely a 'one partner at a time' type of chick," she laughed at the expression on Kane's face.

"Wholly crap. It's you isn't it?" Kane exclaimed. "Skinny little Grace looking like a full blown hottie as a mermaid." His eyes raked over her towel clad body.

"You promised Adam, You promised no one would recognise me!" Grace walked into the studio raising her voice.

"I didn't tell him who it was when he asked. I think perhaps your towel dress might have given him a hint though, don't you?" That awful Mr-know-it-all smirk was back on Adam's face.

"Shame about that one partner at a time thing," Kane lamented, "Maggie would have loved a little sex pot like you in our bed." He teased.

"What is wrong with your family? Are you all incapable of monogamy?" Grace threw up her hands and flopped into a chair noticing the Chinese food on the table.

"Well now that you know you may as well take a look at all the shots we took today not just the ones with the face obscured," Adam gestured toward his computer.

"Oooh goodie," Kane went and sat at the computer with Adam and Grace, not bothering to dress, helped herself to the food.

After half an hour of murmuring and glances in her direction Grace gave up trying to get Adam to eat and went to grab some clothes from her bag and dress for bed. When she came back she lay on the day bed and picked up the book she had bought for times when his obsession shut her out. She only came back to reality when she heard Kane say her name, "Huh?"

"What would you like for dinner tomorrow night? You know you can't rely on him to eat let alone cook when he is like this and running you ragged with his temperamental mood swings," he smiled at her.

"I don't really mind as long as it's real food, not burgers or deep fried mystery fish," Grace laughed.

"Real food, got it," Kane winked at her and left. She smiled thinking that it was nice of him but then everyone looked after Adam; he had a certain vulnerability to him that made people want to look after him and help him out. She pulled herself up short of labelling him an artist with a sensitive soul because he was quite insensitive more often than not with her.

The following day Adam woke Grace with breakfast again eager to start on a second day of her transformation as he called it. Having been through the process once already, the initial costuming part went relatively easy, until he produced bizarre looking footwear. "You can keep these off until the last moment but I want to see how they fit," Adam pushed her back into a chair making her draw her breath. The skin tight pants she wore were made from the treated hide of some nondescript animal giving her short but shaggy fur from hip to calf below that were soft vinyl stockings that covered her feet in a similar dark brown colour as the fur. The footwear seemed to be created from a pair of very high heels with the heel removed and the front part added to make it stable as well as appear as a cloven hoof.

She did not have to do her hair instead he fluffed it out teasing it slightly and spraying with hairspray to keep the wild effect as he placed moulded plastics along her forehead, hairline and around her ears pushing the hair up and back from her face and adding short curling horns. He then began the long process of painting her shoulders neck and face and dusting her body with a red glow rather than the gold of yesterday before he added the final touches of jewellery. Adam allowed Grace to add the breast adornments herself and she took her time liking the look of the spidery filigree that covered her areola leaving the actual nipple to poke through the centre.

This time when she looked in the mirror at the final product she barely recognised herself so complete was the effect and she went through the motions of posing and standing in strange positions while he took a million photos. It was not her that called a halt though, it was Kane who arrived early bearing a range of sushi on a platter.

"Oh goodie I get to see the satyr in the flesh not just photo's. I was hoping I would be early enough," Kane enthused and then gushed compliments and flattery over both of them. "I can't believe it's you under there Gracie! You look amazing."

"You mean I don't usually look amazing," she said pretending to be hurt, making him back-pedal madly.

"No it's not that, it's just... like... your tits... wow, and..." he fumbled for words.

"Don't pay her any attention Kane," he scowled at Grace as she burst out laughing, "She wears big baggy sacks all the time. How would anyone knew she was hiding a hot body under there lately?"

"You shouldn't judge a book by its cover," Grace said still grinning and enjoying the attention and compliments of the last two days. Starving as always because they never stopped for lunch and she only drank sips of water so as not to have to run constantly to the bathroom she sat and helped herself to the food and bottle of wine Kane had brought with him before going for a shower.

"Don't get anything on those pants," Adam warned her and with a huff she pulled a small drop cloth over her lap and continued eating while she watched the brothers go through the photos and compare them to the sketches totally ignoring her now. Once she had had enough of the sushi she took it over to the desk hoping it would tempt Adam to eat and took both her glass and the wine bottle to the bathroom to have a nice long bath and soak the paint from her skin.

When she finally emerged from the bathroom Kane was gone and she could see Adam at his computer eating as he worked. Rather than disturb him she went to bed and curled up with her book as she had the night before. She had woken in the middle of the night to find Adam had crawled into the small bed beside her and though he had wrapped an arm around her, he had stolen the blanket. She was loathe to disturb him when he finally was getting some much needed rest so she cuddled close to him and pulled a corner of the blanket back over her body. When she woke in the morning he was sitting beside her once again with breakfast.

"Let's get going. The easy ones are done, now comes the hard stuff, eat up," he said and shoved a piece of toast in her mouth.

"I think I would rather be at work," she grumbled. "At least I get paid to get out of bed for them."

"We," Adam said with conviction, "Are going to be paid for these, trust me my little mythical marvel."

Grace laughed at his confidence and stood up stretching, "Okay I will try and wake myself up properly but you know if you're going to hog the covers you need to get me a spare blanket so I am not so tired in the mornings." Adam looked surprised that she knew he had slept with her for a little during the night but said nothing in return.

Grace went to the bathroom and splashed water on her face, she had only worn two of the five costumes and her skin was drying out alarmingly, she worried that he heavy duty cleansers were taking a bigger toll on her than expected as she put some light cream over her neck and face rubbing it in. Considering her options to keep her skin from flaking and becoming truly damaged she went back in to eat breakfast.

"I dunno Adam, my skin is starting to flake I might need a break for a day or I will be all scaly in the photos," Grace tested to see how he would react.

"Maybe tomorrow if we get enough shots today and scaly is good for today," he smirked and held up a gold and black mesh material, "Dragon day."

He passed her a tiny triangle of thin material held together with fishing line. She choked on her last mouthful of coffee, "You've gotta be kidding me!"

"Well there is more to it but that's what you get to start with," Adam said seriously trying to remind himself she was just a canvas and that no matter how amazing she looked and acted he didn't want to go down that road again.

"Fine," she said not feeling so fine but refusing to show it. If he was determined to ignore her nudity then she would flaunt it. Donning the small triangle of fabric she went and stood against the opposite wall where he had spread a drop sheet. She tried to strut, swinging her hips saucily but it felt ridiculous and she burst out laughing. She didn't really know why she wanted to tease him with her body except that he had admitted that she affected him and it made her feel... she couldn't quite find the word to describe how it felt, sexy? Powerful? She shook her head, still grinning and faced him.

"Close your eyes, hands to the side, try not to smile too much and breathe shallowly." He started the small motor that ran the air gun in his hand and he shot her with the paint low in her belly as a test patch. Grace's giggles crunched her tummy muscles. He started on the small triangle of material pasting it to her body with the paint and smiling as it showed the details of her pubic hair and slit.

To Grace it seemed to take forever as she turned and changed position time and again to his almost barked commands and she was at the point of demanding a break when he finally stopped for a moment and stood back to assess her. It took another couple of hours to add the accessories that had been crafted from a type of soft plastic and the material that created the effect of scales and lizard skin. It was late afternoon when he was done with the detailed face and neck paint and finally satisfied with how the costume looked with its taloned feet and large tail.

Kane walked in as they had only just started the photographs and Grace could smell the Italian food and garlic bread, begging Kane to feed her small bites of the cheesy garlic bread between shots. She was beyond caring that she was practically naked in front of Kane as she had known him almost as long as she had known Adam. 

As on the two previous evenings it was Grace who had to call a halt and begged to have the tail removed so she could eat and soak the paint from her body before curling up with a book as Adam ignored her; she fell asleep before she had completed even a paragraph. When he woke her in the morning with breakfast she glared at him and rolled over pulling the blanket over her head.

"I need a day off. I can't do another day without fresh air and sunshine," she whined. "I' a person dammit Adam, you barely even talk to me, I need to go out and be with real people who will ask me what I think and feel and care if I am hungry or need a drink or or..." she had run out of ready alternatives but she had made her point.

"Come on Gracie, we agreed to the week, geez don't do this to me," Adam sounded frustrated and angry. 

"Do this to you? I am the one with blotchy skin. I am the one who has to spend hours every night scrubbing my skin with the worst smelling gunk in the world while I am dizzy and nauseous from not eating all day. I am the one who is doing you the favour remember, not the other way around." She snarled and pulled the blanket back over her head. "Or do you think I actually enjoy standing around naked in front of my best friend all day knowing that he going to send photos of me to some deviants to drool over so he can win some stupid fucking contest and get an in with the kinky Nuevo Riche?"

"Great! Take the day off! Do what you fucking want to!" Adam exploded and stormed off to his room slamming the door so it echoed back through the house to where Grace lay.

Getting up she grabbed some clothes and got dressed. Taking her bag and car keys she let herself out of his house hoping he would get some sleep. Once she was in her car she had no idea where she wanted to go or what she wanted to do, she just knew she had to get out of Adams house. She covered her face with her hands and felt tears spring to her eyes. She should have known better, a whole week of Adam while he is manic is too much for any normal person to handle.

Deciding what to do in a moment of clarity, Grace started the car and pulled away from the kerb. Driving with purpose she hoped Anna, who she had met through a friend, would take her as a walk in. Anna had just begun a business combining massage therapies with beauty treatments and Grace knew she could use a day of pampering. At a set of traffic lights she reached into her purse making sure she had her credit card. She couldn't really afford the full spa treatment but she knew that's what she wanted right now, her skin was taking a real dislike to the paint and harsh cleansers she used to remove it.

As luck would have it most of Anna's newly opened business occurred on weekend or late afternoons and she was more than happy to fit Grace in around the few appointments she had that day. Grace let herself relax and enjoy the day of pampering, relishing the firm moisturising massage that eased the muscles in her tired body. 

By mid-afternoon her skin felt smooth and supple again; Kathy had done her hair and make-up and she was feeling good. She wasn't quite relaxed enough to head back to the studio and work things out with Adam to finish his project, it was only two more costumes but she didn't even want to think about it until tomorrow. Climbing back into her car she turned on her phone not surprised to see several missed calls from Adam. In listening to the messages she realised he must have slept because the mania that had been present in the last day seemed to have disappeared. He sounded apologetic and offered comprises and bribes for her to return and finish the project. Rather than calling she texted him that she would return tonight but she needed the whole day off and would remain out of contact for a little while longer.

"Sure, come here first and you can borrow something to wear," Eve enthused to Grace. She had rung her friend who always seemed to know where a party was happening and asked if she could tag along with her for the night. When Grace tried to protest Eve said patiently, "I know you try but let's face it you could use a hand with your wardrobe."

Considering Eve's words for a few seconds, emboldened by the last few days and all the frumpy remarks she had endured from Adam and Kane she made a decision. "So take the afternoon off work and take me shopping," Grace suggested in return rather than the usual defensive reply her friends expected.

"Seriously?" Eve sounded dumbfounded.

"Yes. I am ready to admit I need some help," Grace laughed and they made plans to meet in an hour after her friend suddenly came down with an upset tummy at work.

Eve was surprised at the sudden change in Grace, the girl who hid behind her glasses and frumpy clothes seemed to be busting out of her shell and allowed Eve to suggest some risqué clothes that she never thought to see Grace wear and wondered about the change in her attitude. "So who is the new guy?" Eve asked casually.

"What new guy?" Grace returned confused by the question.

"There must be someone new or you wouldn't be so suddenly aware of your assets," Eve waggled her eyebrows suggestively at the skin tight dress Grace was trying on.

"No new guy," Grace laughed, "But let's see what tonight brings." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively in return and Eve burst out laughing too.

"Fine, don't tell me, but I know someone is behind this sudden transformation of our frumpy caterpillar into a butterfly." Eve looked at grace critically as she turned and entered the change room again.

Grace blew a big chunk of her savings but she was in a really good mood and was looking forward to the night out. She felt some small guilt about Adam and turned on her phone briefly as she arrived at Eve's place to get ready for the night out. The only message was from Kane wondering about her absence. She sent a similar message to the one she had sent Adam earlier in the day saying that she needed a day off and would return later that night or first thing in the morning to do the last two costumes in the project. She asked him to look after Adam and make sure he ate and got some rest. "I sound like his mother," she said out loud to herself as she hit send and threw her phone back into her bag. Gathering her purchases she went into Eve's house.

*****

Grace had discovered in the last few days that that being able to tease men was an incredible ego boost but knowing that it was just Adam that she had been teasing also left her flat. As she sat in the bar with the too loud music and colourful crowd she smiled at the glances she received. So she wanted an ego boost, it's not like she was here for a one night stand, those seem to be on offer if she had have given some of the men a second glance. She sized up some of the interested looking men and imagined a night of wild and crazy monkey sex might be just what she needed but she wasn't that drunk yet.

She considered that it was not only her that lacked confidence as it seemed that many of the men who did approach her seemed to have imbibed a lot before having the balls to do so. She laughed admitting she was equally as in need of liquid courage before she could flirt with confidence and was nice to the ones that dared to approach her but none of them had that certain spark she looked for. Ordering another drink, Grace smiled and sat up straighter noting her friend on the dance floor with yet another different guy before accepting her drink and chatting briefly with the friendly bartender.




Princess Prick Tease



Another man approached her and she realised after flirting lightly that her excuses not to dance or invite them to sit with her were becoming weaker but she was also enjoying attention she would not normally command in her regular wardrobe. She was amazed at how men actually spoke to her partially revealed breasts rather than looking at her face and a small grin curled her lips and she spoke in soft tones to those brave enough to approach her and attempt to get past her immediate rebuffs.

Grace became aware of a man at the other end of the bar from where she had taken a stool and sat fending off her would-be suitors and becoming a homing beacon between bouts of dancing for Eve. The man seemed quiet and sat apart from the crowd. His eyes seemed dark and his body language screamed anger or at the least irritation anytime she caught him glancing in her direction. She found it disconcerting that he was watching her flirt, knowing she was getting a kick out of the sloppy compliments before turning the men away with feeble excuses. She lost track of the number of drinks she had, enjoying the buzz she felt along with the attention her new revealing dress was affording her. For the first time in a long time she felt confident in a place like this and as the bartender approached to see if she wanted another drink she turned to flirt with him again.

A deep voice sounded from behind Grace as she opened her mouth to order another drink and she turned to look up at the owner as he spoke in a commanding tone, "Don't you think you've had enough?"

Graces jaw dropped open, she was speechless as she looked into the dark foreboding eyes of the man who had been sitting at the other end of the bar practically glaring at her all night. "I... uh..." she struggled to find some words but was caught between indignation and curiosity. He was standing so close that she could feel the heat from his body. Indignation won and she turned away from him back to the bartender but he had gone to serve another customer leaving her a glass of chilled water.

"Look, I am really sorry but..." Grace began as the man continued to stand over her.

"I am not one of the men you can flirt with here and then turn away when your little game gets serious." He cut off her dismissal of him. This little flirt needed to be taught a lesson and he was just the man to do it. 

"I never said you were," Grace spluttered, trying to work out why he seemed so angry with her when they had barely made eye contact half a dozen times across a crowded bar, "and I certainly wasn't flirting with you." The heat from his much too close body was reflected in his dark smouldering gaze. Averting her face from that gaze, Grace sipped nervously at the chilled water.

"Of course you were," the deep voice rumbled. "You chose to flirt with every man in this place just by choosing to wear that dress. You courted the attention and admiring glances from the common man waiting for one who wouldn't take your bullshit tease. It's time to follow through Princess, the peasants have been interesting to watch I will admit, but now it's time to deal with someone better."

"Oh good you have found a friend." It was Eve's voice beside her, "Great, cause I am going to take that sexy beast over there home for a wild ride. I will leave the door unlocked for you." Eve grabbed her bag and headed off with what Grace had to admit was a great looking guy. She wasn't surprised that Eve would leave her here, it was who she was, a perennial party girl and known nymphomaniac. A moment later she realised who the friend Eve thought she had made was and grabbed her bag, being a little scared of the tall foreboding man, and went to run after Eve, without looking in his direction again.

By the time she made it through the crowd to the door Eve was nowhere in sight. Looking around she decided to walk to a cab rank and head home to Adam's house rather than listen to Eve's wild ride all night. She could pick up her car tomorrow or the next day; she couldn't imagine Adam would let her walk out again until they were done after today. The fresh air hit her and she felt all the drinks she had consumed come back to make her feel her drunker than she had thought. She stumbled almost falling but for a hand on her arm. The angry man stood beside her scowling down into her face.

He said nothing keeping his hand on her arm and propelling her with him down the street away from the club. He walked so fast Grace practically had to run in the too high shoes to keep up and any protest she had was weak and breathless. To her horror he pulled her into a dark but relatively clean alleyway and she attempted to pull away from him only to find his grip increase. He pushed her to the end of the alley effectively blocking her path and unzipped his pants pulling out a sizable cock.

"Now Princess Prick Tease let's see if you're as good as you advertise," he growled at her. "You have spent all night playing with men's cocks with your flirting; let's see how you handle the real thing." His free hand moved to her shoulder forcing her to her knees and he commanded, "Suck the cock of the man you came out tonight looking for. Someone who could handle you and not put up with the flirty teasing bull shit, everyone in that bar could see what you wanted, they were just not man enough to give it to you."

"What makes you think this is what I need," Grace said through gritted teeth as she glared at him, the alcohol in her system making her sound braver than she felt; she had taken his cock in her hand as she spoke. She had never been treated like this before by anyone and though she was frightened a little by this angry seeming man she also felt a strong pull towards him and his take control attitude. In her semi-drunk state she reasoned that she could do worse than an anonymous one night stand with this guy who obviously had the know-how and the equipment to back it up.

The man wrapped his hand in her long hair and yanked her head back and she found herself looking up into his dark heated gaze unable to look away. She stifled her whimper of pain unwilling to give him the satisfaction of subduing her; she began to play his little game the glare of indignation coming back into her eyes. She moved a little as she became more aware of the throbbing cock still held within one hand and feeling the heat within her pussy grow making it more difficult to hold the sense of angry indignation she was trying to show in her face.

He smiled a confident little smile and said slowly, "I know this is what you want and what you need and I know that I have the cure for your Princess Prick Tease games." With his hand still wrapped tightly in her hair he moved her face forcefully forward, "Suck it," he growled. Grace found herself entering a whole different reality. It was his game but she was going to play it. Oddly turned on she didn't kiss, lick or tease his cock as she normally would; instead she opened wide and took as much of his sizable manhood as she could into her mouth. Holding him between her lips she fluttered her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft while her hands slowly wandered over his thighs and around to his ass.

She couldn't truly believe she was doing this but at that moment she was Princess Prick Tease and she could do a lot of things little Grace never would. She dug her nails into his ass and pulled him forward swallowing hard and driving his cock past her gag reflex. Finally hearing him moan she became confident that she could take back a little of the control he had so arrogantly enforced over her. Pulling her head back slightly she brought her hands back to the front and undid the button still holding his pants in place as she moved up and down his cock teasing now with her tongue and firm sucking lips. She ran her nails up over his torso to his chest not scratching deeply but just enough to titillate.

"I'll show him how a princess sucks," she thought to herself, testing his cock with her tongue as she sucked for the better reactions. She fluttered her tongue around the head before pushing it up into the roof of her mouth pressing it firmly before swallowing hard around him once again. She could feel his knees give slightly as another moan escaped his lips. She rolled her hips feeling the pain of the badly maintained surface beneath her knees as she began to increase her speed. She could sense his impending orgasm and in her mind she smiled, "He thought he could just order me to suck it, and swallow his cum, oh no not this little Princess." So to remind him of just who had who by the balls Grace bit down, not hard enough to wound but hard enough to stop the impending orgasm.

The man barely made a sound and yanked her upright by the hair. Roughly pulling the small straps of the dress from her shoulders and exposing her breasts, he pushed her back against the wall. Finding her nipples he pinched them hard between his fingers and began to twist cruelly as she tried to stifle her yelps of pain. He leant in so their faces were mere inches apart seeing the fear re-enter her eyes briefly before the haughty princess look reappeared. "No, you don't get control. You had your fun in the club. This is about meeting your match, a man who can't be manipulated by your looks or flirtatious body language. You cannot bat your eyelashes and get away with anything here," his words rumbled from him, his breathing laboured.

In full princess mode Grace watched his lips as he spoke, inexplicably wishing he would kiss her, the whole surreal scene was turning her on incredibly. Grace would never feel this horny in this position but as the prick teasing princess she had become, the pain in her nipples along with the dark alley and strange man, all seemed to excite her in a way she had never felt before. She knew at that moment she wanted nothing more than for him to fuck her right then and there. 

Releasing her breasts his hands moved up her thighs lifting the skirt of her dress. He leaned in pinning her body with his, he moved his cheek against hers, his lips close to her ear and spoke in a low whisper, "Beg me."

Caught off guard the real Grace reappeared momentarily looking confused but as he pulled his head back from her ear she saw the confident smirk and the princess leapt back to the forefront of her thoughts. She let out a groan of frustration locking her eyes to his, "Just fuck me if you're going to, all talk no action it seems."

Putting his hand flat between her breasts he held her in place against the wall as his other hand delved beneath the raised skirt of her dress to rip her panties from her. She let out a surprised squeal but it died just as suddenly as she felt his fingers delved between the lips of her wet cunt rubbing over her swollen clit giving her even more feelings of need, she almost begged at that point but instead let out a whimpering sigh of pleasure. 

Just as she began to relax into the feeling that built in her cunt and radiated up into her body he roughly shoved two fingers into her cunt leaving his thumb free to continue working on her clit. She gasped and trembled, almost cumming with just the penetration alone rocking her hips forward and driving down onto his hand. He continued to pump into her spreading his fingers to widen the tight hole and pushing deeper until he finally bent his fingers seeking out her G spot. Her legs buckled slightly and she shook with force as wave after wave of orgasm shook her body making her cry out and his hand move up from here he had pinned her by the chest to her mouth.

Watching her as she came down from her high, seeing the flush of the intense orgasm creep up over her chest and face, he held his fingers still within her and letting her breathe properly once again moved his free arm around her waist supporting her shaky legs. Only when he could see her start to fully relax did he remove his fingers from her and kiss her hard. Moving her a few steps back down the alley and pushing her over a crate he placed a hand in the middle of her back to hold her down even though he could see her legs were like jelly and trembling from the explosive orgasm.

Lifting her skirt his fingers trailed between the cheeks of her ass coating the tiny dark star there with her own cum. She began to protest weakly struggling under the hand that held her down as he continued to move his hand between her sopping wet cunt and her ass. His finger entered her slowly testing her as she protested more. Leaning over her body his cock entered her tight cunt with one hard thrust and his hand moved to her mouth again as she cried out. Searching the alley floor around them he found her ripped panties and pulling out of her briefly, retrieved them, balled them and forced them into her mouth. Taking his belt and tying her hands behind her he entered her again leaning over and growling, "I am in control now Princess Prick Tease." 

He began to fuck her slowly as his fingers once again sought out her asshole and pumped in and out of it to her muffled cries. He was angling his cock to enter and hit her G spot making her squirm and her cunt to continue the natural lubrication his fingers continually sought out and transferred to her ass. She let the feeling of her next impending orgasm wash over her she was so close and could feel herself tipping over the edge into oblivion again when he pulled out of her and pressed the head of his cock to her ass.

Pulling her head back by the hair he took the panties from her mouth, and leaned in close to her ear again rumbling in a low voice, "You wouldn't beg me to fuck you properly, now I will give you another chance to beg me to fuck that pretty cunt instead of your ass. See it as a lesson in proper Princess etiquette, you shouldn't tease a prick nor bare your teeth to one or you will be punished," He slapped her ass hard. Though she couldn't see it she just knew that his arrogant smirk was in place on his face.

"Fuck you!" she snarled at him, "I am not the Princess you think I am."

"Have it your way then Princess. I saw you look down on all those guys from your lofty perch on I-am-too-good-for-you hill. You flirt and you tease and you need to be handled by a dominant man like me to be satisfied," filling her mouth again with the balled panties as he spoke he gave her no further opportunity to beg him. He could have made the experience a lot worse but he entered her cunt again once before slowly pushing his cock into her ass aided by her own natural lubrication that his experienced fingers had placed there. 

She struggled and mewled the feeling was intense both in the pain and the odd pleasure it gave her. She had never felt so full or open or vulnerable and her head whirled with conflicting thoughts as he slowly moved in and out of her going deeper with each stroke. Every time she tensed up he would smack her ass until a warm glow of heat enveloped it as well as her cunt which spasmed with each of his thrusts. Once he was fully embedded and his thighs rested against her ass he stopped to savour the moment and leaned over her the low rumble adding to the feeling flowing into her body, "Admit you have met your match, admit you like being possessed by a man who will not take your bullshit shit, admit you want to be fucked like this." Her muffled whimpers answered him and he turned her head by yanking her hair so he could look into her eyes. Nodding with self-satisfaction at what he saw there he curled an arm around the top of her thigh and began to tease her clit as he held himself embedded deeply in her ass.

Her inner muscles clenched and tightened over and over again sending delicious waves of pleasure through his cock and he felt her body tremble on the brink of another orgasm, she was making muffled noises and as his fingers stopped their work her over sensitive clit he leaned over and rumbled, "Are you ready to beg me now?"

Her body was trembling with need and at this point she didn't care anymore she just wanted to cum again, knowing it would be even more explosive than the previous one. She looked up at him with demure eyes and nodded. He took the panties from her mouth and waited as she took a deep breath. "Please fuck me," she said softly between gasping breaths.

He pulled his cock out excruciatingly slowly and just as slowly entered her again. She moaned and he leaned over her rumbling, "Not bad but I would hardly call that begging. Come on Princess beg for what you want, I know you want it, you know you want it, let's not be shy now."

She groaned in frustration attempting to roll her hips to get herself off but he held her in place with the weight of his body. "Please fuck me harder, fuck me faster. Please let me cum again." She cringed as he let out a small chuckle.

"That wasn't so hard was it?" His voice sounded less fearsome when he laughed and he pulled almost completely out of her and plunged back into her hard and deep, his fingers starting to work over her clit again. "You need this, Princess, you need to be treated like a slut to fully enjoy the art of fucking. Those losers would have left you wanting more and you knew it. That's why you came so willingly with me. You knew I could give you what you needed. I possess you now and nothing short of a dominant man will ever satisfy you again." With each phrase he slammed into her making her cry out in pleasure and pain her clit sent jolts of electricity through her body. 

Finally he drove her to a frenzied climax both with his words as much as his body and he buried himself to the hilt within her and let himself cum too. He collapsed over her uncaring of his weight and her muffled protests. When he had partially recovered he got up and withdrew his softening cock from her ass pulling her cheeks apart to enjoy the sight of his violation of her. Cum oozed from her tight hole as it did from her cunt. Reluctantly he pulled her skirt back down and helped her stand before removing the belt that held her hands and fixing her dress appropriately. She seemed very subdued and he tilted her face up to his. 

"You were very pleasing little Princess." He bent his head to kiss her lightly. "However," he looked at her sternly, "Should you ever bare your teeth to me again you shall be punished severely."

Without thinking she apologised and basked in the first real smile she had seen from him. In her daze she wondered at herself, what had just occurred was tantamount to rape but she had gone with him semi willingly, she had played his game, she hadn't in all that time called out for help even when she wasn't gagged. Grace couldn't believe the Princess side of her personality was such a slut she had actually begged him to fuck her ass. Feeling suddenly embarrassed by her own actions and being a semi willing participant in the surreal scene she had just been through she turned toward the entrance of the alleyway and took a step forward before realising he was at her side and walking with her. 

"Can I give you a lift home?" he enquired as if they had just has a typical night out and she looked up at him and smiled lopsidedly.

"No. I don't think so, thank you. I am staying with a friend and..." she let her voice trail off.

"And?" he inquired.

"I am not sure how I would explain you or the lift. I am a dreadful liar. I will just catch a cab there's a rank on the next block, I think," she explained.

"Have it your way Princess, I am guessing you usually do," he murmured the arrogant smirk crossing his face again as they walked silently to the cab rank. They kissed goodnight and thanked each other like friends. It was too surreal for Grace and she closed the door to the cab giving the address, glad to be going home to some normalcy. She laughed to herself, who would ever have thought that she would describe Adam and his wild projects as normalcy.

She let herself into Adams house with the key he had given her and tried to sneak into the studio to sleep off the rest of the alcohol in her system and the ache in her ass and cunt when Adam's voice stopped her in her tracks.




Princess Prick Tease



"And what time do you call this young lady?" He grinned at her, "You better have a really good story involving sex or I won't be letting you sleep in tomorrow." He turned on the small lamp near the daybed he had been resting on and looked her up and down. "In that dress, how could there not be sex. Okay spill, something's going on with my frumpy friend."

She had been ready to tell him everything to make it seem more real than it did to her at that moment but the word frumpy brought out the princess in her again, "Oh so I can't just dress up and go out without an agenda, there has to be a guy or sex? Grow up Adam!" She turned and went to the bathroom closing the door and cleaned up, taking off her make-up and pulling her hair back into a ponytail. The last thing she wanted was for Adam to smell sex on her; she didn't even know the guy's name. She, frumpy little Grace, the good girl had nasty dirty harsh sex with a complete stranger in a dirty alleyway and liked it! No she definitely couldn't tell anyone or ever go back to that club again. Sighing she left the bathroom feeling refreshed and headed to bed.

"Look, I am sorry Gracie," Adam said with feeling when she went back to the studio, "The last thing I want is to have you mad at me again. Kane tore me a new one tonight when you were gone and I told him why." He smiled sheepishly. "It's just I get a little wound up in my projects. You get that right?"

"Yeah, that's why I had to get out of here for a day. I am sorry I said the things I did this morning I could have handled it better too," she hugged him and he hugged her back.

"Now let me sleep so I can be your perfect model again tomorrow," Grace pulled away and flopped onto the day bed.

Adam turned off the light and went to his own room, happy that she was back and seemed refreshed and relaxed.

*****

The next day the fetish gear truly came out as she was transformed into a unicorn and Pegasus in the one day by the simple addition of wings and removal of the horn. As Adam dressed her in what he called a pony girl body harness and long latex stockings her mind kept wandering to the stranger of the night before. He had called himself a dominant man and she wondered what he would make of Princess Prick Tease dressing like this in fetish wear. The leather of the harness reminded her of the feel of his belt wrapped around her wrists. Quite often during the day her mind wandered and she found herself giggling at something or other that occurred to her because of her encounter the night before. She still couldn't believe that she, Grace, had been involved in something like that.

For his part Adam was overly thoughtful of her needs and quite surprised at how absent she was during the day. Her constant daydreaming allowed him to work without the constant questions about what he was doing and why. He considered asking her what she was thinking about but after getting through most of the tedious difficult stuff without her complaining he didn't want to break the mood by asking what she had really got up to the night before and who with. If he was honest with himself he felt a mild twinge of jealousy. When Grace didn't have someone in her life he had her all to himself, maybe when this was all done he would call a few of his old girlfriends that he still had a casual relationship with or even boyfriends for that matter and see if he could find that look of pleasure that seemed to be radiating from Grace.

Kane came with dinner again, this time from an Indian restaurant and was pleased to see that peace existed between the artist and his model. He too refrained from sexist comments and overtly leering at her but as she left the room when the photos were finally done she heard Kane exclaim, "My god she is a fucking walking wet dream in that costume!" Princess Prick Tease could not have been happier with the comment and Grace's self confidence rose a little higher realising that the attention she had received from Kane and his brother all week had emboldened her to go out with Eve and flirt outrageously at the club last night.

"Maybe Dom was right about her," she thought. She had named the stranger last night Dom during her reveries of the day not liking the fact that she didn't know his name. She had never felt confident enough before to go out in public dressed as she was last night. Maybe the comments and reactions of the two men in the other room had opened up an exhibitionist teasing side of her she hadn't known existed before now. It didn't matter what she was doing or how hard she tried not to, she could not get Dom out of her head for even a moment and she worried that as he said she would never be truly satisfied with a sweet nice natured guy again.

She walked back into the studio, Kane had left and Adam looked up from his desk, "Your phones been ringing and ringing." Grace looked at her watch wondering who would be ringing so late. Her phone started again and she picked it up, seeing the call was from Eve she smiled and answered it.

"Hi Eve... Yeah it was a lot of fun last night... Oh yeah I forgot about my car hang on I will see if Adam will take me to go pick it up," she looked at Adam and he scowled but nodded. "He would love to... yeah I can be there in about thirty.... Okay... see you soon." She hung up and went to grab some clothes. As if aware of her body more than ever she looked at the range of baggy clothes and sighed, "I really need a wardrobe overhaul."

"I don't know what got into you last night but let's not let it go to waste. He opened a closet in the far corner of the room and stood back looking at it for a moment before selecting a short baby doll style dress that was hand pained to cascade in sunset colours from pale purple and pink to bright orange and red. It was truly beautiful and Grace was floored by his offer.

"I can't take one of your precious creations!" She said appalled at the idea. 

"Of course you can you're my best model, most of them have been made to your size anyway," he helped her slip the dress over her head and pulled the towel away. The band that hugged her ribs under her breasts was very snug but not uncomfortable and once again she threatened Adam not to comment on her weight gain. He again replied that she was always too skinny in the first place and if she didn't keep mentioning it no one would even know.

When they arrived at Eve's place she was waiting downstairs having loaded Grace's new purchases into the car for her. She stood talking to a tall man beside a second car. It took a moment for Grace to recognise him and she cringed at the thought of seeing him looking the way she did. Although the dress she wore was beautiful she wore no makeup and her hair was tied back in a ponytail which she immediately pulled out and ran her fingers through her hair.

"You okay?" Adam asked noting the way she tensed up before taking out her pony tail.

"Yes. No. Maybe. Shit I don't know. Just don't ask me any questions til we get home okay?" her worried eyes turned on him and he nodded but his brow creased in confusion. "Nothing to worry about I promise. I'll meet you at home okay?"

"Maybe I should stay and follow you home. You seem a bit... Weird," He said still frowning at her.

"I'm fine really," she squeezed his hand, "and Eve is here so what could be wrong?"

"I guess," he murmured. "If you not home in an hour I will come looking for you."

"You're such a good friend. See you at home in an hour," she smiled and got out of the car walking toward Eve and the tall dark man, who stood between her car and another. Turning to look over her shoulder she waved as Adam beeped his horn and slowly drove away.

"Here she is, Princess Grace," Eve said happily.

"Oh gawd," Grace laughed, "I wish."

"Good evening Princess," the man she had daydreamed about all day greeted her and she smiled.

"It's nice to see you again," she said softly trying to hide her face behind her hair.

"When you finally answered your phone tonight I was already at the club and your friend from last night here offered to drive me back to meet you so you could pick up your car and stuff. He was fairly insistent really," Eve was bubbling over with her usual excitable personality. "I guess you made a good impression last night He was bummed you didn't come back with me tonight, and more bummed when I said I hadn't been able to reach you all day. Told me to try and call you again, and here you are."

Grace looked up at him in surprise and his eyes bored into hers as if waiting for an explanation. "I told you yesterday Eve. I am helping Adam with one of his projects this week and it's so intense I need last night out to clear my head. It'll be another few days before I answer my phone at a regular time, I'm afraid. I promised him I would stay put until its done."

"Oh yeah, guess I forgot. Probably because you swore you would never let him convince you to do one of his projects after last time and the humiliation of it all. This one won't be like that will it?" Eve appeared genuinely concerned for her.

"No nothing like that. I couldn't go through that again I am still living it down." Grace grimaced.

"Thank you for bringing Eve back to meet me," Grace smiled and moved toward her car so she wouldn't have to explain further about Adam's projects.

"Of course," he replied, "I enjoyed our brief interlude last night and was concerned when your friend said she hadn't seen or heard from you after she left you at the club last night."

"Isn't he just the sweetest," Eve grinned, "being all concerned for a girl he didn't even know the name of, though princess Grace does seem to suit you." She winked.

"I wouldn't be too concerned I don't know his name either, we never fully introduced ourselves," Grace was curious to know and put a name to her daydreams.

"Let me do the honours then," Eve grinned. "Princess Grace, meet Sir Tristan, white knight and rescuer of damsels in distress. Sir Tristan, meet Princess Grace, geeky yet glamorous damsel you thought to rescue."

"Nice to meet you," Grace said without the hint of a smile touching her lips.

"I am glad you are well and unharmed by anything untoward," he said stiffly.

Grace climbed into her car and wished Eve a successful night with a wink, turning to Tristan she smiled. "Thank you again."

Tristan leaned down to her window in in his rumbling murmur said, "We will meet again Princess." It sounded more like a threat than a prophecy and she shivered.

She pulled away from the curb wishing she was bolder, wishing she could have been the Princess Prick Tease of the night before but she found with Adams warnings and Eve's presence she automatically reverted back to the geeky, smart, shy girl she had always been. During her drive back to Adam's house she berated herself imagining Tristan laughing about her subdued personality during this meeting. It irked her as if she had handed him more of a victory over her after their interlude the night before.

When she got home Adam was waiting with wine and questions. Grace related the details of what occurred in the club leaving out the details of what occurred after in the alleyway. It was like that person, the Princess, wasn't her at all. It was like she viewed it from a window looking in. Tristan's stiffness and formality tonight had made her feel it all the more that their time together was an aberration, nothing more than a surreal moment in time. It wasn't until she went to bed in the silent darkness that Grace admitted she liked being the Princess and wanted more. His final words of meeting again both excited and scared her. He hadn't asked for her number or a date as such, did he expect she would start just showing up at the club hoping to find him there? She fell asleep and dreamed of his dark smouldering eyes watching everything she did in her daily life and smirking at just how average and boring she truly was.

The following morning Grace woke again to Adam holding breakfast for her. "Good morning," he smiled. "Today you go black," he grinned and shoved a spoonful of serial into her mouth before she could ask questions. She began by standing against the painting wall as he sprayed her back and bottom a strange raven blue-black colour and her front gold. In a very short amount of time, or so it seemed to Grace, she became the mysterious sphinx of ancient Egypt.

She had paws and a tail but the major piece of the costume that was not her body itself was a glittering rhinestone embedded collar from which hung a furred breastplate that ran down the centre of her torso. It was held in place by the a loop on the collar, nipple collars on her chest and as it tilted down between her legs small transparent plastic strips that were painted into the body paint on her torso. A thin ridge of furred material of the blue black colour ran down the middle of her back to her ass holding the tail piece and linking with the transparent plastic to hold it in place. The majority of the body paint for this costume centred on her face giving her a square nose topped with a pale heart shaped piece around her nostrils. Her eyebrows were all but erased by the same putty used to build up her nose and intricate painting transformed her eyes and mouth.

Finally she was given a blue-black wig topped by a crown of gold and hung with the small plaited locks like those seen in Cleopatra effigies. When she was finally allowed to look into a mirror even she didn't recognise herself and she let the princess side of her nature come out emitting a low feral purr from deep in her throat. 

Adam busied himself looking elsewhere as she preened before a mirror. He had been all about the work while he could concentrate on one small part at a time sure of what the whole costume would look like. Once he stood back to survey her as she looked into the mirror and let out the feral purr he felt his cock swell in appreciation of his own work. Grabbing his camera he attempted to concentrate on the work at hand. She posed before the green screen in various ways as he directed her, she seemed to him to have truly taken on the female catlike qualities and she stretched and preened and curled for him.

At the end of the shoot and fully in Princess Prick Tease mode, Grace prowled toward Adam looking up at him with hungry eyes, she stopped at his feet and nuzzled his thigh. Adam jumped as if stung shaking his head, "Fuck, Grace. Stop or I won't be responsible for what happens next." She considered him and let out a low purr enjoying his unease and the strange exchange of roles they had. She had become the aggressor and she wanted nothing more than for him to take her, command her, use her as Tristan did. Instead he turned his back on her breathing deeply and told her to go have a cold shower.

It wasn't that she was disappointed but she wasn't happy either. This strange exhibitionist and reckless sexy side of herself she had discovered this week confused her and she went to soak in a bath glad that the final costume was done and she could go back to her normal life. Even to her it seemed boring all of a sudden. While Adam had gone to art school and immersed himself into the bohemian world of free thinkers she had studied business and economics immersing herself in numbers and facts and environmental technologies. She now worked for a telecommunications company as a line manager for business accounts. 

She quite liked her job really, it was the Department Manager that she disliked immensely. He had all but threatened to sack her when she asked for the week off. Unlike the men in her department she rarely took time off, she must have a heap of vacation time up her sleeve but he acted as if she was constantly away and had hinted that her job may be in jeopardy, if she took more time away. She hoped he wasn't right.

She sighed and looked at the dark dirty water she soaked in and began the final scrub with the pungent cleansers before moving to have a shower. She hoped Adam appreciated all this trouble she had to go to each night for his art. Her tummy rumbled and she realised Kane had not been by tonight for his usual visit with the dropping off of food. Finally leaving the bathroom draped in a towel Grace approached the studio. Adam was at work at his computer surrounded by Kane and his wife, Maggie and another man Grace did not know. Surprised she grabbed the nearest dress possible being the sunset dress Adam had given her the night before and exited the room back to the bathroom to change.

The people gathered around the computer had not even noticed her and when she came back in she looked around for food of some description frowning in consternation when she found none. Walking back out to the other end of the house where the kitchen and dining room lay. She was surprised to find the table laid as if for guests and the kitchen counters littered with a range of take-out containers. 

Grace considered going back and interrupting the small group huddled around the computer but instead she grabbed a plate and helped herself to the food piling it high and sitting on a stool at the kitchen bench to eat it. Maggie bustled in and frowned at her. "We were just waiting for you to celebrate the end of your torturous modelling. Now here you are eating all alone!"

"You won't get Adam away from that computer tonight," Grace said with a mouthful of food, "None of you even looked up when I came in after my shower." She continued eating as if it was a foregone conclusion that the men were lost in the project.

"Oh won't I now?" Maggie tittered and turned on her heel and leaving the kitchen. She returned minutes later herding the men as if they were cattle into the room. Even though Maggie had been berating him for his lack of attention to his model who had been his virtual prisoner for a week Adam still look surprised that Grace was halfway through a plate food sitting at the kitchen bench.

"So much for no one knowing it was me huh?" Grace scowled at Adam. The princess in the back of her mind relished the fact that each of the men and even Maggie had been so entranced by the photos that they hadn't noticed her come into the studio after her shower but the Grace everyone knew was embarrassed that she was on display in such a way.

"You knew she didn't want anyone to know. Why did you bring James?" Adam turned on his brother putting the full blame where it belonged.

"The deadline is looming and he asked why you hadn't submitted yet. I told him," he looked toward Grace, "that he wouldn't believe how good your collection was until he saw it for himself and that you would be done on time, if you got the last shots done today."

"They should have been done yesterday," Adam murmured under his breath making Grace shoot him a look of incredulity.

"Everyone grab a plate and come eat at the table, come on Grace." Maggie took the plate Grace was eating from and placed it on the dining room table while issuing orders to Kane to open a bottle of Champagne.

As she moved to the table Grace overheard James say softly to Kane, "If they hadn't said anything I never would have guessed that girl was the sexy model in the photos." Grace recoiled and her inner princess threatened to burst free and show just how sexy she could be. Squashing down the princess by taking stock of her half dried hair and scrubbed pink skin shining with the heavy moisturisers she had brought from her day spa she realised why he would say that she didn't look like a sexy model. It was Adam her made her seem like a siren and the talents of Eve had made her just as much in costume on the night she had met Tristan. Grace let her mind wander again to the enigmatic man and the effect he had on her.

Grace let the conversation flow around her. Her mind remained on other things or more accurately another person. She accepted the champagne and the toast distractedly and it wasn't until James said her name that she came fully back from her imaginings. 




Princess Prick Tease



"Oh sorry," Grace started, "What was the question?"

"So what do you do when you aren't modelling Adams lascivious creations?" James asked.

"My day Job isn't nearly as glamorous," Grace laughed and thought to leave it at that.

"Oh? How disappointing? I am sure it can't be that mundane," James pressed her.

"I'm a business accounts manager," she groaned at his look of surprise.

"Well for all I know you could be laundering drug money for biker gangs or from corporate embezzlers. You could be a criminal mastermind like most of the accountants I know," he teased. 

Grace looked at him with wide eyed innocence and mimed her shock and speechlessness that someone in her profession could be a criminal mastermind and finally winked at him with a small grin, "Pfft criminal mastermind indeed, they are mere peasants in contrast to my evil genius," she let out an evil laugh, "mwha ha ha ha ha." The fact that he had misinterpreted her job title was funny.

Surprised and amused, Adam roared with laughter. His best friend was one of the truly good people in the world. She had never had an evil thought in her life let alone a criminal one. The banter around the table increased and Kane opened a third bottle of champagne. 

*****

Grace had stayed another two days with Adam collaborating on the final package he would send to the club owners. On Monday morning it was put in the hands of a courier to hand deliver and make sure it arrived on time before the Wednesday deadline. Grace returned to work and life went on as usual for the following week. They talked to each day on the phone but Adam and Grace gave each other the space they so desperately needed after the closeness of the modelling week.