January 25, 2026 Dear Diary,

The strappy teddy fit like a second skin that night—black material cupping my breasts, the straps framing them perfectly, garters stretching taut down my thighs to clip onto silk stockings with delicate lace tops. My heels were five-inches high with red soles, flashing with every step I took. I felt like art. Expensive art.

Adam had requested something different this time… he wanted Ava to service him while I watched. He was paying double my usual rate just for me to sit there, drink in hand, observing. The power dynamic thrilled me more than I had expected.

I arrived at Ava's apartment forty minutes early, as planned. She answered the door in an oversized sweater and leggings, blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, but her eyes were bright with excitement.

"Show me what you're wearing," she said the moment I was inside.

I opened my coat, eliciting a low whistle and a look of appreciation from my good friend.

"Fuck, you look incredible." Ava exclaimed as she kissed me on the cheek.

We moved to her bedroom where she pulled out her own lingerie from the dresser—a matching teddy in deep burgundy, similar garters, nude stockings. We dressed each other like actresses preparing for opening night, hooking clasps, adjusting straps and sipping cocktails.  I sat at her vanity while she curled my hair, giving me that sexy, tousled look. Ava's messy blonde bun already looked perfect and it seemed to fit the erotic and seductive mood we had created.  I dipped into your makeup bag, selecting a dark lipstick in a shade called "Dominance." Perfect I thought to myself as I applied it . That mood was light and jovial, with us giggling, trading stories about difficult clients, and bonding in that particular way women do when they’re both vulnerable and armored at once.

Adam arrived exactly on time—he always did. When he saw us both posed on Ava’s sofa, his jaw actually dropped. "Jesus Christ," he breathed.

He had brought Grey Goose and Gatorade, remembering my preference. The thoughtfulness made me smile as I sat watching him mix my drink, the sound of ice clinking against crystal, the cold condensation already forming on the glass.

We quickly fell into pace, the three of us ready for this evening featuring both exhibitionism voyeurism. I settled into Ava's leather armchair, crossing my legs as Adam watched. The stack of hundreds sat on the side table—my payment, already counted. He had positioned himself on the edge of the bed, with Ava kneeling between his legs with practiced grace.

"Slower," I murmured, sipping my drink. "He likes it when you take your time."

Ava adjusted, her burgundy-painted lips moving with deliberate leisure. Adam groaned, his hands clenched in the sheets. I watched the way his chest rose and fell, the way Ava's light hair spilled across his thighs. There was something intoxicating about being the director of this particular scene.

I thought Adam was closed, ready to explain in her mouth, when Ava pulled back, reached into her bag, and produced a harness and dildo. Adam’s eyes went wide and I had no doubt that this hadn't been discussed.

"Is this okay?" she asked him, voice honey-sweet.

He looked at me fir the answer . I raised my glass slightly, giving permission with a smile. "Why not?"

What followed was unexpectedly beautiful—Ava's confidence, Adam's surrender, the way he let go of control completely. I sipped my vodka and watched, occasionally offering a word of encouragement, feeling the weight of the cash beside me, the silk against my skin, the pleasant buzz building in my veins.

She entered him slowly, I'm almost lovingly… At first. Within no time she had her hands on her shoulders, pulling him back into her as she slammed the dildo hardened deep into his ass, over and over again, showing him no mercy. “ grab your cock and stroke it while you take this up your ass.” Ava commanded. Adam Jetters he was tall, and in no time, with him stroking himself and Ava, slamming into his tight ass, he exploded. His cum shot out and slow spurts, covering the pretty satin bedsheets.

Afterward, when they were both spent and laughing breathlessly, I stood and stretched. My reflection caught in the mirror—still perfect, still untouched, still powerful. 

Adam, I knew, would sleep well that night. He would likely toss and turn at first,  not in fits of  sleeplessness, but in memories of the experience we had given him that day. I figured Ava would text me the next day about doing this again…. she really seemed to get off on the power.  As for me? I would deposit my money, pour another drink, and think about how strange and wonderful it was that this was my life. Life was good.

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