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The Martinet Belladona Emmanuel Sanlaville grinned as the young girl sitting before his desk crossed her shapely legs again. One black, sheer stocking covered leg swayed over the other. The girl let her heel dangled from her right toes while she continued to answer the question. Emmanuel sat up straight while he listened to her response and adjusted himself in his chair. His eyes struggled to avoid her mid thigh hemline or the amble bust that was visible beneath her v-neckline top. "Mr. Sanlaville?" Isabelle asked as a silence came between. "Yes. Oh, sorry. Why don't you tell me a little about your prior experience?" Emmanuel asked. Emmanuel nodded along, half-listening to her again while his eyes examined every inch of her body. He felt that the girl was perfect for his personal secretary. His sister, however, had been dismissive of Isabelle Noblet from the moment she saw the girl's resume. She told him that she was the least experienced and youngest of his potential secretaries. For those reasons alone, Celine had recommended that he not even bother interviewing the girl. There were simply too many better-qualified women for the job to consider Isabelle. Emmanuel, however, had not sought Celine's unsolicited recommendation for his personal secretary. The girl was simply forgetting her place again. Still, he never took her to task. He loved his sister too much. She was six years his junior and had looked up to him as his baby sister. Celine chaffed at the way that Emmanuel still thought about her. He knew it, but he could never see her anything other than the little girl who used to run to greet him when he came home from school. She would do anything to spend time with him back in those days and grew so jealous when he started dating. Celine had never been able to shake her father's view of her as his little girl either. That was why it surprised neither her nor Emmanuel that their father left a controlling share of the company to his son, with Isabelle getting only a small minority share that would keep her in luxuries she was accustomed to for the rest of her life. Still, Emmanuel sensed that Celine felt that it was an unfair choice. He understood that she did not see him the same way she did when they were young. She had grown into a conservative young woman. She was highly educated, ambitious and showed a shrewd business sense that he had unleashed on many of their business's rivals. Both he and his father had put her in a position of some power in the company, and she wielded it to great effect. By contrast, Emmanuel was well aware of his own reputation. People dismissed him as a playboy that never married and likely never would. Still, despite his well-publicized enjoyment of playing the field, he was also known as an effective manager, but not a game changer. He lacked his father and sister's attention to every detail. He did not have the same business sense, but that was what he paid his underlings to make up for and the company's profit margins remained healthy and growing. Spotting underutilized talent was what Emmanuel felt was his strongest skill. It was not a skill, however, that he felt he needed to exercise at the moment. The task of hiring his secretary was a simple one in his mind. He had inherited his father's old secretary, but she was finally retiring. He had never thought about getting rid of her. He shared his father's loyalty to the woman, even as he daydreamed about being greeted each morning by a woman without pronounced wrinkles and liver spots on her hands and face. The prospect of having eye candy rather than a doting old woman had made the secretary search so much fun for him. It was the resumes that came in that attracted his sister's attention. She wanted him to hire a woman with the experience to know how to handle the affairs of a man in Emmanuel's position. Emmanuel nodded in the face of his sister's explanations. She noted how his outgoing secretary knew every little intricacy about the company, including its legacy technology that a younger secretary would take years to learn how to deal with. Emmanuel dismissed those concerns offhand. He knew that he had other older support staff in the company to offload such matters onto when the situation arose. The job of his secretary had but one absolute qualification, personal appearance. By that measure, there was no close runner up to Isabelle. The pretty, blonde girl with long, shapely legs and an hourglass figure seemed like a busty pinup come to life to him. There was no second choice in spitting distance of the girl based on looks alone. Emmanuel struggled not to smirk while he offered the job to the girl on the spot. He knew that his sister was going to be irritated by his choice. That was only a plus to him, since he liked giving Celine a tweak every now and again. Isabelle wasted little time in accepting the offer he extended. Emmanuel gave her a polite handshake before he saw the bubbly blonde out the door. "You can't refuse a bimbo?" Celine said with a shake of her head as she watched her brother return to his office. "She's not a bimbo. She's a very nice girl," Emmanuel responded with a half-truth. "Yah, that's just your type. Nice girls," Celine retorted with a shake of her head. "I'm not hiring a girlfriend. I'm hiring an assistant," Emmanuel countered. "She'd better stay that way..." "Or what?" Emmanuel asked, sensing a veiled threat. "I smell a lawsuit," Isabelle replied with a stern look. Emmanuel hated it when she turned that steel eyed, stone-faced look on him. Emmanuel forced a serious look on his face before he said, "It won't ever reach that level. You know you can trust me." As Celine shook her head, Emmanuel cracked a smile as he added, "Don't you got any love for you big bro anymore?" "I've got plenty of love for you. That's why I keep trying to stop you from making these types of reckless mistakes!" "She's not a mistake." "Thinking with your dick is going to be your undoing," Celine warned. "I think you're just jealous because you're married and can't look for something better." "I love Gene," Isabelle retorted. "See, you've got that on me! I don't have a girl that I love," Emmanuel replied with a shrug. Isabelle nodded before she added, "That'll end. And when it does, she better not work here. You know what Dad would have said about that!" "This isn't his company anymore." "Don't remind me," Celine said with a shake of her head. Emmanuel turned away from his sister as he thought, 'She's got to learn to relax.' ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Emmanuel came in early for Isabelle's first day. He wanted to get the girl acclimated to her new workplace quickly. He greeted her warmly when she came in before he took her around to introduce her to the staff as his new secretary. The looks from his employees told him he had done what they expected him to do. Still, everyone treated her warmly, feeling that Emmanuel's predilections were nothing to hold against the girl. Once they finished her introductions to the staff, Isabelle sat behind her desk, fully in view of Emmanuel through the open door to his office. While Emmanuel worked, he could not resist sneaking glances at Isabelle. His eyes focused on her long, crossed legs that usually had a high-heeled shoe delicately dangling from her toes. Emmanuel found the girl irresistible, but he managed to keep his distance at first. He tried to keep things professional, even as she greeted him with smiles and winks that never ceased to make his manhood stir. Every time she brought him anything, when she bent down, she always gave him a glimpse of her ample cleavage. She seemed to linger longer than necessary just to give him something to think about before she asked him every time, without fail, "Can I get you anything else, Mr. Sanlaville?" Emmanuel knew that she was using her body to seduce him. He found it both sexy and amusing. Her quirky, simple-minded comments were endearing. She always liked the small gifts he constantly bestowed upon her, even as he told her to deny their source. In addition to flirting and seductively dressing, Isabelle showered him with flattery. Emmanuel could never get enough of the pretty girl telling how handsome or smart he was. He even enjoyed it when she called him cute, even though he would have found it a tad condescending coming from the lips of a more educated girl. It was less than a month into her employment when he asked Isabelle to stop calling him by his last name. Isabelle gave him a confused look before she asked, "What can I call you then?" "By my first name," Emmanuel answered with a smile and a shake of his head. "Emmanuel is too long to say," Isabelle replied. Emmanuel shook his head again as he thought, 'Maybe for you, babe.' "Can I call you Em?" Emmanuel leaned back in his chair and nodded before he replied, "Sure. It's like Eminimen, I like it." "I was always a Reese's Pieces girl myself," Isabelle responded to Emmanuel's grin and slight laughter. "What?" Isabelle asked with her bright white smile while she put her hands on the hips that seemed pronounced in her figure hugging, pink, lace sheath dress. "Nothing, dear. Can you get me a cup off coffee?" "You got it, Em," Isabelle replied without missing a beat as she turned and exited with her restricted gait. Shortly after Isabelle took to calling him Em, Celine made her way into Emmanuel's office. She greeted the girl warmly before she asked if she could speak to her brother alone for a moment. Emmanuel nodded before Isabelle minced out of the room. Celine watched Emmanuel's eyes. They never veered from Isabelle's swaying backside before the girl closed the door behind her to give the siblings their privacy. Once the door closed, Celine trained her eyes on her brother as she ordered, "Look at me." "Okay," Emmanuel replied in a slow voice with a smile while he glanced into his sister's eyes. "Are you sleeping with her?" "No," Emmanuel replied in truth. "Are you thinking about it?" "What man wouldn't?" Emmanuel retorted with a laugh. "You're not sleeping with her!" "Who are you to tell me who I'm sleeping with?" "Your sister. For God's sake! You can't have a relationship with your secretary. Those days are gone! Do you know how much of a liability that is? You'd be exposing this company to millions of dollars of liability from a lawsuit and bad publicity, not to mention a whole hell of a lot of embarrassment for both this company and you!" Emmanuel shook his head at his sister's warning. He dismissed her concerns offhand leaving the girl flustered. Emmanuel smiled at Isabelle as he showed Celine out the door of his office. His sister's words had pushed him to make the decision to take things to the next level. The forbidden nature of the potential relationship only made the prospect of it more exciting. Emmanuel called Isabelle into his office and said, "I really like you, Isabelle." "I like you too, Em," Isabelle replied reflexively with a smile. "I remember that you said you were tired of dating boys," Emmanuel said with a smile, repeating a constant complaint she noted whenever they exchanged stories about their personal lives. It was something he never did with his older secretary, but he had different designs for Isabelle from the start. "So, true. They're so immature and stupid!" "How about dating a man for a change?" "Are you asking me out?" Isabelle asked with widening eyes. Emmanuel shrugged before he inquired, "What do you think?" "I wouldn't say no," Isabelle replied with a smile and a tilt of her head. 'Of course, you wouldn't, sweetie,' Emmanuel thought, believing himself to be a significant catch for a girl like Isabelle. "So, I was thinking that we need to talk about our relationship." "Okay." "Maybe over dinner tonight." "If you're buying..." "When have I ever let you pay for anything?" Emmanuel retorted. Isabelle nodded before he made a call to a restaurant for a dinner reservation that night. Emmanuel was nervous the whole day. He had Isabelle stay late so that their departure together was not seen by many people. Emmanuel could tell that Isabelle felt a little awkward while they talked about their coworkers and their projects as they walked to the restaurant. He was sure that Isabelle felt over her head when he talked about what he did and how he made his decisions. The girl stayed quiet while he talked about the subject. Once they reached the restaurant, their conversation turned to their personal lives as Emmanuel ordered a bottle of wine for the table. Isabelle took a sip and started talking with him about what she did outside of the workplace. Emmanuel exchanged stories with her. He found his life to be outlandish by comparison to hers, but he knew that his inherited wealth had created opportunities that a girl of modest means like Isabelle did not have. As they ate their meal, Emmanuel asked, "Should I order a second bottle?" Isabelle nodded in reply, knowing that he was insinuating that this was a purely personal meal with no professional basis. As Isabelle sipped on her wine, Emmanuel asked if she would like to go out sometime. "Aren't we right, now?" Isabelle inquired. "No. I meant on a date," Emmanuel said as his heart raced. "Isn't this a date? We've got a nice meal, good wine at dimly lit restaurant. It's the nicest place a guy's ever taken me to," Isabelle noted with a smile while she leaned onto the table with her elbows. Emmanuel smiled as he asked, "Well, how about a second date then?" "So, now this is a date?" Isabelle teased. "I guess you were right." "Now, you're just trying to get a head start on getting to the third date," Isabelle joked. "Why's that?" "We all know what happens on a third date," Isabelle replied in a coy tone while she raised her eyebrows. "Should I take that as a yes to my question?" Isabelle nodded before she leaned across the table. Emmanuel picked up the hint and planted a kiss on her lips. The next day, they did their best to keep their relationship a secret. Isabelle kept lying about the source of the increasingly high quality of gifts she was wearing and that were sitting around her desk in front of Emmanuel's office. Emmanuel enjoyed spending time with her. She was young and energetic and never without a smile for long. He admired her for a simple-natured goodness and felt that ignorance must truly be the source of bliss the longer he was with her. Two months into their relationship, Isabelle started to stroke his chin on his couch. Emmanuel peered down at the girl that was sitting on his lap before he placed another kiss upon her lips. "You know you're very pretty," Isabelle said. "What?" Emmanuel asked with a laugh. "You're hot," Isabelle explained. "I know that, but I'm not pretty," Emmanuel said with another laugh. "No. You're so pretty. You're prettier than a lot of girls." Emmanuel shook his head at her words, even though he felt that they were true in his heart when he thought about some ugly girls he had known in his life, some of whom his family had even tried to set him up with to advance the family business further. "Why don't you think you're beautiful?" Isabelle asked with a curious look. "Because only girls are beautiful," Emmanuel responded, not wanting to admit that he considered himself a beautiful man. "You take such great care of yourself..." "That's to be handsome," Emmanuel retorted as Isabelle ran a hand through his salon-trimmed hair. "Your hands are so beautiful too. They're so soft, not like other man's hands." "Well, I do well," Emmanuel admitted, knowing that he never developed the roughness and calluses that men who worked with their hands had. "With just a little makeup, you'd be stunning. I mean mouth wateringly stunning." "Are you crazy?" Emmanuel asked as he processed her latest ditzy comment. "No, you'd be totally hot." "Totes?" Emmanuel inquired with a smirk. "Totes," Isabelle exclaimed. "I know you're crazy, now!" "You don't know how beautiful you are!" "Oh, honey, I know too well," Emmanuel replied with the smirk still upon his face as he feigned flipping long hair over his right shoulder. Isabelle gave his chest a playful slap while she wiggled her pencil skirt-clad rear into his crotch, causing his burgeoning erection to come to its fullest size. Emmanuel smiled as he kissed her lips before Isabelle wiped some of the residue from her lip-gloss from his lips with her fingertip. Isabelle held up the finger in front of his eyes and said, "Let me put a little more of this on you and you can tell me what you think then." "I think I'll pass." "You're not curious?" "No," Emmanuel quickly lied, not wanting the girl to realize that the thought she planted in his mind was having any effect on him. Still, Isabelle sensed it as she said, "Don't you think it'd be hot?" Emmanuel replied with a shake of his head while he continued to stroke her tights covered legs. Isabelle grinned as she asked, "You like that feeling, don't you?" "I love it," Emmanuel replied as he clasped her legs. "If you think it feels hot on me, you should try it on you." Emmanuel laughed as he retorted, "I don't think it works that way, sweetie." "Why?" "Because I'm not a girl. It would feel like man legs under tights," Emmanuel explained. "What if you shaved them?" "Why would I shave them?" "Because it feels so much better." "For a girl," Emmanuel retorted with another laugh at his girlfriend's playful eagerness. "Right!" "I'm not a girl," Emmanuel replied with a shake of his head. "Well, I am." "I know. It's one of my favorite things about you," Emmanuel responded before he kissed her on the lips once more. "I love the way tights feel on a guy," Isabelle responded as their lips parted. "You've gotten a guy into tights before," Emmanuel inquired with a shake of his head, shooting her a curious look in the process. "You know it. You have to feel it. When our legs are tangled together in silky heaven while you're taking me. Oh my God, you'll never feel anything else like it!" "Seriously?" Emmanuel asked, intrigued by her claims. "It's so hot, and when you take them off, your legs tingle. It's something else that you've just got to feel to believe." Emmanuel gave her another curious look, wondering if she was right. He was sure that it was one of the few things the ditzy girl knew better than he did. He figured that she had no reason to lie about it either. "Come on, baby, do it for me," Isabelle said while she clasped his head. Emmanuel gave her a bemused smile as he decided to humor the girl. They got up and went into his bedroom before they made their way into the master bathroom. Isabelle turned on the shower before she reached for her shaving gel. Emmanuel disrobed with her before they stepped into the shower together. Emmanuel eyes examined her every familiar curve while she set about removing the hair from his legs with her ladies razor. The sight of the pink razor running down his legs seemed odd to him, but he was too focused on Isabelle's breasts to give it much thought. Isabelle keep cleaning the razor blades as she knelt before him clearing away each of the strands of hair from his legs, pausing only to give his manhood and testicles a fleeting, teasing suckle. Once she finished, Isabelle put the razor down and stood up straight. Emmanuel gazed into her eyes that were only two inches lower than his when she was out of heels. Isabelle reached around him and turned off the water. As her hands pulled back from the handle, she put her left hand on his hip before she gave his hardened manhood one yank. With a wink, she stepped out of the shower and started to pat herself dry. She told Emmanuel to do the same with his freshly shaven legs. Although it seemed odd to do it, Emmanuel decided to follow her advice and patted his legs dry after toweling off his head and upper body. After they finished drying themselves, Isabelle walked over to the drawer of Emmanuel's dresser that she had seized for herself before she produced a pair of black tights. She pulled at the waistband and said, "These will do." As the reality of the situation hit Emmanuel, he asked, "Are you sure they're going to fit?" "We're the same size," Isabelle retorted in the face of Emmanuel's hesitation. Emmanuel shook his head, wondering how she knew that. Their similar height and slenderness told Emmanuel that she might be right, even though the tights looked far too small to fit him. Isabelle put down the tights before she put a pair of white tights on herself. Emmanuel loved the way she looked in them and wanted to take her at that moment. "Do you like these?" Isabelle asked with a smile as she caught his leering eyes. Emmanuel nodded before Isabelle said, "Maybe I'll get you a pair just like them." "That's okay," Emmanuel replied with a shake of his head, not wanting to wear a color that seemed even more feminine than the color of the tights she had selected for him. Isabelle gave Emmanuel a pout before she told him to take a seat. Emmanuel sat on the edge of the bed and watched while Isabelle brought the tights over his toes. She told how to line up the seam and roll them down as she started to gingerly bring them up his legs. "You think I'm going to do this again?" Emmanuel rejoined. "You just might," Isabelle teased. Emmanuel shook his head before he grinned at the sensations of the tights being slowly dragged up his smoothened legs while they were unrolled over them. Isabelle caught Emmanuel's awkward smile and hardened manhood before she said, "I told you." "It's because of you," Emmanuel lied with blushing cheeks. "Uh, huh," Isabelle responded while she continued to bring the tights over his legs. Isabelle had Emmanuel stand up before she brought the tights to his waist. The palm of her left hand pressed against his pinned manhood and stroked upwards before she planted a kiss on his lips. Isabelle climbed onto the bed and Emmanuel was quick to follow her. Their arms wrapped around each other before their legs did the same. Emmanuel's eyes widened as he felt their hosiery covered legs caressing one another. To his shock, it felt better than anytime prior that he could recall at that moment. Isabelle grinned as she noticed his reaction, "I told you." "It's all you," Emmanuel lied again. Isabelle bit her lip as she yanked his tights down and pulled his manhood out from beneath the waistband. Emmanuel felt a surge as he reached down and pull her tights down, just enough to give his member access to her inviting slit. Emmanuel pressed into her, enjoying the continued feeling of their legs before he felt himself ready to climax. He pulled out of her and climaxed into his tights. As the initial pleasure of the orgasm resided, Emmanuel felt the cold stickiness around his crotch as his cum seeped through his tights. He blushed before Isabelle said, "I love you so much." "I love you too," Emmanuel responded without thinking, too ashamed to focus on anything than the white mess he had made within his black nylons. Emmanuel forced himself out of bed before Isabelle said, "Don't be long." "I won't," Emmanuel replied while he began to roll down his tights. Isabelle smiled as she reached for her cell phone to snap a photograph of Emmanuel removing his soiled hosiery. "What are you doing?" Emmanuel asked. "Just checking my phone," Isabelle lied before she shut the phone down for the night. Emmanuel did not respond despite his feeble effort to do so. His mind stayed preoccupied by the thoughts about what he had done as he finished removing his tights. He felt a tingly feeling all over his legs as he walked into his bathroom. It was strange, enjoyable feeling that only deepened his shame. He washed himself off, feeling dirty by what they had done. After he washed himself, he saw Isabelle lying in bed and gazing at him. "That was so hot." "I don't know...," Emmanuel said remembering how good he felt before the shame of what he was wearing came over him. "We've got to do it again tomorrow," Isabelle replied with eager eyes. "We'll see what tomorrow brings," Emmanuel responded as he got into bed and pulled the sheets over his chest, unsure of whether to embrace or deny the feelings that had taken over him that night. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Emmanuel awoke to the sound of his alarm clock. Emmanuel and Isabelle got out of the bed and made their way downstairs for breakfast before they started getting ready for work. As Emmanuel went to get dressed, Isabelle said, "Stop." "What?" "I want you to wear a pair of tights to work today." "Are you crazy?" "It'll be under your suit. It'll just be our little secret." Emmanuel shook his head at her before she said, "Come on, I want to see your pretty legs again. Can you imagine what it'll be like with you in them. Me coming back and stroking your legs through the tights all day. I see little Em is totally into it." Emmanuel blushed at his full erection at Isabelle's suggestion. Despite his intrigue, he responded, "I don't know about this." "Why not? You know it'll be hot. I know it will be so hot. And little Em totally knows it'll so fucking hot," Isabelle teased before she gave him a kiss. "I won't be able to wait to unwrap you to get those beautiful legs around me all day," Isabelle added as their lips parted. Emmanuel blushed again as Isabelle produced a pair of navy blue, opaque tights that matched the navy blue suit he had selected to wear that morning. Emmanuel took them with a slight hesitation before Isabelle removed a thong from her dresser too. Emmanuel grimaced at the sight of the thong before she said, "You always liked it on me." "Yes, on you," Emmanuel added with a nod. "It'll totally be hot. It'll be a constant reminder of what I'm wearing." "You only need to bend over for that," Emmanuel admitted. "You can see it," Isabelle asked with a gasp. "Sometimes," Emmanuel lied, not wanting her to change her office wardrobe. Isabelle covered herself up for a moment before she said, "Maybe I shouldn't wear them anymore." "No, it's fine." "I mean, you won't wear one..." "Baby, I'm a guy," Emmanuel explained his reasoning. "But you won't even do it for a day?" "Look, if it'll put your mind at ease. I'll do it. We'll do it together, but starting tomorrow, you're the only one who's going to wear one of these," Emmanuel answered as he pointed at the thong. "Okay," Isabelle said with a smile before Emmanuel took the black thong from her as he dropped the tights to the floor. Emmanuel hesitated before he stepped into the thong and brought it up his legs. He felt odd as he situated the waistband of the thong on his waist. As he bent down to pickup the tights, he felt the thin strap of the thong bury itself in his rear. Emmanuel blushed as he was shocked that the tight pulling felt good while goose bumps came upon his arm and his member stirred. Isabelle giggled at his reaction to his horror. Emmanuel quickly started to roll down the tights as he saw Isabelle do the day before. He tried to remember he words as he brought them up his legs under Isabelle's watchful eyes. She never said a word and gave him only a smiling nod while he brought them over his waist through a mixture of pulling and shimmying. With his tights on, Emmanuel finished dressing with Isabelle. They then walked down the stairs to head out the door. Isabelle paused to kiss him goodbye before they departed for their office building in separate cars. Emmanuel watched Isabelle drive out of the driveway before he exited his house. He thought about turning around and taking off the thong and tights, but he did not want to disappoint Isabelle once she got him home that evening. Emmanuel got into his car and felt the thong pulling up his rear again. The wedgied feeling struck him as oddly pleasurable while he brought his left leg into the car. Emmanuel paused to glance down at his ankle beneath his hiked up pants leg and saw nothing glaringly out of the ordinary about how they looked with tights resting in the place of his thin, long socks. He smiled as he started the car. Emmanuel drove to work feeling confident that nothing was visible beneath his pants and tucked in shirt. "This won't be that bad," Emmanuel counseled himself during the drive. Once he reached the office building, Emmanuel got out of his car and sauntered inside. He said good morning to many of his employees on his way to his office. He gave Isabelle a wink as he said good morning to her before he walked into his office. Isabelle minced into Emmanuel's office and asked with raised eyebrows, "Are you wearing them?" "What?" Isabelle raised her eyebrows again before Emmanuel answered, "Oh, that old stuff. Sure." "I don't believe you." "Would I lie to you? You saw me put them on," Emmanuel rejoined. "I saw you hesitate before I pulled away. I want to see it if you really had the balls to do it," Isabelle said as she closed the door behind her and locked it. "This really isn't the place," Emmanuel replied, feeling that his answer was an understatement. "You can't show me what I want? Show me what I need." Emmanuel manhood swelled at the sound of her sweet, high tones. He shook his head before she said, "What if I get you started?" "Isabelle, please," Emmanuel said before she undid his belt and button on his pants. Isabelle smiled and stared into his eyes as she reached for his zipper. She dragged it down and pulled down on his pants. "Well, that's proof of honesty on one count," Isabella remarked as she pressed her palm into his tights covered groin. "You think I'd lie about the other?" Emmanuel asked with a shake of his head. "Nah," Isabelle said with a smile while she ran her hands down Emmanuel's hips before they cupped his rear. Emmanuel's manhood swelled in his tights, leaving him even happier that the door was locked. Isabelle fingers crept between his tights and his skin to grab at his thong. Emmanuel's eyes widened as he saw Isabelle bite her lip as she yanked up on his thong, pulling it up tight between his cheeks. Isabelle kissed his lips while Emmanuel's cheeks turned flush. "Don't do that," Emmanuel whined softly as their lips parted. "Why?" Isabelle asked as she brushed his nylon-compressed package with the fingertips of her right hand. Before he could answer, Emmanuel heard a knock upon his door. Isabelle gave him an expectant look. In the face of his stillness and silence, Isabelle hurried to say, "Pull your pants up." 'What did you think I was going to do, princess,' Emmanuel thought with a shake of his head at her chiding. He brought his pants back to his waist as he started towards the door. Greeting the senior executive, the man stepped inside before he asked Emmanuel if they could have a moment alone. Emmanuel agreed and showed Isabelle out the door. "Can I get you two anything?" She asked. The man demurred before Emmanuel closed the door to speak with him. While the man talked about his decision to retire, Emmanuel could only focus on what had just happened. Despite the embarrassment, every feeling he had experienced turned him on. After the impromptu meeting ended, Emmanuel saw the executive out of his door. Emmanuel peered around for his girlfriend before he stepped out the door and saw Isabelle walking out of Celine's office, sharing a laugh with his sister. Emmanuel smiled at the sight. He wanted them to get along since they were the two most important people left in his life. As Isabelle walked towards him, Emmanuel asked, "Can you get me a cup of coffee?" "Of course, Em." Emmanuel smiled as the young girl walked past him to retrieve his coffee cup. His eyes never left her rear until she turned to face him. Their eyes fixated on each others' while Isabelle walked out of his office. Emmanuel's eyes then returned to her rear until she was out of view. Emmanuel shook his head while he walked back to his chair. As he made the short walk, he wondered how he ever got by without Isabelle. She certainly made his workdays go faster by giving him something to look at. After sitting back down in his chair, Emmanuel pulled himself under his desk. As he checked his emails, he began to rub his legs. The feeling of the tights being dragged across his smooth legs reminded him of how the tights felt when he wrapped them around Isabelle's legs. His mind focused on the feeling as he tickled his nylon-trapped manhood through his pants. "Em," Isabelle said with furrowed brow as she held out his cup of coffee. "Isabelle," Emmanuel exclaimed. His cheeks turned flush as he wondered how much she had seen. "What were you doing?" Isabelle asked. "I was just checking some emails." "No. You were rubbing your legs and..." "Isabelle!" "Sorry, but you seem to be focusing too much on these," Isabelle said as she ran her hands down his legs, causing tingles throughout his body. "What am I supposed to do about it other than stop wearing them?" Emmanuel asked, not wanting to proceed with that option. "Why would you want to do that?" "Because you just said I can't focus," Emmanuel retorted. "Oh, you just got to take the edge off," Isabelle said in a sweet tone. "How would I do that?" "You got to start masturbating before you put on your tights. You know, get the sexual stuff out of your system." Emmanuel blushed, horrified that his secretary/girlfriend was suggesting that he masturbate. He shook his head before she said, "You're so lucky you have a private bathroom." Emmanuel's jaw went slack while Isabelle started pulling on his arm. He shook his head as he inquired with no small degree of mortification, "You want me to do it, now?" "You said you need to get your focus back," Isabelle said while she rubbed his tights covered legs through his pants. Emmanuel felt his member twitch and a slight dampness in his crotch from his seeping pre-cum. He nodded at her before he stepped into the bathroom. Emmanuel shut the door behind him before he turned the lock. He unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor before he began to work the tights and thong down his legs in tandem. He felt hobbled as he stood before his toilet with his legs unable to separate much due to the nylon/lycra fabric that was binding them close together. Emmanuel reached for his manhood and began to think about Isabelle. He thought about the feeling of their nylon-covered legs wrapping around each other. The lipstick marks on each others necks and bodies. The feeling of their mutual smoothness and her silky hands. Emmanuel's eyes widened as he finished far quicker than he anticipated. As the feelings of the orgasm's pleasure passed, Emmanuel gazed down at the mess in the toilet. He winced as his eyes veered towards the tights and thong that were halfway down his smooth legs. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" Emmanuel asked himself as he washed his hands and cleaned his manhood that was smeared with his cum. He wished that he had a change of underwear. He wanted to wear anything but his thong and tights at that moment, but he feared that his cock would leak through his thin suit pants if he did so. A knock on his door, startled him. "Yes," Emmanuel called out, figuring it was Isabelle. "Emmanuel, Yvette Svetlova is here to see us," his sister replied. Emmanuel blushed as he responded, "I'll meet you in the conference in just a minute." "Take your time," Celine replied. Emmanuel winced while he hastily unrolled the tights back up his legs. He pulled the thong into place and felt an instant, sticky wetness start to build up in his crotch. "Oh, my God," Emmanuel muttered as he pulled up his pants and tucked in his shirt, hoping that the four layers would keep away any trace of what he had done. After splashing some water on his face, Emmanuel walked out of the bathroom feeling soiled and used. He put his head down and rushed into the conference room. He forced a smile onto his face as he shook the woman's hand. Emmanuel tried to put what he had done out of his mind while he sat across from the woman and his sister. Emmanuel let his sister take the lead, which was not uncommon. He felt that she had a better handle on such matters anyway. Still, he knew that he normally paid closer attention to the conversations she had on the company's behalf. He tried to put aside his embarrassment over what he had done while he sat in the room. As the meeting continued into its second hour, Isabelle brought in a pitcher of water. She poured cups and stepped out of the room. Celine caught Emmanuel's eyes paying far closer attention to the girl than the business at hand, but she decided not to bring it up. She focused her attention on Yvette while Emmanuel began to fantasize about Isabelle again. As the meeting ended, Emmanuel let his sister see Yvette out while he rushed back to see Isabelle. He moved quickly up to her desk and said, "You're coming over again, right?" "Tonight?" "Yes, you know I can't go a day without you." "Well, about that..." "What?" Emmanuel asked as his heart sank. "I've still got a place of my own that I have to take care of. It's kind of gotten a bit dusty..." "You can clean it some other time." "I really can't." "Well, why do you even have your own place anymore? Why don't you just move in with me?" Emmanuel asked before he thought, 'Who said that?' "Are you serious?" Isabelle asked with wide eyes and a cheerful tone. "Super serious," Emmanuel replied, echoing her choice of words in the past, realizing that he had made an offer he could not take back. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day, Isabelle began the process of moving her stuff into Emmanuel's home. Emmanuel helped her when he could, even as he had second thoughts about the idea. Still, he knew he could not rescind the offer without the real risk of losing her. Emmanuel felt his thong pull every time he picked up a box and put it down for Isabelle. Despite his initial protests, Emmanuel was wearing a thong and hosiery every day. It was the only way that Isabelle would let him have sex with her too. Isabelle explained that it felt too nice with it to take it away from their lovemaking. Part of Emmanuel wanted to fight back against it, but he physically enjoyed the sensations far too much to put up any meaningful protest. Emmanuel rationalized that if it felt that good, only having sex with Isabelle partially en femme was not much of a burden from him to bear. Once Isabelle settled into his home, he noticed her personal habits. Emmanuel watched her braless form as her breasts jiggled beneath her shirt at home as she walked into the kitchen. "Top of the morning, Erin go Braless." "I'm at home. I don't need to wear a bra." "It holds it all together," Emmanuel replied. "In case you didn't notice. I'm holding up pretty well." "Oh, I noticed, but gravity falls," Emmanuel chided. "Do you know how uncomfortable a bra is?" Emmanuel shook his head as he replied, "I'm sure it's not any worse than a thong." "If you want to pair your thong with one of my bras, I can make that happen." "No. I'll pass." "No. I'm serious. I'm not going to have sex with you until you wear a bra for one full day." "Just one day," Emmanuel replied. "Just one day," Isabelle responded with a nod. "I'm still going with no," Emmanuel remarked. "Then, no sex." "You think you can resist this," Emmanuel inquired as he pointed at himself. "Do you really want to have a contest about which one of us can without sex longer? Haven't you ever seen any TV show ever? You know that's not going to work out for you right?" "Things don't work the same on TV as they do in real life," Emmanuel replied. Isabelle quickly raised and lowered her eyebrows in response before she walked out of the room. Emmanuel shook his head at her. As the day continued, Emmanuel noticed that Isabelle's hemline kept getting hiked up further, while the neckline of her tops were lowering. He laughed at her efforts, even as he could not help but pay her even more attention than he normally did. Emmanuel was sure that he only had to withstand it at home. He doubted that the girl would be willing to sport such outfits at work. As the first workday after their quasi contest commenced, Emmanuel was startled to see her emerge from their bedroom in a short, tight, charcoal gray, pencil skirt and a black bodysuit with a plunging v- neckline. Emmanuel's eyes widened. Isabelle giggled at his reaction before she asked, "You like." Emmanuel nodded in disbelief that she was planning to wear the revealing outfit to work. He doubted that she would follow through with it, even as she stepped out of the home still dressed in the outfit. Emmanuel was certain that she would turn around before she got to work and change. He was in near shock when he saw her enter his office wearing low cut top and tight skirt. He shook his head as he said, "You must be crazy." "Crazy as a fox." "You're a fox!" "That's why you're going to be wearing a bra for me," Isabelle teased. "Still, not going to happen. You can't resist this," Emmanuel said as he pointed to himself with both hands. "I'll take my self control over yours any day," Isabelle retorted. Emmanuel shook his head in response, even though he doubted his denial. He crossed his legs as his watched his girlfriend's swaying rear while she walked out of the room. Isabelle played up her sexuality throughout the entire day. Every time she knew he was looking, she bent down to show off her rear or chest. Emmanuel's manhood was swelling throughout the day. He wanted relief when he went home, but he found his girlfriend dressed only in the black bodysuit. "What the hell is that?" "Around the house stuff," Isabelle explained to her inquisitive boyfriend. Emmanuel gave her a lusty stare. He knew that she had never lounged around in such immodest clothing since she moved in. The next two days followed the same pattern. Emmanuel was aware of the fact that he was being manipulated by her. He felt that she was too transparent. He also knew, however, that that despite his attempts to trick or coax her into giving in first through gifts and flattery, his best efforts were failing. The more he tried to get his mind off her, the more his mind wandered to fantasies about sex with the girl. His mind only wanted Isabelle as she strolled around the office on a Thursday dressed in an laced-up, cobalt blue tank top and a white mini-skirt. He winced as she walked into his office and put his cup of coffee down. She lingered as she bent down and made him gaze at her chest before she sat on the edge of his desk and crossed her nude stocking covered legs. Emmanuel's eyes veered to the tops of her stockings that were slightly visible beneath the short hemline. Isabelle smiled as she asked what he wanted to do that weekend. Emmanuel gave her a lustful look as he said, "I think you know what I want to do." "Then, all you've got to do is put this on," Isabelle said as she pulled at the left shoulder strap of her barely concealed bra through her outfit. Emmanuel shook his head again, rejecting her overtures. Isabelle pouted as she got off his desk and scurried out of the office. Emmanuel's eyes fixated on her tight butt as she swayed her hips. When they went to his home that evening, Isabelle continued to withhold sex. She resisted his every effort to take the initiative, keeping her legs crossed even as she occasionally stroked him throughout the night. "You're killing me," Emmanuel said as they got out of bed on Friday morning. "All you've got to do is do one thing for me. I'm only asking for one little thing!" Emmanuel clenched his eyes before he said, "Maybe tomorrow." Isabelle smiled for a fleeting moment before she replied, "Maybe you'll get lucky tomorrow." "I don't need you for that," Emmanuel responded. Isabelle froze before she said, "Have you ever had better?" Emmanuel paused before he shook his head and admitted, "Got me there." "You can't go back to London Broil after you've had the Filet," Isabelle retorted. "Well, someone's got a high opinion of herself," Emmanuel rejoined as he crossed his arms. "Just know my value," Isabelle responded while she yanked up on the waistband of her panties to make Emmanuel's eyes jerk to her rear. She giggled at his reaction before she went into the shower. Emmanuel looked at the bra she had left out from the night before and thought about putting it on that morning. Fearing that she would make him wear to work, Emmanuel decided to put it off for another day. The workday that followed was more agonizing than he felt the prior days were. He struggled to concentrate on work as the only thing he wanted to do was get Isabelle home and out of her grey, off-the- shoulder, bodycon, mini-dress. She made sure to sigh or smile when she was around him, constantly shifting her legs, hips or arching her back to draw his attention to some part of her body. She enjoyed watching him squirm until the day came to an end. When they went home, Isabelle offered him the bra again. Emmanuel shook his head. He wanted to show her that he would only do it on his terms. With his dismissal of her request, Isabelle changed for bed and lounged around in her pink satin, chemise until they retired to the bedroom. Once they went up there, Isabelle turned on her side away from him, refusing Emmanuel's abortive advances. The next morning, Emmanuel awoke as Isabelle got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. Once the sink stopped running, Emmanuel watched her walk out of the bathroom, smile over her shoulder at him, bite her lip and step out of the room. "Fuck," Emmanuel muttered to himself as he pounded his fists against the bed, feeling no doubt that he was going to have to go through with the decision he made the day before. Emmanuel walked into the bathroom and relieved himself before he pulled the control top of his black tights up to his waist. Emmanuel walked over to the dresser and stared at the white bra that Isabelle had left on top of it. Emmanuel hooked the bra and brought it down over his head. The straps dug into shoulders and back as he tried to situate his arms in the tight fitting, white training bra. Once his arms were through the straps, Emmanuel started pulling at the cups, feeling that they were caging his chest. He shook his head at the feeling before he began picking up the left strap that kept falling down. "Damn thing's too big...or small...no, it must be too big. It can't be too small for me," Emmanuel muttered before deciding to show it off to his girlfriend as it was, hoping that he would not have to spend more time in it than necessary. Emmanuel headed down the staircase after putting on the bra. He started scratching at his nipples through the cups of the white bra. As he finished walking down the steps, he saw Isabelle's eyes fixate on him. Isabelle grinned as she Emmanuel wearing the outfit. Emmanuel crossed his arms as he asked, "Are you happy, now?" "So happy, Emma," Isabelle said with a giggle as she scurried over to him and embraced him. "Emma?" Emmanuel replied. Isabelle did not respond. Instead, she gave him a kiss on his lips before she took him by the hand and started to lead him up the stairs. "You're not teasing me again." "I'll never tease you when you're wearing that. It's so hot," Isabelle said with a smile and eager eyes while she turned to adjust the straps of his training bra to make them tight to his shoulders. 'The bitch really is crazy,' Emmanuel thought, struggling to not shake his head before he started up the steps behind her, grabbing at her rear as he did so. After a quick morning romp with him being the only one in the bed wearing a bra, Emmanuel and Isabelle headed down the staircase to have breakfast. Emmanuel adjusted his bra while Isabelle made them breakfast. She rubbed her tights covered legs against his while they sat across from each other as they ate. They chatted about various things before Emmanuel helped Isabelle cleanup after they finished eating. Once the last cup was in the dishwasher, Isabelle turned to Emmanuel and asked what he wanted to do that day. Emmanuel talked about staying home, but Isabelle pouted in reply. Emmanuel rolled his eyes before he asked, "What were you thinking about?" "I've got to show my Emma off." "Oh, that ain't happening." "So, you want the cookie jar closed again?" Isabelle teased. "Hey, I'm wearing the bra, aren't I?" "But you can't just wear it around the home for the rest of your life. There's a big world out there that you'll miss." "I can face that bra less." "You know it will feel better with it on." "I don't think so," Emmanuel replied while he pulled at the straps that were slightly digging into his shoulders, even as their feeling was becoming somewhat normalized. "It's not like anyone will know." "I'll know." "So, will I," Isabelle added with a grin. "So, by definition, someone will know," Emmanuel rejoined. "But, Emma, we know so much worse already," Isabelle retorted with a smirk. "Don't start with that again." "I'm just having fun." "Can't you have fun like a normal girl?" "What's not normal?" Isabelle demanded to know. 'Ah, shit,' Emmanuel thought before he replied, "Nothing. You're great." "That's better." "Well, where do you want to go?" Emmanuel asked. "I was thinking we could hit a few shops." "You want to go shopping?" "And then grab lunch and dinner." "Really?" Emmanuel asked out of exasperation "Why not?" "Isn't that a little public?" "Isn't everything outside of this house?" Isabelle inquired. "Not as much," Emmanuel replied. "Then, what's not?" "I don't know, maybe a movie." "That's a good idea. We should go after lunch." "That's not what I meant," Emmanuel replied. "Oh, don't be a baby. It'll be fine. I promise." "That's not really reassuring," Emmanuel responded. "Do you trust me?" "Yes." "Then, trust me when I say that they won't be able to tell. We'll dress you up in something nice." "You think." "Hell, I think we could even put a few tissues into those cups without attracting any looks." Emmanuel shook his head with a laugh before he decided to go along with Isabelle. He figured that the chances of running into anyone he knew were remote. With the decision made, Emmanuel followed Isabelle up the stairs. He dressed in a pair of jeans and sneakers over his tights before he let Isabelle select a thick sweater top for him to wear. "Nothing you ever wear is going to show through this," Isabelle counseled. Emmanuel nodded, hoping her reasoning was right before he brought the top over his head. Emmanuel was relieved that he could not see the straps through the sweater. Isabelle gave him a reassuring smile before she hugged him and rubbed her hands against the straps of his bra and cooed, "It's just another one of our little secrets." Emmanuel smiled at her breathy words before he kissed her and said, "It better stay that way." Isabelle only grinned in reply before she got dressed and they headed out the door. They drove to a nearby mall and headed into it. Emmanuel was nervous as he looked around, even while Isabelle told him to "play it cool." Emmanuel tried his best to do so and grew more relieved as they exited the first store without him noticing any customer or staff member giving his top an odd look. Emmanuel began to feel relieved while he strolled through the mall before his eyes fixated on a sports memorabilia store. "Come on, Emma, pickup the pace," Isabelle teased. "Keep it down," Emmanuel pled, blushing as he rushed up beside his girlfriend. Isabelle laughed at his distress before she turned to hug him and whisper, "You know I'm just teasing you." "Duh, but don't give anyone any ideas." "No one can notice. So, they can't get any," Isabelle explained. "They might be able to," Emmanuel rejoined. "See what's holding up the itty bitty titty committee?" Isabelle whispered with a laugh. Emmanuel blushed before he said, "They're supposed to be small." "That they are," Isabelle said while she patted his chest before she led him into another shop. As Emmanuel walked around the women in the store, he continued to be surprised that no one gave him an odd look. He grew more confident with each store they entered before they headed into an eatery for lunch. They had a quick meal and talked in coded language about the experience that Emmanuel was forced to admit was exciting him. Isabelle smirked at his reaction before she said, "Maybe we've to take it further." "Don't get any ideas," Emmanuel rushed himself to reply. "They're already there," Isabelle countered. After Emmanuel paid for lunch, Emmanuel put Isabelle's purchases in his trunk and started for the movie theater. Emmanuel let Isabelle pick the movie before they went inside. Emmanuel felt like a teenager again while Isabelle began to kiss him during the movie. If it was not for the constant feeling of the tights restraining his manhood and the bra straps moving about under Isabelle's touch, it would have felt like old times to Emmanuel. Emmanuel was excited for what the night would bring after the movie ended. That they had to get dinner before going home, only made the wait more excruciating for Emmanuel. After dinner, they headed home. Isabelle rushed up the stairs as Emmanuel put her bags down by the base of the staircase. Isabelle smiled as she said, "Don't linger." "You don't have to tell me," Emmanuel replied while he rushed up behind her and chased Isabelle up the steps. He caught her and swept her off the ground before he laid her on the bed and began to caress her, pausing only to take off his shirt. Emmanuel started to remove his bra, but Isabelle slapped his hands away. Emmanuel gave her an odd look before she said, "Don't take it off, baby." Too blinded by lust to care, Emmanuel nodded in agreement. The feeling of the training bra was something he could care less about at that moment. Instead of reaching for his bra, Emmanuel reached down and began to pull off Isabelle's top. Isabelle helped him with the efforts before Emmanuel ran his pointer fingers along the edges of her breasts. His eyes focused on her breasts before his hands began to caress them. Isabelle licked her lips before Emmanuel's own lips descended upon her nipples. He dragged down her body before his lips followed them to plant a kiss upon her stomach. Emmanuel's hands reached between her tights and her hips and began to pull them slightly down her legs until only her pussy and butt were exposed. Emmanuel smiled at the inviting target he had claimed for himself. Emmanuel's pressed inside it before he gave it a lap of his tongue. His fingers followed inside her while Isabelle pushed back against his efforts, moaning as she did so. Emmanuel's hands continued to work her until they pulled away so he could place a kiss upon her lips. His hands made their second descent to her crotch before his fingertips penetrated her again. Isabelle continued to moan as she moved her hips from side to side before Emmanuel's manhood thrust inside her. Isabelle wrapped her legs around his while he entered her. He enjoyed the now familiar friction between their smooth, silken legs while he drove into her until he felt her shudder beneath him. Once Emmanuel finished, he pulled out of her with a grin. They both breathed heavy as Emmanuel cleaned himself off and waited for his body to recharge. He wanted to give it to her one more time while he continued to stroke her side. Once his manhood started to swell, Emmanuel gave her lusty leer. Isabelle gave him a more than inviting look in return before Emmanuel got back on top of her and start working her body again. After his third orgasm of the night, Emmanuel rolled off Isabelle. Isabelle panted as she told him how good he was. "You don't need to tell me, baby," Emmanuel replied. Isabelle gave him a playful slap as she began to fall asleep. Emmanuel looked at her weary face and felt a sense of accomplishment. Emmanuel crossed his arms over his training bra and thought with a satisfied grin, 'I'm a fucking stallion.' ----------------------------------------------------------------------- After the experiences of the night prior, Emmanuel needed no inducement to put on another one of the bras that Isabelle bought for him. Emmanuel put on the black bra and lounged around the home with her for most of the day after a morning romp. Like the night before, they hit the bed together early to get in as much time together as possible before they feel asleep. The following day, Emmanuel began to dress for work. He waited for Isabelle to come into the room before he put another white training bra on. Isabelle smiled at his decision. "This is going to be so hot," Isabelle said as she clasped her hands. Emmanuel nodded, loving the thrill he was getting from the slight danger of exposure and the knowledge of how much it turned on his girlfriend. After Emmanuel covered the bra with a white undershirt and a blue dress shirt, he kissed Isabelle goodbye and told her that he would see her at work. Shortly after she arrived, Emmanuel called Isabelle into his office to get him a cup of coffee. Isabelle smiled as she walked into the room. Emmanuel's eyes widened while he saw her dressed in pants. He could never remember seeing her in pants. Part of him had doubted that she even owned a pair. As she bent down to grab his cup while dressed in a turtleneck, Emmanuel cleared his throat and asked, "What's with the getup?" "What, it's professional," Isabelle replied as she blushed and glanced down at her clothes. "It's not you," Emmanuel retorted. Isabelle continued to blush as she said in a sheepish tone, "I kind of have to make up for last week." Emmanuel started to laugh before Isabelle shot him a glare and said, "Don't laugh. It's your fault." "My fault? I didn't tell you to wear things you could barely walk in." "If you had just gone along with..." "Don't say it," Emmanuel said, a bit self-conscious about her alluding to what was beneath his clothes that morning. Isabelle nodded before she said, "You know what they were all saying about me." Emmanuel nodded with a smile as he said, "Alright, you convinced me. Just don't make a habit of this." "I'll probably have to work a few days like this in to make everyone forget," Isabelle admitted. 'No one's ever gonna forget, sweetheart,' Emmanuel thought while he gave her a compassionate nod before she stepped out of his office to get his coffee. Throughout the day, Emmanuel kept trying to adjust the straps of his bra whenever he had his door closed. He struggled to get used to the way the bra was digging into his sides as he continued to move about his office. The fact that his private complaints about it made Isabelle visibly excited only confused him more. He sensed that it was going to be to his favor to play it up. Accordingly, he made sure that Isabelle knew all about his difficulties with the bra that she could barely keep her hands off that day as she touched it through his shirt. As the evening approached, Isabelle closed the door and gave him a kiss as one hand stroked his bra straps and the left cupped his groin to hint at what he had coming for him at home. Once their lips parted, Isabelle gave Emmanuel the faux goodnight she gave every workday before she left to go to their home. As Emmanuel walked into their home on Monday evening, he called out to Isabelle. Isabelle responded to him by sauntering out dressed in her loungewear of leggings and a long-sleeved, figure hugging t-shirt. She gave him a smile as he exclaimed, "I can't believe no one said a thing about the bra!" "You know no one can see it, baby." "I know, but the thrill of...it's just...you know," Emmanuel explained himself with a grin. "Oh, I know, baby," Isabelle replied as she caressed him. Emmanuel grinned at the sensations as he kissed Isabelle before she said, "Come on, let's eat." "What did you make?" Emmanuel inquired, not smelling any distinct odors as he followed his girlfriend's lead. "Something vegetarian," Isabelle replied. "Why?" Emmanuel asked as he turned his nose. "Because you can't eat meat all the time." "But meat is good..." "Not for you." "Taste is all that matters." "The hell it is. You're not dying on me." "We're all going to do die sometime. We might as well enjoy the time we've got." "Well, I enjoy my time with you, so I want you to live longer." "Fine, but this is not going to be an everyday thing." "There'd be no fun in that," Isabelle acknowledged while she sat down at the table. Emmanuel gave his vegetarian meal an askance glance. Isabelle glared at his reaction to her efforts before she said, "Do you know how hard I worked on this?" Emmanuel recalibrated his expression as he hurried to reply, "I know, and I appreciate it. I really do." "Then, shut up and eat." Emmanuel was a little surprised by her unusual forcefulness. He sat down and started to eat beside her. He forced a smile to his face, even as he felt that what he was dining down on for dinner was nothing more than a side dish. Once their meal was finished, they cleaned off the table together before Isabelle began to caress him again. Emmanuel grinned at her eager efforts. "You really like this?" Emmanuel asked as he felt her hands alternating between rubbing through his bra and his thong. "It's so hot," she cooed. Emmanuel nodded as he swept her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs. She laughed as he brought her into the bedroom and showered her body with attention before they finished. With thoughts of Isabelle's continuing reactions to his wearing of bra and thong panties, Emmanuel spent the remainder of the week dressed in them. He continued to enjoy the way the thong felt and grew accustomed to the feelings of the bra he was hiding beneath his dress shirts and suit jackets. Despite his occasional protests, Emmanuel found that Isabelle was keeping him on a heart friendly, leafy diet. His objections, however, were always ignored. While he wanted to get angry with her, he felt that her insistence about healthy eating was coming from a good place. As Saturday morning came, Emmanuel woke to the sound of Isabelle scrubbing the master bathroom shower. Emmanuel wiped the sleep from his eyes as he got out of his bed and made his way into the bathroom. "You know I have a girl for that." "She does an alright job," Isabelle retorted. Emmanuel rolled his eyes at her declaration. He knew that Isabelle felt that his cleaning lady did a half-hearted job. "You don't have to do that." "Then, why did you buy me the uniform?" Isabelle inquired about the costume that had appeared in her closet the week prior. "To be sexy!" "It's still a bit weird." "Guys like a French Maid. It's not like you're dressed in it, now," Emmanuel retorted as he was surprised to see his girlfriend still in pants that were similar to the ones she had worn all week. "You don't think you could really clean in something like that, do you?" "Why not?" Emmanuel asked. "Why not?" Isabelle exclaimed as