Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 48: Unanswered Desires*

Chapter 48: Unanswered Desires*

Meanwhile, upstairs...

Selena trailed behind a giggling Sasha, watching as she practically floated next to Justin, laughing at whatever dumbass joke he was telling.

Selena smirked.

The two of them had always been like siblings. But now? Now, they were teetering on the edge of something a little... forbidden. And honestly? She was so here for the drama. She slowed her steps as she watched them disappear into Justin’s bedroom, and she couldn’t help but smirk. It was only a matter of time.

With a stretch, she rolled her shoulders and headed to her own room, already thinking about getting out of this damn office suit. She needed a shower, something comfortable, maybe some food.

Just as she reached for the doorknob, she heard Justin’s voice, muffled but unmistakably whiny as hell, complaining about something from inside his bedroom.

Selena snorted.

With a final laugh, she shook her head and entered her own room, already making a mental bet with herself. How long before those two finally snapped?

Not long.

Not fucking long at all.

*****

Selena shut the bedroom door with a soft click, letting out a long, slow exhale. The day had dragged on, coiling tension into her muscles, and she needed this—needed to shed the weight of it, strip down to nothing but skin and let the hot water melt everything away.

Evening draped Selena’s bedroom in a soft, golden glow, the city lights flickering beyond her floor-to-ceiling windows. The space itself was elegant but not excessive—expensive without screaming for attention. Plush velvet bedding in a deep shade of wine, a sleek vanity with gold accents, and a faint trace of her signature perfume lingering in the air.

It was a room that belonged to a woman who knew her worth.

Selena stood before the full-length mirror, fingers lazily working on the buttons of her silk blouse.

Her fingers toyed with the first button of her blouse, slipping it free, then another, and another. With each release, more of her golden skin came into view—the soft slope of her collarbone, the smooth expanse of her stomach, the teasing swell of cleavage framed by the delicate lace of her bra.

The silk fabric slid off her shoulders, drifting down her arms before pooling at her feet exposing her white skin and flat stomach, her chest was a swell of her breasts bearly hidden by the expensive bra. They practically screamed release, her cleavage was big and prided itself having a big bridge between her breasts that only disappeared in the encasement of her breasts. She rolled her neck, stretching just enough for her body to arch, her curves shifting under the dim bedroom light.

Her hands moved lower, unfastening the sleek pencil skirt hugging her hips. With a slow, deliberate motion, she undid the zipper and let the fabric loosen, teasing her fingers along the waistband before giving a little shimmy. The skirt slipped down, gliding over the curve of her hips, sliding past the round fullness of her thighs before crumpling at her ankles.

And there she stood—long, sculpted legs encased in sheer black stockings, the delicate garter straps clinging to her thighs in a way that made her smirk. The matching black thong sat high on her hips, the lace barely covering the perfect curve of her ass, teasing just enough to leave an afterimage in the mind.

Selena’s ass was big and peaky showing years of refinement. The thong cut through the crack—the bridge between her ass cheeks diving them like they weren’t supposed to be together. She moved slowly making her as giggle making one wonder how it felt to stick it there and make it rest between that crack.

She dragged a slow hand over her stomach, up the dip of her waist, tracing the silhouette of her own body. A knowing smirk curled her lips as she turned toward the mirror, tilting her head slightly, observing herself with quiet approval.

Then, with an effortless motion, she reached behind her back, unhooking her bra. The straps slid down her shoulders, the lace falling away with a whisper of fabric against skin.

Her breasts, finally freed, were full and perky, their curves soft yet firm, moving ever so slightly as she exhaled. The smoothness of her skin caught the dim bedroom light, accentuating the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Her breasts stood in glory of firmness and plush softeness coupled with the crazy hard nipples. Her nipples were unique in their own way, black and so erect but what made them stand out was the way they seemed to curve and face downwards. Her areola was big too and black with a few of what looked like small bumps but instead they made her breast more stunning and beautiful.

A flush of warmth spread over her, a natural reaction to the cool air now kissing every exposed inch.

She stretched slightly, rolling her shoulders, the movement causing the perfect swell of her curves to shift—subtle, hypnotic. The feeling of weightlessness, of bare skin unrestrained, brought a slow, pleased smirk to her lips.

A final tug, and the last scrap of fabric slipped down her legs, leaving her fully exposed.

She stretched, arching her spine just enough to feel the delicious pull of her muscles, then ran a lazy hand down her thigh and then over her uncovered crotch so perfectly shaved with nothing there looking like a bald head of a mock.

"Loneliness, how long has it been since I’ve been touched!" Her hand went further and then a middle finger traced the folds of her pussy feeling her clitoris twitching and her pussy wetting up. "Just a single touch of my own and yet my pussy feels wet... this sexual frustration is doing numbers of me!"

She rubbed her clit again feeling her desires building up, heat building up in her. She slipped a finger inside. It was immediately wrapped into the heat of her pussy and her arousal.

"Maybe one day," she sighed and removed her finger before stepping away from the pile of discarded clothes.

Without a second thought, she made her way to the bathroom, each step slow, measured—sensual without trying. The soft glow of the lights traced the curves of her body, and as she disappeared into the steam, the sound of running water filled the air.

The door shut.

And the heat swallowed her whole.

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