Chapter 2

10:39 am — Issue: The Bride

Live music is playing on the beach as the guests have arrived and things are bustling. It’s a classy affair and I can sense the political posturing between the two families as they have a good time. Food is being served on trays. Mrs. Habsburg is watching me like a hawk from a near distance.

For the guests, it’s all about enjoying the moment, but for me, it’s when the whirlwind is reaching its climax. A million things could go wrong and it’s pressure from all angles. I’ve been walking around in circles and touching bases with the different vendors. My nerves are growing but I’m addicted to that sensation.

I get a text from my assistant regarding the bride’s outfit. A last minute snafu. That I should get there immediately ‘just in case’ things spiral out of control. In my years of experience dealing with weddings and events, it’s often the little things that grow into big things which cause the most problems, because they’re easy to ignore. I’ve trained my assistant to look out for these pitfalls and to notify me right away.

The clock is ticking and I get to the bridal suite right away. The door is open with people coming in and out. There’s a team of hair and makeup people along with a photographer who’s snapping behind-the-scenes pictures. I see the bridesmaids looking gorgeous and ready. Then I see something that rocks my world while my adrenaline is already high.

Nicole is standing topless with a slip that covers her legs and she’s wearing heels. Her hair is polished and tied in a bun. Her makeup is on par with the Oscars ceremony and her jewelry is sparkling. Her arms are toned. It’s common to see nipples in the bridal area, but these are Nicole’s nipples, she’s socialite royalty with who her parents are. Her partial nudity is so brazen given how many people are in the room. This almost looks like a Vogue photoshoot with the cameraman snapping pictures of her looking so glam.

My assistant comes to me and whispers the latest updates in my ear. Apparently a splash of red wine had struck Nicole’s bra, and for those unaware, special shaped bras are required for each kind of wedding dress. There’s also an issue with her panties, which the details are vague.

Nicole sees me and waves me to come over. All the while, I’m still struck by her nudity. For a socialite like Nicole to have breasts exposed is a power move. She seems empowered by displaying her tits and light brown nipples. And the people around her seem energized by these boobs, as if they bring life to the atmosphere.

She remains cool when I stand in front of her, her hands on her hips as if her breasts are a superpower, and she remains casual while people are bustling around us.

“Do you have 10 minutes to spare?” she asks.

“Sure, everything okay? You should be more dressed by now.”

“I’m swapping a new bra. We’re waiting on that. But there’s something else.”

“Mind if we go into the changing room where it’s more private? I heard what you did for Ling and that was incredibly thoughtful.”

“We tell each other everything. We’re like sisters. Well, not exactly like sisters. You get the idea.”

“I get it, but the wedding is starting soon and I’m needed at different places.”

“And I need something urgent as well. Follow me.”

Two hours earlier I pulled Ling into a private sauna, which resulted in fingering her, now Nicole has taken my hand and she’s pulling me to the walk-in closet nearby. There’s only so much adrenaline I can take in one morning. But the job is the job. Nicole is the star and I’m obliged to listen to her, which is difficult as her tits bounce with each step.

When we’re in the walk-in closet, she turns to face me. It’s an empty space but we can hear the conversations and hustling and pictures snapping in the bridal suite.

“I got waxed early this morning,” she says. “You know, down there. The employees are terrible with their waxing technique. And I made the mistake of rushing them, so I wasn’t moisturized properly. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“You must be itching.”

“I’m not wearing panties yet because it stings. So, do you mind?”

“You know, there’s going to be a lot of cameras recording this. I need my walk to be perfect.”

Women like Nicole are figurative princesses, used to getting whatever they want. She’s looking at me like it’s a simple request. But then again she must be used to all sorts of sexual interactions based on what the bridesmaid had mentioned earlier.

“Have you thought about asking Ling?”

“Ling would never let me go. And she’d be a sobbing mess during the ceremony if we touched right now. Come on, we’ll be super fast.”

Nicole lifts her slip to reveal her runner’s legs and heels. When she pulls further, her vagina is exposed. There’s slight redness around the labia and I can see why she’s itching, or whatever the issue seems to be. She sits down while holding her slip and she’s acting like my service is a forgone conclusion.

I’ve already finger-banged the bridesmaid, might as well get this over with. I put my tablet on the floor and kneel in front of her, assuming the subservient role, hoping that no one comes here, though I’m sure someone eventually will. The conversations in the bridal suite gets louder, with more fervor as the wedding nears.

Her pussy is beautiful as I look up close. Her labia are like rose petals and her clitoris is erect. Ling’s vagina was the first I’d ever touched and fingered, but Nicole’s is the first I’m able to truly appreciate and see up close. The vaginas I usually see are from a comfortable distance in the gym showers or locker room.

I gaze into her eyes while I’m kneeling, those light brown nipples have become erect and she’s gazing back at me like I’m giving bad customer service. She’s questioning me with her look.

“Sorry, what would you like me to do exactly?”

“Give me the same treatment you gave Ling earlier. She mentioned you have a magic touch and her judgment is impeccable.”

She maintains the same gaze, the same expectation that I’m customer service to her. My tablet on the floor beeps from two new messages, which is a normal amount at this hour, but the stakes are much higher given the family I’m dealing with. I remind myself how much money I’m being paid and the need to uphold my growing reputation.

I press my hands on her upper-thighs and rub. Each rub, going back and forth, comes closer to her pubic mound which makes me feel like I’m crossing a line. This is the bride. Her family are my clients. I’ve been working closely with Nicole and her mother for the last several months in anticipation of this milestone day. Now every time I push against her soft skin, her labia opens and I see the wet pinkness of her pussy.

My palms press against the irritated skin from the botched wax job she had earlier this morning. Her body is so warm, her muscles tighten, and she even starts to moan as I press harder when soothing her skin. My thumbs graze her labia and I’ll be honest in admitting that I’m aroused from doing this with someone like her. Her stature is an aphrodisiac in addition to her elegance.

In another life, I’d be interested in doing this again with her, for a longer period of time, but only if we were alone — and no one would ever know. But for now, I’m working. Time is of the essence and I’m mindful of that.

“Getting better?” I ask.

She raises an eyebrow. “Not really?”

“One or two more minutes then. After that you’ll need to get dressed. People are waiting.”

“Mouth please. That should do the trick.”

Her request shocks me to the core and sends a flow of energy down my spine and between my legs. My mouth? While I’m working? While people are in the suite talking and getting ready? There’s no door giving us privacy. I look inside of her pussy, it’s wet and ready, and I look at her eyes. She’s serious about this and it’s just another day for her. Another request that she often makes.

“That might be going too far. I’m okay with soothing your skin, but no mouth.”

“You gave Ling an orgasm and she’s not even paying you. My mother is.”

There are so many things I could say right now but I hold myself back. Nicole doesn’t mean to be degrading, it’s the world she comes from. She’s used to having everything she wants, and if I’m being honest with myself, the sight of her wet pussy between my hands is intoxicating. I feel alive in more ways than the typical rush of a wedding day.

I kiss the redness of her pubic mound and the sides of her crotch. It’s the reason we’re here in the open space closet, alone together, because of this itching. Clearly she wants her pussy eaten because she got the wrong idea from Ling, that I’m some sort of lesbian aficionado like they are. In reality I’m just a working professional trying to make an honest living like anyone else.

Nicole moans as I keep on kissing, her skin is so warm, so soft. Her pubic area feels like silk from this morning’s wax job. I keep waiting for her to say that the kisses are enough and that it’s time to get dressed, but that doesn’t happen. I can smell her aromas. Her pussy is drenched and she’s making these murmuring noises as she watches me.