Taylor was feeling tense as she climbed the stairs, following Marcus to his new studio, not knowing what to feel as she followed Marcus upstairs. A part of what she was feeling was relief. Lisa had insisted on meeting with him to make sure nothing problematic was going on.
Luckily, she had already been working hard for their upcoming bank heist, and pushed herself too much, triggering a headache. Taylor didn't want them to meet Marcus and risk him. She didn't want him to get hurt. She didn't even want to talk about him, but it was hard to keep a secret from Lisa.
She was glad that she revealed him only that and not the truth of her undercover identity. That, she couldn't afford to reveal.
Not before Thursday, which was her opportunity to establish herself as a bona fide hero who could work rather than a pathetic girl who could only control bugs. She had already managed to infiltrate Undersiders. She just needed to arrange another meeting with the Armsmaster and arrange a bust.
It was the perfect plan.
However, the upcoming operation wasn't the only reason for her tenseness. No, Marcus was responsible for even more of it. She had no idea what to call him. He was certainly not her boyfriend despite them having sex.
After all, how many boyfriends would let their first time interrupted by a pushy blonde, and almost let it turn into a threesome. Even if that blonde was the Glory Girl, who interjected herself into the situation in a way that indicated a lot of familiarity.
No, Marcus was not her boyfriend, even with everything they had done. Nor he was really her employer. She didn't need the money from him after the payoff she received from Undersiders, and soon, she would have a salary from PRT, solving her financial issues.
Looking that way, she had no reason to visit him. Yet, when he invited her for a photo shoot, she readily accepted.
She wanted him.
The time she spent with him had been one blind spot in months of drudgery. While she knew that she was not his girlfriend, it didn't change the fact that he was kind.
Taylor knew that all he needed was to give a few of her naked photos to Emma to convince Emma to model for him instead. Instead, he helped her when everyone else avoided her as a disease, and made her feel beautiful. She was ashamed to admit that, for that alone, she was ready to give her virginity to him.
But, her presence had a more carnal reason for it. During the last two years, she had felt truly alive two times. One was fighting against Lung, and the other two had been with Marcus, one in her own bedroom, and one in his motel room.
No, with the cesspool of the life she was living, she didn't have the luxury of rejecting the offer of feeling relief. Even if it risked him somewhat, Taylor admitted guiltily. It had been her mistake to assume Lisa wouldn't have noticed it.
She followed him silently as they climbed the stairs, until he opened the door, and led her to a large entrance, connecting multiple rooms. "So, your own studio?" she asked. "Weren't they supposed to be expensive?"
He smirked. "True, but having a photo shoot with a popular heroine pays well and creates some opportunities," he said, his wink confirming exactly who he was talking about. "Too bad her mother is a bitch and stopped our most interesting ideas."
Taylor couldn't help but feel jealous as he complimented Glory Girl. She wished that she could admit she was a cape as well, and wanted to help. Too bad that was not an option. She liked him, but not enough to reveal her biggest secret.
Maybe once she properly joined Protectorate.
"So, what's this about?" she asked.
"I actually managed to get the go-ahead from that jeans company," he answered. "And, they are willing to pay quite a bit," he said. "I have a thousand for you as long as you're willing to take a cash payment. Six hundred if you want to go official."
"Really?" she gasped.
"Yes," he said, then his smirk faded. "But, there's a problem."
Taylor gulped. It was her mistake, to assume that one thing in her life could go without a problem. "What's it?" she said.
"You have to wear this during the shoot," he said as he threw her a piece of plastic. Some kind of red domino mask, large enough to cover her eyes and half of her face.
"And this is a problem, how?" Taylor asked, confused.
Marcus frowned. "Half of the benefit from such a shoot is visibility. While you can put that in your portfolio, a lot of clients wouldn't really consider it. It can really affect your ability to find more work."
Taylor couldn't help but giggle. That was excellent news. "Actually, I much prefer to keep my face hidden, at least for now," she said. "I don't plan to talk to my father about it, so…"
Marcus smiled as well. "That's good news," he said. "That way, we can have some serious flexibility in terms of the jobs we accept," he said. "The rest of the clothes are in the dressing room, waiting for you. Why don't you put them on and wait for me? I need to finish a quick task first."
"Excellent," Taylor said, feeling more cheerful as she followed his directions. However, that was soon replaced by hesitation. Heels, skinny jeans, red panties, a red lacy bra that matched the domino mask, and a distinct absence of a top.
Her mouth dried. Suddenly, she was even more glad for the mask.
She even thought about refusing altogether, but after some thought, she decided against it. She had enjoyed posing for him. After years of being treated as a disgusting leper, the attention was welcome.
She licked her lips in excitement as she changed into the new underwear set, put on the heels, and combined it with the half mask. Everything except the jeans. "I look sexy," she admitted as she checked herself in the mirror, shivering in excitement. Thanks to her bugs, she knew that Marcus was still in the dark room, processing some photos.
The chemical smell the bugs getting was pretty noticeable.
There were some advantages to a permanent awareness of anything around her. Not being caught unawares even if she decided to act naughty was one of them. She positioned herself in front of the mirror, a warm feeling filling her stomach as she started caressing her core over her panties.
A smile filled her face as her fingers started dancing, the presence of Marcus next room driving her pleasure to a new level. She played with herself for a few minutes, but, before she could reach a climax, she noticed Marcus walking toward the door.
He must have finished whatever he had been doing. Horrible timing … or, was it?
With a sudden impulse, Taylor decided not to stop. After all, he didn't know that she knew about his approach, which gave her some plausible deniability about giving a show. And, it wasn't like he hadn't seen all of it before.
Taylor closed her eyes as she continued to play with herself, doing her best to strut in front of the mirror even as Marcus stood at the entrance. For a moment, she was sure that he would stay there and take photos, which would have been a little disappointing. A distinct click of his camera further confirmed that idea.
Then, he got closer and closer, until he stood behind her and grabbed her hair. "Marcus," she gasped as he pulled her hair, acting surprised. "What are you doing?"
"I'm punishing you, of course," he said even as he slapped her ass. "How dare you, as a model, ruin the outfit we're going to use for the shoot," he admonished.
It didn't take a genius to understand he was playing a role. For once, his voice was soft and throaty, filled with an intense need. But, that clue wasn't as obvious as his other action. He had already released his shaft as he was walking, and a push was all he needed to slip inside.
"Yes, punish me! I deserve it," Taylor moaned. "I'm a bad model!"
She was happy with the spanks she had been receiving, particularly since she had deserved it. Not for playing with herself, maybe, but accidentally putting him in the crosshairs of a team of villains deserved that punishment.
"Yes, you are. Not only you skipped class, worrying me, but also you're making some dangerous changes in your life," he growled as he continued to fuck her.
Taylor tensed despite knowing he was just playing their role. It hit a bit too close to her real actions for her to shrug it off.
"Yes, sir. I deserve it," she moaned. "Now, punish me just like I deserve."
"What a good idea," he said as he tightened his hold on her hips, and started drilling her even harder. She looked at the mirror, unable to believe that she was looking at herself. Wearing that sexy underwear set and heeled shoes, she already looked far sexier than she was used to. The mask allowed her to further distance herself from her old mental image.
In a way, she felt like Narcissus, captured by her own reflection. Or maybe not, as unlike Narcissus, her attention wasn't solely focused on herself, but splitting between two different sources.
Then, he pulled her hair back, interrupting her gaze and her thoughts at the same time. "When I punish you, you have to focus on the punishment and not your sexy body," he said, the compliment hitting her even harder. "Now, count the spanks."
"O-one," she gasped as his hand landed on her ass, the painful pleasure jolting through her body. Twice, she failed due to pain. The third time, it was the pleasure that overwhelmed her, and she collapsed on her knees, panting hard.
"I guess we have to handle your punishment after finishing the photoshoot. Put the jeans on, and follow me."
"Yes, sir," Taylor moaned.
It took her five minutes to put on the jeans with the way her legs had been trembling, and another two minutes to walk confidently with the heels. Yet, it only excited her further. Maybe he would punish her again.
She deserved it!