Stitch and sew

Lexi is tall, blonde, and born for silk. Nadia Bella takes her measurements in a quiet fitting room. The blonde steps into the finished dress. One careless stitch catches skin. Nadia leans in, lips brushing the tiny red bead. She kisses it once. Twice. Then she stays. Her mouth drifts higher, slower. The tape measure slides to the floor. Lexi shrugs the dress off one shoulder, then the other. Nadia’s hands follow, cupping heavy breasts that spill warm into her palms. They trade places on the fitting stool—Lexi seated, thighs parted, Nadia kneeling between them. Fingers slip beneath lace. Tongues trace wet paths over nipples and lower. The needle lies forgotten while two bodies move, slick and unhurried, until the room smells of sweat and expensive perfume.