Thread: Inside Power Exchange [GypsyRose & Dane Stalling]

The look on Matt's face made her glad she'd dressed as she had. While she'd dressed for her, she'd also dressed for him, and the kiss on the cheek was less heated than she might have fantasized ... had she allowed herself to do so ... it was also very much in keeping with reality, interest without assumption. It made it easy to relax, and bask in his attention as he made a more thorough impression. While Regan didn't look down to check, she could feel that her nipples had hardened, and not only from the breeze. Bad of her, maybe, but she hoped that he noticed. A top like that was, after all, meant to highlight the sensual, and few things were more sensual than a confirmation of desire, of arousal. Her smile took on something of a satisfied air as Matt's expression seemed to indicate that she'd made the impression that she had hoped, and she laughed outright at his comment. I like the statement it makes - sexy, but leaves you something to work for. While the 'you' was a collective pronoun, there was enough subtle emphasis that, rightly, might hold the flavor of an invitation, particularly as her fingers tightened for a moment around his arm. Whether it was anticipation, or nerves, that caused the eruption of goosebumps on her back, or both, it heightened her awareness of her own body, and likely improved the view from the front as well as they entered. The music wasn't quite loud enough to resound through her body as it was in some clubs, for which she was thankful. The music was retro, but retro was in, and Rock of Ages had aroused her interest enough that she recognized both the song that was ending, and the one that was coming on, and the beat certainly lent itself to a little extra sway, the occasional bump, against Matt's hip, and she smiled brightly at the small crowd around the table. It was tempting to flush a little considering that some of them had seen her around the display of costumes and toys, but that was foolish. Matt was good at putting people at their ease. He had been with her earlier, and it seamlessly transitioned over to the others as he both admitted and deflected the divide between actors and crew. Everyone knew that neither of them were big enough to have developed much of an ego, and she laughed right along with the light, friendly banter. Good thing I'm not driving ... was her contribution as she sat in the chair Matt pulled out for her. Thanks, Matt. Though she would have preferred a beer, a little liquid courage to loosen up, start getting into the role, wasn't a half bad idea, so long as she didn't end up too drunk to walk and, more importantly, looking like shit for the camera tomorrow. Hey, wow, nice blouse, Kelly -- makeup and wardrobe -- commented, straining to get a better look as she huffed out a bit of a laugh. There was no real animosity in the comment, and the two of them shared a little talk about where they liked to shop for clothes, and discovering that they both had an eye for the little second-hand boutiques, where Regan had gotten this little number. The conversation split up into three or four little groups while they waited for another round of drinks, which came with a small basket of popcorn, which smelled delicious, and another of pretzels. Is this your first mockumentary? the cameraman asked as he hoisted his mug, looking between Matt and Regan with a bit of a smirk that widened as one of the others warned, Don't let Carol hear you call 'her feature' that. The dissenter looked around, then confessed with a grin and a chortle, She's already threatened to shove the camera so far up his ass that he'd have to stick out his tongue to get a close up. And all the while, as she slammed her shooter, as she participated in the banter and got salty fingers from the popcorn and pretzels, she was very conscious, in a good way, of the warmth of Matt's leg against hers, and the fact that neither made any effort to move away from the contact.