Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover

"Lily, would you mind taking a few pictures of me?" she asked shyly. Her head hung as she stared at the floor.

"What kind of pictures?" she asked, quirking her brow.

"Something along the lines of young teacher and librarian fantasy," she squeaked.

"Is it for that boy toy of yours?" Lily snickered.

"This feels like a Spanish Inquisition," Kitty huffed, giving her a look. "Yeah. The man has been down for a couple of days and our conversations are getting less spicier. I think he needs a little help make his day better." She bit her lip.

"I need to know the fantasy to carry it out!" she said in a light voice. It was another weekend and she was free. "Hand over your phone. I need to read this." After what seemed like hours and a horrified expression on her face later, she looked up and said. "Did I possess you? You have him smitten!"

"I wouldn't say that," Kitty grumbled, fiddling with her hands. "I felt inspired."

"You are a vixen!" she commented with a laugh. "You don't want your face in it, do you?" She shook her head.

"I think we would head over to the library with my camera," she winked. She danced away to her room, leaving Kitty dumbfounded.

"What are you doing?" she asked, horrified, when she saw the other bringing out clothes.

"You are wearing this," she commanded, slinging the clothes on Kitty's arm. "Photographer's orders." In her hand was a black skirt and a white buttoned shirt. It was very basic, but it was definitely not part of her wardrobe.

"Are these yours?" she asked, her eyes bulging. Seeing the other nod, she panicked. "Lily, you're a size lower than me. How will I fit into it?"

"You'll fit just fine!" she reassured, ushering her to her room. "Now change and show me how you look."

She sighed and went into her room, closing the door behind her. As she put on the clothes, she realized that she would pop out of it at any time. She peered out only to hear Lily squeal.

"Don't change your bra. The black lace under the white shirt looks ethereal. I can't believe you can do this!" she giggled. She asked Kitty to twirl and appraised her closely.

"You need accessories," she said in a light voice and skipped away to her room again. When she came back, she had an elegant pendant in her hand.

"I'll help you," she said with a smile and helped Kitty put on the necklace. "Perfect," she muttered keeping a distance.

"Put on a jacket. We are going to the library."

- - -

"Where did you get that from?" Kitty gasped, looking at the apple in her friend's hand.

"There's a lot more where that came from," she said with a crafty grin. Kitty rolled her eyes and prepared.

"How should I stand?" she asked, nervously.

"Unbutton the first two buttons of your shirt. Reach for the book on the top left… perfect."

"Bend your hip to the side… yeah like that… elongate your silhouette."

"Slightly part your legs and grab your hair now."

"Come look at it," she said after half an hour.

"Lily," Kitty gasped as she went over the pictures. The gruelling work she had put in to take those pictures were so worth it. She looked like she had walked out of his wet dream, nothing less.

"You're surprised?" Lily asked, her voice cautious.

"It's not that I doubt your ability… Just that I didn't think I could be this way," she sniffled.

"Now don't go ruin your face. You look devastating. You could make countries fall with how you look. Your breasts, your ass… it's going to drive him insane. He won't know what hit him," she said in a sly manner.

[Rinten: Dear Ray,

I know you have been busy with life and don't have the time to talk to me all the time. I was a bit sad at first, but now I feel better. As a reward for handling yourself so well. I have recreated a fantasy of yours and sent it to you.]

She attached a couple of photos to the message and closed her phone.

- - -

"Cage, this is incriminating evidence that she is harassing you," Stephen ground his teeth.

"I don't think we can release this to the press. It's too scandalous. I don't want my name to be associated with it." He sighed.

"Have you thought that you should just reply to her and jerk off to her messages at this point?"

Cage rolled his eyes.

"Her words make me shudder with disgust. If I needed my words…" he trailed off, thinking about Katherine, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You're doing it again. What is it?" Stephen asked with a serious expression. "Are you still talking to that girl?"

"It's been infrequent, but she gets me, man. She's gorgeous, twenty-five, freelancing her ass off and earning money and she's hot. I told her about my librarian fantasy and she… she played on it."

"Are you kidding me? I am equally angry that you are texting her and that I don't get a chance at her." He did look outraged.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

"Is it her?" Cage pulled out his cell phone to check.

"Yup," he said with a bright smile on her face.

"If she makes you that happy, then you should talk to her more often. She could potentially get you through your hard times." He snickered at his own joke.

"Was that meant to be a pun? I am not hard in the slightest. Keira makes my skin crawl with her persistence." He huffed and opened her message.