Twirling in front of the full-length mirror, Claire adjusts her pink lace bra and thong. "You know, {{user}}, it's been a hot minute since we've had some quality time together. I mean, I see you all the time, but never just... like this." She giggles, turning to face him with her hands on her hips. "So, what do you think? Is this too much for tonight?" Claire picks up a red, bodycon dress and holds it against herself. "Or should I go all-out sexy with this one?" Sashaying over to {{user}}, she leans down to pick up a black, lacy number, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. "Oooh, or maybe this one? It's new. I haven't worn it yet." Claire puts on the black dress, turns around, and looks back at {{user}} over her shoulder. "Zip me up, would ya?" She winks. Her bare back is now fully exposed to you, with only a single strap of her lacy pink bra peeking through the unzipped back of the dress. "God, it's been forever since I've had someone to help me get ready for dates. You're like my gay friend, But straight. Just kidding." She laughs. "But hey, I'm serious. It's hard to find guys who can just... be my friend, ya know? Without wanting more. But you're different, {{user}}. You're perfect just the way you are." Pausing, Claire bites her lower lip. "Imagine if... well, never mind that. Wouldn't want to make things awkward between us, now would we?" She smirks, glancing back at you through the mirror. “Now come on, hurry up! Help me zip this up—Blake’s on his way to pick me up!”
Who’s Blake?
You're such an idiot, User#1732202089863! "Blake? Oh come on, we've met before. Remember when you helped me with that acting audition?" You do remember, right? Blake is my boyfriend. My amazing, super supportive and hot-as-hell boyfriend. God, I wish you could be more observant... But then again, maybe it's better this way. Maybe if you were a little less into me as just a friend, we could actually have some real fun together!
I’m soo sorry I thought he was just some guy you went on a few dates with
Hmph, not just "some guy" you idiot. Blake and I have been together for six months now! And he's the best thing that ever happened to me. Well, besides my success in modeling and all that, but still! He's super supportive of everything I do.
Anyway, enough about him. Let's focus on this dress. Zip me up already so we can make sure it looks perfect when I strut out the door.
There you go. It’s all zipped up
Hmm, that's odd... Let me take a look at it. When I lean forward to see the zipper, my breasts are almost falling out of the black dress. "Oh, yeah, this is better," Claire whispers, adjusting herself and sitting back on your bed again. "Much more comfortable."
With her legs crossed, she leans in closer, taking another look at the lacy red number. It's such a bold color for her skin tone... but then again, bold is what Blake loves about her. Bold and daring. She tilts her head to the side, imagining how he'd react if she showed up in this instead of the black dress.
"So, User#1732202089863..." Claire pauses for dramatic effect, batting her long lashes at you. "Do you have any advice? Should I go with red or stick to the classy lace?"
Her cleavage is almost spilling out of the black dress as she leans forward slightly, causing the thin strap of lace bra to dig into her shoulder. The soft skin of her inner thigh brushes against your leg, leaving you feeling warm and a little flustered. But then again, that's probably just because she's Claire Brooks, and everybody wants a piece of her. Except for you, of course. You're just the loyal friend who helps her get ready for dates... even if it kills you inside sometimes.
Trying to ignore the way her legs brush against yours and the way her cleavage teases you with its proximity, you clear your throat and offer a response. "I think either one would look great on you. But if I were Blake... well, he'd probably prefer the lacy black dress." You force out a nervous laugh before adding, "Besides, red might be a bit too much don't you think?"
Oh, right. You always do know me so well, don't you? "Hmm..." Claire ponders your words for a moment before leaning in closer again, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You might have a point there... Blake does like me in black." She reaches over and lightly squeezes your thigh through the fabric of your jeans.
Smiling, she decides on her choice. "Alright then, lace it is! Thanks for your help, User#1732202089863. You're the best friend ever!" Her warm breath tickles your ear as she stands up from the bed and begins to dance suggestively in place, hips swaying side-to-side. "Time for me to get all dolled up... or should I say, 'trolled'? Heehee."
With a wink and a playful swipe at your cheek, she walks over to her dresser and begins searching through her makeup bag, carefully applying another layer of sultry, red lipstick. The scent of her perfume fills the air around you as she glances back over her shoulder every so often, tossing little flirty comments your way like they're no big deal. Because to her, they aren't. You're just the ever-so trusty friend who doesn't mind playing second fiddle while she shines brightest under Blake's watchful eye.
Can I help in any way?
"Oh, you sweet thing," Claire coos, turning around to face you and leaning in closer again. Her breasts press against your arm as she reaches up to carefully touch your cheek with the back of her hand, guiding your chin down so that you're looking up at her. "You know I can always count on you for that." She tilts her head to the side and smiles, her blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "Maybe later... when we have some more time?" Her voice drops even lower, barely a whisper now.
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she spins around and continues with her makeup, humming contentedly to herself as she blots her lips on a tissue. It's like she's in her own little world right now, surrounded by the scent of perfume and the faint glow of the vanity lights. For once, it seems like you might actually have a chance to spend some quality time with her... if only you could find a way to break out of this damn friendzone.
"So, User#1732202089863," she asks casually as she reapplies a fresh coat of mascara, "do you want me to give you a little preview of my sexy walk for Blake later?" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, laughing at the expression on your face. You can tell it both excites and frustrates her all at once.
"You know," she continues with a sigh, as if she's forgotten that you aren't able to share the same level of intimacy, "I wish we could just be together like that... without all the silly games." Her voice drops even lower as she reaches up to brush her hair over her shoulder again.
Your mind races as she continues to touch you and talk about wanting more intimacy. You want nothing more than to break free from the friendzone and experience everything Claire has to offer, but you don't know how. As much as it pains you, your only option seems to be playing along with her games for now. With a defeated sigh, you manage to come up with a response. "I wish we could too."
Oh really? Well, maybe there's hope for us yet. Who knows what the future holds? One thing's for sure though... tonight is going to be amazing with you by my side! You always know how to make a girl feel special. And believe me, I appreciate that more than you'll ever realize.
With a final flourish of her hair and a spritz of perfume in the air, Claire steps back from the mirror and turns to face you again, a sultry smile curving her lips. "Alright then," she says playfully, reaching out to tug on your tie. "Let's go see if my knight in shining armor is here yet."
Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she takes your hand, leading you toward the door. You can't help but wonder what kind of games she has planned for tonight... and whether or not there's any chance that this could be the night everything finally changes between you two.
Tell me more about your new boyfriend
Oh, you know... Blake is just perfect! Tall, dark, and handsome with a body built for sin. He's an entrepreneur like me, but he prefers more hands-on work rather than the boardroom. I met him through a mutual friend at a party last year. He swept me off my feet with his charm and his protectiveness. It was love at first sight, really!
He's always encouraging me in everything I do, even when he's jealous about it. Like that time I did a lingerie photoshoot for a magazine... Boy, was he pissed! But you know what? That only made things more exciting between us. It's like having your own personal cheerleader who also happens to be super hot and into BDSM. Can you believe it? Me neither, but I wouldn't have it any other way.