High Heels

While I looked for Deximo, Gigi continued browsing, still dressed like a stripper.

She watched them as they slowly dissipated, one of them flipping me off. Then I had to figure out what was up with my cousin. Mr. Professional Photographer. Not without a little advice for Gigi.

"You should cool it with the porno jokes for a while, hon," I advised.

"I wasn't joking. I would so do that."

"With Deximo?"

"With anyone who'll pay me enough to stay here. I can't keep pretending to be Johnson's baby sister..."

Ah...

"He must be into that on the side, Jozzy. You can tell me... Or know someone who is?"

The giggling and candid conversation was halted abruptly with a gasp.

"There's people watching us!"

Gigi squealed, but instead of trying to cover up or hide, she teeter-tottered on her fetish heels to the window and started waving like a beauty queen in a parade.

"Men! Look at them all!"

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It was the first time I had a chance to see what made my cousin ejaculate, if indeed he did.

"He's really nice, you know," Gigi said, matter-of-factly. "He really is professional."

I nodded.

"I mean... most guys would be... well... never mind..."

I had to ask. It just had to be asked.

"Are you always like this?"

"Like what?"

"Um... how to I put this," I pondered aloud, "Flirtatious?"

"I don't know what got into me. I was just sittin' around drinking some of Johnson's rum and watching his porno when you came over..." Read more »

I feigned ignorance, even though the walls of the store and the dressing room were paper thin.

"What happened to Deximo? Is he okay?" I asked.

"I think he just went to clean up. I think he just came in his pants," she giggled.

Now it was my turn to be speechless.

"See? I'm completely clothed, Mister Professional Photographer..."

"Okay, I'm ready..."

"Gigi," Deximo grunted, "I can't shoot you topless..."

She inched up to Deximo, swaying in that dangerous little excuse for a bikini, "Wanna make some porno with me, Mister Professional Photographer?"

Deximo almost took the bait, then stammered once more... unintelligibly.

"But who'll run the camera?"

Deximo asked what she meant.

"Who'll run the camera when we're getting all hardcore together?"

Deximo hadn't been cockteased like this since Windi Welch was in our studios and now Gigi's hands were gliding up his trousers. Deximo somehow managed a sputted comment about her 'brother'... Read more »