Day 2: Costume/Role Reversal 

Day 2: Costume/Role Reversal 

Bradley Jackson had seen Laura Peterson in many different outfits—sharp business suits that made her look untouchable, casual jeans and T-shirts that hinted at a relaxed confidence, and elegant evening dresses that never failed to turn heads. But nothing, nothing, could have prepared Bradley for the sight that greeted her when Laura stepped out of the bedroom that evening.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Bradley asked, her voice tinged with disbelief as her eyes roved over Laura's figure, taking in every detail of the flight attendant uniform Laura had slipped into. It was navy blue, form-fitting in all the right places, with a short, tight skirt that barely reached mid-thigh and a crisp, white blouse tucked underneath the jacket. A matching blue hat sat perched at a jaunty angle on Laura's perfectly styled hair, completing the look.

Laura, ever the picture of composure, gave Bradley a sly smile, one eyebrow arching in amusement. "What's the matter? I thought you'd appreciate a little roleplay. Isn't this what people do when they're… trying to spice things up?"

Bradley's throat went dry. It wasn't just the outfit; it was the way Laura wore it, her confidence radiating from every inch of her. Bradley couldn't take her eyes off the curve of Laura's legs in those heels, the way the skirt hugged her hips, the subtle sway in her movements as she adjusted the hem of her jacket.

"You're not actually going out dressed like that, are you?" Bradley's voice was sharp, though the tension behind it betrayed her feelings. She was torn between disbelief and something far more primal, something that made her pulse quicken and her hands twitch with the desire to pull Laura back into the apartment.

Laura let out a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying the effect she was having. "Why not? I think I look pretty good." She did a slow, deliberate twirl, the skirt lifting slightly as she spun. "Or do you think it's too much?"

Bradley's eyes darkened, her jaw clenching as she stepped closer, the air between them suddenly thick with tension. "Too much?" she repeated, her voice low, controlled, but carrying a dangerous edge. "You can't seriously be thinking about leaving the apartment dressed like that."

Laura tilted her head, her lips curling into a smirk. "Why not? It's just a costume party. Everyone will be dressed up."

Bradley's eyes flashed with a mixture of jealousy and something deeper, something possessive that she couldn't quite hold back. "You think I'm going to let you go out looking like that? For everyone else to stare at you?"

Laura's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the way Bradley's control was slipping. "Oh? And what are you going to do about it?"

That was all it took. Bradley's hand shot out, grabbing Laura's wrist and pulling her closer, their bodies nearly colliding. Her breath was ragged now, her eyes locked on Laura's with a mix of frustration and desire. "You're not going anywhere," Bradley growled, her voice low and dangerous.

Laura's breath hitched, but she held her ground, her smirk unwavering. "Is that so?"

"You know exactly what you're doing," Bradley muttered, her hands sliding down to grip Laura's hips, her fingers digging into the fabric of the skirt as if to keep her from slipping away. "Wearing this… parading around like that. You knew I wouldn't let you leave."

Laura's smirk softened into something more playful, though her eyes gleamed with challenge. "Maybe I did," she admitted, her voice a low purr. "Or maybe I just wanted to see how far I could push you."

Bradley's grip tightened, her body tense with the effort of holding back. She could feel the heat radiating from Laura's skin, the way her breath quickened ever so slightly under Bradley's touch. "You want to push me? You're playing a dangerous game, Laura."

Laura's lips parted slightly, her breath brushing against Bradley's as she whispered, "I like living dangerously."

That was all the permission Bradley needed. Without another word, she spun Laura around, pressing her up against the nearest wall with enough force to make Laura gasp, though her smile never faltered. Bradley's body pressed against hers, pinning her in place as she leaned in, her lips grazing Laura's ear.

"You think you're in control here," Bradley whispered, her voice rough with desire. "But I'm not letting you leave this apartment until I'm done with you."

Laura's smile widened, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as Bradley's breath tickled her neck. "And what makes you think I want to leave?"

Bradley's hands moved to Laura's waist, her fingers sliding over the fabric of the uniform, tracing the curve of her hips. She could feel Laura's body tense under her touch, the anticipation building between them. "You didn't dress like this to go out," Bradley muttered, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below Laura's ear. "You dressed like this for me."

Laura let out a soft, breathy laugh, her voice thick with amusement and desire. "Maybe I did. But what are you going to do about it?"

Bradley's eyes darkened, her hands sliding down to grip Laura's thighs, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. "I'm going to make sure you remember exactly who you belong to," she growled, her voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent shivers down Laura's spine.

Laura's breath hitched, her body arching slightly against Bradley's, but she still managed to keep that infuriating smirk on her lips. "Is that so? You think you can keep me here, all for yourself?"

Bradley's hands slid up Laura's thighs, teasingly brushing the edge of her skirt as her lips trailed down Laura's neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "I don't think," Bradley murmured against Laura's skin. "I know."

Laura's body trembled under Bradley's touch, the tension between them building with every second. "You're going to ruin the costume," Laura teased, though her voice was breathy, her usual control starting to slip.

"I don't care," Bradley growled, her fingers sliding under the hem of Laura's skirt, inching higher as her grip tightened. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you put this on."

Laura bit her lip, her hands gripping Bradley's shoulders as her body pressed harder against the wall. "And what if I did?" she whispered, her voice low, taunting. "What are you going to do about it?"

Bradley's eyes darkened, her hands moving higher, her fingers brushing over the tops of Laura's thighs, dangerously close to where she knew Laura was aching for her touch. "I'm going to remind you who's in charge," Bradley whispered, her voice rough with desire. "I'm going to make sure you never forget."

But instead of the moan or the gasp Bradley was expecting, Laura let out a soft, breathy laugh. She tilted her head back, just enough for Bradley to catch the gleam of amusement in her eyes.

"You?" Laura teased, her voice full of mockery, but layered with heat. "You're never in charge, Bradley."

Bradley's grip on Laura's hips tightened, her breath hitching slightly at the challenge in Laura's voice. Her pulse quickened, the heat between them flaring into something even more intense. But Laura wasn't finished.

"But," Laura continued, her smirk widening as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Bradley's ear. "I think we can pretend just this once."

Bradley's breath hitched, her body trembling with the surge of desire that Laura's words sent through her. She knew Laura was teasing her, knew she was playing with the power dynamic, but something about the way she said it, the way she challenged Bradley while still giving her permission, made Bradley's heart race.

"Is that so?" Bradley murmured, her voice low, her breath hot against Laura's neck. "You think I'm pretending?"

Laura let out another soft laugh, her body arching slightly against Bradley's as she leaned back, pressing herself harder against the wall. "I know you are," she purred, her voice dripping with confidence. "But I'll let you have your fun."

Bradley's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "You think this is fun?" she growled, her fingers digging into Laura's thighs with just enough force to make her gasp, though that defiant smile never left Laura's lips. "We'll see how much fun you're having when I'm done with you."

Laura's smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "Prove it," she whispered, her voice full of heat. "Show me what you've got."

Bradley didn't hesitate. Her fingers slid higher, slipping under the hem of Laura's skirt, brushing against the soft fabric of her panties. Laura let out a soft gasp, her body arching slightly as Bradley's touch grew more insistent. But that smirk never faltered, her confidence never wavering.

"You're so smug," Bradley muttered, her fingers slipping just beneath the waistband of Laura's panties, teasing the slick heat between her legs. "But I know exactly what you need."

Laura's breath hitched, her hips rocking slightly against Bradley's hand, but her voice remained steady, that teasing edge still there. "You think you know what I need?"

Bradley's fingers slid lower, teasingly brushing over Laura's clit, but not giving her the pressure she wanted. "I know," Bradley whispered, her voice rough with desire. "And you're going to beg me for it."

Laura bit her lip, her eyes darkening with arousal, but she still managed to keep that playful smirk on her face. "Begging's not really my style," she purred, her voice breathy but still full of confidence.

Bradley's fingers stilled for a moment, hovering just on the edge of giving Laura what she needed, but not quite. "You'll beg," Bradley growled, her voice low and commanding. "And when you do, I'll remind you exactly who's in charge."

Laura let out a soft, breathy laugh, her hips pressing harder against Bradley's hand, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps now. "Keep telling yourself that," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

Bradley's eyes flashed with frustration and need. Laura's defiance, the way she never quite gave in, only made Bradley's desire to dominate her even stronger. She wanted to break through that confident facade, to make Laura surrender, even if just for a moment.

"Don't worry," Bradley murmured, her fingers finally pressing down harder against Laura's clit, making her gasp softly. "I'll make you feel so good you'll forget your own name, let alone who's in charge."

Laura's smirk faltered for the first time, her eyes fluttering shut as her body trembled under Bradley's touch. Bradley could feel the shift, the way Laura's hips rocked more desperately against her hand, her control starting to slip.

"Bradley…" Laura gasped, her voice breathy and strained now.

Bradley's smile widened, her confidence returning as she leaned in, her lips grazing Laura's ear. "That's right," she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You're going to give in. Just admit it."

Laura's breath hitched, her body trembling with the effort to hold back, but she didn't say anything. She was still fighting, still holding on to that last bit of control.

But Bradley wasn't going to let her win this time.

Her fingers moved faster now, more deliberate, pressing harder against Laura's clit as her other hand gripped Laura's waist, holding her steady against the wall. Laura let out a soft moan, her hips bucking against Bradley's hand as her breath came in short, ragged gasps.

"You're so close," Bradley murmured, her voice low and commanding. "I can feel it. Just let go."

Laura's body trembled, her hands gripping Bradley's shoulders as she struggled to keep control. "You think you've got me?" she gasped, her voice shaking with both desire and frustration.

"I know I do," Bradley growled, her fingers moving even faster, her breath hot against Laura's neck. "Just give in, Laura. Let me take control."

Laura bit her lip, her body trembling uncontrollably now as she tried to hold back. "You're not in charge," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Bradley's smile widened, her fingers pressing harder, pushing Laura closer to the edge. "You're about to come, and you're still pretending you're in control?" she teased, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Let's see how long that lasts."

Laura's breath hitched, her body shaking as she pressed harder against Bradley's hand, her eyes fluttering shut. "I… I won't—"

Bradley's fingers slipped lower, pressing deep inside Laura, her thumb brushing over Laura's clit with just enough pressure to make her cry out softly. "You're already mine," Bradley whispered, her voice rough with desire. "Now say it."

Laura's body trembled, her hips rocking harder against Bradley's hand, but she still didn't give in. "You're… never in charge," she gasped, her voice strained.

Bradley let out a low growl, her fingers moving faster, more deliberate, driving Laura closer to the edge. "Maybe not," she whispered, her breath hot against Laura's ear. "But I'm the one making you come right now. So who's really in control?"

Laura's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. She was so close, but she was still fighting, still refusing to give in completely.

"Say it," Bradley whispered, her voice rough with need. "Say I'm in charge."

Laura's body arched against Bradley's, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she struggled to hold back. "You're not…" she whispered, her voice shaky.

But Bradley's fingers didn't stop. She kept pushing, kept driving Laura to the edge, her breath hot against Laura's neck as she whispered, "Say it, and I'll let you come."

Laura's eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling uncontrollably as she teetered on the edge of release. "Bradley…" she gasped, her voice barely audible.

Bradley's smile widened, her fingers moving faster, her breath hot against Laura's ear. "Say it."

Laura's breath hitched, her body trembling with the effort to hold back, teetering on the edge of release. Her hands clenched tightly on Bradley's shoulders, her nails digging into her skin as she struggled to maintain her composure. But Bradley wasn't going to let her have control, not this time.

"I—" Laura gasped, her voice breaking as her body betrayed her, her hips pressing harder against Bradley's hand. "You're… in charge."

The words were barely out of her mouth when Bradley thrust her fingers deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside Laura, pushing her over the edge. Laura's body convulsed, her breath catching in her throat as the orgasm hit her, waves of pleasure crashing through her with a force that left her trembling. She cried out, her head falling back against the wall as her hips bucked uncontrollably against Bradley's hand.

Bradley's smile widened in triumph, her fingers moving with a relentless pace, drawing out every last wave of Laura's climax. "That's my girl," Bradley whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Good girl."

Laura's body trembled, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she rode the high of her release, her muscles clenching around Bradley's fingers. But Bradley wasn't done. She wanted to push Laura further, to make sure she never forgot who had made her come so hard.

"Don't think I'm finished with you yet," Bradley murmured, her voice low and commanding as she pulled her fingers out of Laura, leaving her breathless and trembling.

Laura whimpered softly, her legs shaking beneath her as her body slumped against the wall, but Bradley didn't give her a chance to recover. She grabbed the waistband of Laura's panties and yanked them aside, her hand moving with purpose as she pressed her fingers back inside Laura, rougher this time, deeper.

Laura gasped, her eyes flying open as her body jolted with the sudden intensity. "Bradley—"

"Shh," Bradley whispered, her breath hot against Laura's neck. "You're going to take it, Laura. You're going to be a good girl and let me fuck you the way you deserve."

Laura's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling as Bradley's fingers moved with a relentless rhythm, thrusting deep inside her, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. "Oh god, Bradley," Laura moaned, her voice shaky, her hands gripping Bradley's shoulders for support as her legs threatened to give out beneath her.

"That's it," Bradley growled, her voice thick with desire. "You're such a good girl, aren't you? Letting me fuck you like this."

Laura's body trembled, her hips rocking against Bradley's hand as she chased the pleasure, her breath coming in desperate, uneven gasps. "Y-yes," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I'm a good girl."

Bradley's smile widened, her fingers moving faster, harder, thrusting deep inside Laura as her thumb brushed over Laura's clit with just enough pressure to make her moan loudly. "I know you are," Bradley whispered, her breath hot against Laura's ear. "And you're going to come for me again, aren't you? Because you're such a good girl."

Laura's breath hitched, her body trembling uncontrollably as she neared the edge once again, her legs shaking beneath her, barely holding her up. "Please," she whimpered, her voice thick with desperation. "I need to come… please, Bradley."

Bradley's fingers moved even faster, rougher, her thumb pressing harder against Laura's clit as she pushed her closer to the edge. "Then come," Bradley growled, her voice low and commanding. "Come for me, Laura. Show me how good you can be."

Laura let out a strangled cry, her body convulsing as another powerful orgasm ripped through her, her muscles clenching around Bradley's fingers as she came hard, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Her hips rocked uncontrollably against Bradley's hand, her body trembling with the intensity of her release.

"That's it," Bradley whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Good girl. You're doing so well."

Laura's body trembled, her breath ragged as she slumped against the wall, completely spent. Bradley's fingers slowed, gently easing out of her, but she didn't move away. Instead, she pressed her body against Laura's, her lips brushing softly against Laura's ear.

"You're mine," Bradley whispered, her voice a low, possessive growl. "And don't you ever forget it."

Laura's breath hitched, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her release, but she managed to smile, her voice breathy and weak. "Maybe just this once."

Bradley grinned, stepping back slightly but keeping her hands resting possessively on Laura's hips. "Just this once?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. "I think we both know this isn't a one-time thing."

Laura let out a soft laugh, still trying to catch her breath. "You're getting a little cocky, Jackson," she replied, her smirk returning even as her legs wobbled slightly.

Bradley leaned in, her lips brushing against Laura's ear. "You're the one who just begged me to fuck you," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. "So who's really in charge?"

Laura rolled her eyes, though the lazy smile on her face betrayed her amusement. "You got lucky," she muttered, her tone playful. "Next time, I won't go so easy on you."

"Sure you won't," Bradley shot back, her grin widening. "But we both know you loved every second of it."

Laura tilted her head, pretending to think. "Mmm, it wasn't bad," she said, her voice teasing. "But I still think I wear the pants in this relationship."

Bradley laughed, her hands slipping under Laura's skirt to smooth over the tops of her thighs. "Except when you're wearing skirts like this, of course," she murmured, her hands lingering just enough to make Laura shiver again.

Laura leaned back against the wall, still basking in the afterglow but unwilling to let Bradley win too easily. "Next time, I'll be in charge. Don't get too comfortable," she said, a hint of warning in her voice, though her smirk softened it.