<div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Dorian's Studio (Courtney, Dorian and Jarvis)</span></strong></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Jarvis was, for once, speechless.  His studied charm was usually quick to override such his more animal reactions, but it was clear that Courtney was had a special power.  He was aware that Courtney had asked a question about the electrodes, and another about what the plans were for the shoot, but Jarvis couldn't seem to find his voice.  When Courtney's robe slipped open,  he was captivated.  He followed the line of her neck to the scooped hollow between her collarbones, which in turn steered his eyes down.  Her breasts had been lifted from beneath and offered up two beautifully symmetrical curves that plunged into her cleavage.  There was the faintest whiff of leather from the red and black corset.  The corset picked out her trim waist and the curves of her breasts were echoed by those of her hips.  <em>Leather...oh fuck yes.</em>   Jarvis's eyes continued their downward journey.  He felt his cock stirring in his pants, getting caught in the left leg of his underwear and growing down the side of his leg as he followed Courtney's movements.  His reverie was distracted by Dorian ushering them both over to the Shooting Range.  Jarvis wished Courtney had ditched the robe altogether so that he could watch her ass as she walked in front of him.  Instead, he rearranged his lob cock in his pants as they crossed the studio.  Dorian was looking mischievous as he pressed the button on the small remote in his hand.<br/>The intense Shooting Range lights came on with a theatrical flourish.  <br/><br/><em>"This was my vision."</em><br/><br/>Before them was the recreation of an auto workshop, complete with a navy blue sports car in the centre. <br/><em>How the hell?...that's just genius!</em> Thought Jarvis.  It was Dorian's turn to make him speechless.  Jarvis felt his face crack an enormous smile.   Once again he became captivated by Courtney, who was now prowling the 'garage'.  He positioned himself so that Courtney had his back to him as he watched her drop her robe to the floor.  As she stepped herself into the coveralls that she had picked up, he was imagining biting the flesh of her ass cheeks, tracing his tongue over their curves, flicking his tongue over her pussy.  <em>Holy...Fucking...Shit!</em> All his eloquence was destroyed by the vision in front of him.  His cock was now standing proud in his pants.<br/>Courtney had looked up as she slowly zipped the coveralls to waist height.  She clearly knew what she was doing and her eyes fished for approval.<br/><em>"Oh, yes, Courtney.  You can see I approve." </em> Jarvis, unabashed, gestured down to his groin where his cock had tented his pants.  He turned to Dorain and opened his arms expansively.  <br/><em>"And you, Dorian, have excelled yourself"</em><br/>Jarvis's thoughts were once again distracted by a knocking coming from somewhere behind him.<br/>"Hel-lo...good afternoon...delivery."  The rising inflections indicated that the owner of the voice was unsure that they'd arrived at the correct destination.<br/>"Shit!" Said Jarvis. "I'd clean forgotten."  He whipped off his suit jacket, and hung it over his arm so he could shield his erection. "I'll get that...I'll need to sign for it.  And I won't let him come in, don't worry."  He aimed his last comment toward Courtney.<br/>A few moments later, Jarvis returned with a cooler bag, and three flute glasses between his fingers, chinking as he walked.<br/>"Shall I open the champagne before we start?"  It was less of a question, more of a statement. "Or will it distract the talent?"  He chuckled as he nodded to both Dorian and Courtney.  "There's food if you are interested back on Dorian's desk."<br/>He watched Dorian studying Courtney in the 'garage'.  It was going to be an interesting evening.</span>