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Chapter 19: Wasim & Jamal (Act 2)
Lina stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat as Wasim’s hands lingered near the curve of her breasts. The fabric of her dress felt thin under his touch, and she could feel the warmth of his palms pressing gently against her. She shifted her weight nervously, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but Wasim’s voice stopped her.
“Relax, Lina,” he murmured, his tone smooth and assured. His fingers traced the edge of the fabric, tugging lightly at the hem. “This fabric is delicate. I need to see how it dbangs over you… exactly.”
She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing as she nodded reluctantly. “Okay, but… please hurry.”
Wasim’s lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes never leaving her. “Of course. I’ll be quick.” He turned slightly and called out over his shoulder, “Jamal! I need your help with this.”
Lina’s eyes widened as Jamal entered the room. He glanced at Lina, then at Wasim, before nodding in acknowledgment.
“What do you need?” Jamal asked, his voice low and steady.
“Hold this side of the fabric for me,” Wasim instructed, handing him the edge of the dress. “I need to adjust the fit around her… curves.”
Jamal stepped closer, his presence adding to the unspoken tension in the room. His fingers brushed against Lina’s hip as he took hold of the fabric, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. The two men now flanked her, their hands working in tandem to shift and adjust the dress.
“Lift your arms slightly,” Wasim said, his voice soft but commanding. Lina obeyed, raising her arms as he gathered the fabric around her waist. His fingers skimmed her skin as he worked, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
“This fabric clings beautifully,” Wasim remarked, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. “It highlights your figure so well.” Lina tried to focus on anything but the heat rising in her cheeks. “Thank you,” she murmured, though her voice trembled slightly.
Jamal adjusted the fabric on the other side, his hands brushing against her thigh. “It’s a bit tight here,” he said, his tone neutral but his gaze lingering on her for just a moment too long.
“Let me see,” Wasim said, moving closer. His fingers dipped lower, pulling the fabric taut against her hips. Lina’s breath hitched as his knuckles grazed the inside of her thigh. “Ah, yes. It needs a bit more give here.”
She bit her lip, trying to ignore the way her body responded to their proximity. Their touches were professional, but the way their eyes lingered on her made her feel exposed.
“Turn for me,” Wasim instructed softly. Lina hesitated, then slowly turned, feeling the cool air brush against her skin as the fabric shifted. She could feel both men’s eyes on her, tracing the lines of her body.
“Perfect,” Wasim murmured, his hands smoothing the fabric over her backside. “The way it hugs you…”
Jamal stepped closer, adjusting a fold near her shoulder. His fingers grazed her collarbone, sending a jolt of heat through her. “It suits you,” he said simply, though his words felt weighted.
Lina’s mind raced, torn between the shame of being so exposed and the undeniable thrill of their attention. She shifted uncomfortably, pulling at the hem of the dress. “Is this… necessary?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wasim met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “It’s part of the process,” he said smoothly. “We need to ensure the fit is perfect.”
“Yes,” Jamal added, his voice calm but his eyes darkening slightly. “It’s our job to make sure you look your best.”
Lina nodded reluctantly, though her body trembled with nervous energy. She could feel their hands moving again, one at her side and one at her back, adjusting the fabric with careful precision.
“You have such beautiful curves,” Wasim said, his voice dropping lower as his fingers traced the outline of her hip. “It’s rare to find someone who can wear such delicate fabric so well.”
Lina’s breath came faster now, her pulse quickening under their probing gazes and wandering hands. She tried to focus on the wall in front of her, but she could feel their eyes on her, studying every inch of her body.
“Here,” Jamal said suddenly, his hand brushing against her ribcage. “The fabric is bunching slightly.”
Wasim leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck as he adjusted the fold. “There,” he murmured. “That’s better.”
Lina’s head spun, overwhelmed by their dual attention. She could feel the heat radiating from their bodies as they worked, their touches becoming less about the dress and more about exploring the contours of her figure.
“You’re trembling,” Wasim observed softly, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.
“I… I think I’m done for today,” Lina stammered, her voice shaking as she stepped back.
Wasim and Jamal exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable. “Are you sure?” Jamal asked, his tone neutral but his eyes intense.
“Yes,” Lina said quickly, clutching the fabric of the dress tightly. “I… I need some air.”
Wasim nodded slowly, though there was a spark of something in his eyes, something that made her heart race even faster. “Of course,” he said smoothly. “But before you go, let me take one final measurement.”
Before Lina could protest, he was behind her again, his hands sliding around her waist as he reached for a measuring tape. His chest pressed lightly against her back, and she could feel his breath against her ear.
“Just a moment,” he murmured, his voice low and almost teasing. His fingers brushed against her stomach as he measured, and Lina closed her eyes, trying to steady herself. Jamal watched silently from the side, his gaze heavy and unrelenting. He stepped closer again.
Lina stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat as Wasim’s hands lingered near the curve of her breasts. The fabric of her dress felt thin under his touch, and she could feel the warmth of his palms pressing gently against her. She shifted her weight nervously, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but Wasim’s voice stopped her.
“Relax, Lina,” he murmured, his tone smooth and assured. His fingers traced the edge of the fabric, tugging lightly at the hem. “This fabric is delicate. I need to see how it dbangs over you… exactly.”
She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing as she nodded reluctantly. “Okay, but… please hurry.”
Wasim’s lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes never leaving her. “Of course. I’ll be quick.” He turned slightly and called out over his shoulder, “Jamal! I need your help with this.”
Lina’s eyes widened as Jamal entered the room. He glanced at Lina, then at Wasim, before nodding in acknowledgment.
“What do you need?” Jamal asked, his voice low and steady.
“Hold this side of the fabric for me,” Wasim instructed, handing him the edge of the dress. “I need to adjust the fit around her… curves.”
Jamal stepped closer, his presence adding to the unspoken tension in the room. His fingers brushed against Lina’s hip as he took hold of the fabric, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. The two men now flanked her, their hands working in tandem to shift and adjust the dress.
“Lift your arms slightly,” Wasim said, his voice soft but commanding. Lina obeyed, raising her arms as he gathered the fabric around her waist. His fingers skimmed her skin as he worked, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
“This fabric clings beautifully,” Wasim remarked, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. “It highlights your figure so well.” Lina tried to focus on anything but the heat rising in her cheeks. “Thank you,” she murmured, though her voice trembled slightly.
Jamal adjusted the fabric on the other side, his hands brushing against her thigh. “It’s a bit tight here,” he said, his tone neutral but his gaze lingering on her for just a moment too long.
“Let me see,” Wasim said, moving closer. His fingers dipped lower, pulling the fabric taut against her hips. Lina’s breath hitched as his knuckles grazed the inside of her thigh. “Ah, yes. It needs a bit more give here.”
She bit her lip, trying to ignore the way her body responded to their proximity. Their touches were professional, but the way their eyes lingered on her made her feel exposed.
“Turn for me,” Wasim instructed softly. Lina hesitated, then slowly turned, feeling the cool air brush against her skin as the fabric shifted. She could feel both men’s eyes on her, tracing the lines of her body.
“Perfect,” Wasim murmured, his hands smoothing the fabric over her backside. “The way it hugs you…”
Jamal stepped closer, adjusting a fold near her shoulder. His fingers grazed her collarbone, sending a jolt of heat through her. “It suits you,” he said simply, though his words felt weighted.
Lina’s mind raced, torn between the shame of being so exposed and the undeniable thrill of their attention. She shifted uncomfortably, pulling at the hem of the dress. “Is this… necessary?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wasim met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “It’s part of the process,” he said smoothly. “We need to ensure the fit is perfect.”
“Yes,” Jamal added, his voice calm but his eyes darkening slightly. “It’s our job to make sure you look your best.”
Lina nodded reluctantly, though her body trembled with nervous energy. She could feel their hands moving again, one at her side and one at her back, adjusting the fabric with careful precision.
“You have such beautiful curves,” Wasim said, his voice dropping lower as his fingers traced the outline of her hip. “It’s rare to find someone who can wear such delicate fabric so well.”
Lina’s breath came faster now, her pulse quickening under their probing gazes and wandering hands. She tried to focus on the wall in front of her, but she could feel their eyes on her, studying every inch of her body.
“Here,” Jamal said suddenly, his hand brushing against her ribcage. “The fabric is bunching slightly.”
Wasim leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck as he adjusted the fold. “There,” he murmured. “That’s better.”
Lina’s head spun, overwhelmed by their dual attention. She could feel the heat radiating from their bodies as they worked, their touches becoming less about the dress and more about exploring the contours of her figure.
“You’re trembling,” Wasim observed softly, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.
“I… I think I’m done for today,” Lina stammered, her voice shaking as she stepped back.
Wasim and Jamal exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable. “Are you sure?” Jamal asked, his tone neutral but his eyes intense.
“Yes,” Lina said quickly, clutching the fabric of the dress tightly. “I… I need some air.”
Wasim nodded slowly, though there was a spark of something in his eyes, something that made her heart race even faster. “Of course,” he said smoothly. “But before you go, let me take one final measurement.”
Before Lina could protest, he was behind her again, his hands sliding around her waist as he reached for a measuring tape. His chest pressed lightly against her back, and she could feel his breath against her ear.
“Just a moment,” he murmured, his voice low and almost teasing. His fingers brushed against her stomach as he measured, and Lina closed her eyes, trying to steady herself. Jamal watched silently from the side, his gaze heavy and unrelenting. He stepped closer again.
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