Eliza Sharp Takes A Turn (Eliza Sharp #10) (Patreon)

Author's Note: As you have probably noticed, this is labeled #10 in the Eliza Sharp Series. Yes I've only published 1-5 so far. So Vivian? What's the deal? Well... the deal is that this series has always been very non-linear. I jump around in the timeline, past and present. I have other chapters planned, but this one called to me and so I jumped ahead and wrote it. So... stop complaining and just enjoy :P

There’s not much more a woman can do to show trust in her man, then letting him see a room full of beautiful models wearing skimpy outfits, lingerie, and totally naked.

Eliza pulled Cody into the dressing room with a brilliant smile, her black silk robe was open, revealing the lingerie she was going to be modeling shortly. A new bubblegum pink under-wire bodysuit with lace-up front and ruffles. Cute but sexy. It was sheer enough that you could see her nipples—she hadn’t put on the nude pasties yet, this wasn’t some porn runway, so her nipples and pussy slit would be hidden by pasties underneath the lace.

“Everyone! Girls! Shut up!” Eliza yelled over the chaotic noise of a room full of women primping and dressing and fussing. They were all hurrying to ensure they looked perfect before they had to walk out on stage.

It took a second, but finally a decent amount of quiet and dozens of eyes focused on Eliza and Cody. The poor guy’s face was brilliantly red and Eliza could tell his cock was almost as hard as it had been that first night they’d made love. She took a small side step to help hide his erection that was pressing against his pants, but not hide the man she was so eager to show off to her coworkers and friends.

The women were in several levels of dress, some completely nude, breasts hanging out in all their glory, pussies and asses bouncing and glistening from body lotion and glitter. Others wore bras, panties, teddies, babydolls, any number of different kinds of lingerie meant to advertise and arouse. By Cody’s crotch reaction, the outfits were doing their job. Most of the women’s faces were curious, eyeing Cody as if he were a puzzle to figure out. A few had sweet smiles, recognizing him. Cody hadn’t met many of Eliza’s friends, at least not often, but the few he had liked him.

“This,” Eliza motioned to Cody, squeezing his hand, “is Cody Sharp.” She held up her left hand, flashing the engagement ring. It was probably the cheapest piece of jewelry in the room. Some women were wearing earrings that were no doubt thousands of dollars. Necklaces, bracelets, rings. All top-tier and none less than two grand. The ring Cody had gotten Eliza wasn’t anything flashy or expensive. It was simple. Something beautiful and honest. Something he could afford, but not something cheap. Eliza showed off that ring like the Hope Diamond was some cheap costume jewelry.

“He asked me to marry him last week!” She was almost squealing as she declared their engagement to the room full of women that most men would saw off their nuts to see even half nude, let alone completely exposed like Cody was. “And of course I said yes!” Her smile was brighter than the vanity lights surrounding the mirrors several of the women were standing in front of, giving Cody a good view of asses split by strings or tightly held by lace and mesh.

The room was silent for only a second before it erupted in cries of excitement. Women jumped, breasts and asses bouncing freely and explicitly without a single shred of embarrassment. A few jumped up and rushed over, grabbing ‌Eliza to hug. Grabbing her hand to eye the diamond on her finger.

Some went straight to Cody and hugged him. He stood stiff, and awkward, feeling the painful pressure of his erection against his slacks. Breasts pressed against his back, chest, arms. Lips smacked against his cheeks, even his lips, as they congratulated him. It didn’t seem to matter that several of the women were naked or mostly so. Some noticed his discomfort and laughed, flashing their tits and shaking their chests or smacking their asses at him, giving him winks.

“Stop teasing!” Eliza laughed, shoving some girls away from him playfully. There wasn’t any jealousy in her actions. No shove that was actually trying to push women away from her man.

The women were fawning over them. Eyeing the ring. Asking questions about how he proposed. To Cody’s surprise, she told them the raw truth.

“It was after our first night together.” She said, eyes glossing over for a moment as if she were remembering. It had only been a week, but she was treating that moment as if it were a turning point that was forever stamped upon her soul.

“Oh, my god! You mean he got his first nut off and proposed! Your pussy must be fucking fantastic!” A brunette wearing a bright green, plunging halter wet look bodysuit, laughed. The top wasn’t tied, hanging around her waist, waiting to be pulled up and fastened behind her neck. Her breasts were heavy and natural, but well toned and perky. Cody was caught for a second as they swayed like hypnotic pendulums.

“You don’t even know.” Eliza smiled warmly, a little predatory glint as she met the woman’s gaze. “He’d been planning to ask all night. I sort of ruined his original idea by giving up the kitty.”

The woman erupted in laughter. Cody was as red as a traffic light. Eliza looked back at him, saw how embarrassed he was and leaned in quickly, whispering in his ear. “If I’m being too blunt, I’ll stop. But I want them to know how great you are. How happy I am! But I know I can be a little tactless sometimes. Just say the word.” Her voice was soft but serious.

Cody shook his head, blinking rapidly, trying to find a place to look that wasn’t populated by tits, ass, or vagina. “It’s okay. I just…I didn’t think any of them would…uh…” He halted.

Eliza nodded, understanding what Cody couldn’t say. By default, people thought models were stuck-up. Gold diggers. Women who loved only the richest and finest things. They were supposed to go for muscle men. Men with dangling massive dicks. Airbrushed Adonis-like men.

Cody wasn’t anything like that. He was real and honest. Since that first night and their subsequent engagement, Eliza had spent countless hours learning his body. She’d sucked his toes. Kissed his thighs. His firm yet soft stomach had felt the roughness of her tongue, tasting his skin and coarse hair. She’d sucked on his nipples. Sealed her lips on his neck, leaving marks. She knew that in the years to come she’d learn even more. What his ass tasted like. How he felt inside her at different angles, holes. She’d find all the little places that made him moan and cum and memorize them.

Eliza had been with those Adonis - chiseled men. And they were fun. The sex was good. Hell, many of them were actually pretty chill and nice. Good men. But Cody was different. He was hers. A friend. Genuine. Everything about him was as earnest as a person could get. She didn’t think he was perfect. No one was. But he was what she wanted. That meant no man, no matter how defined his muscles or large his cock, could compare to him.

Smiling, Eliza kissed his cheek as the surrounding women were chattering, discussing wedding plans, bachelorette party ideas—things that Eliza hadn’t even thought about yet. Many of these women wouldn’t be invited to the bachelorette party or even part of the wedding planning, but it was fun that they were so excited.

“Baby. You’re the catch all ‌these women really want. I’m sure some want different aesthetics, but it’s the things that make you, you, that all of them are really looking for. Being a model means you get a lot of fake men, falsely interested in us just because of our bodies.” Not a single woman in the dressing room missed the look in Eliza’s eyes as she gazed at Cody. Every woman’s heart swelled, nipples hardened and pussies dripped, wishing they could find a man (or woman) to look at like Eliza was looking at her new fiance. “You see me. You want me. My body is just a bonus.” She patted his chest, her engagement ring glittering.

“Hate to break up the romance, but we’ve gotta get on the runway in ten!” one of the women declared. She was wearing a lace blue crop top and g-string, waving at the crowd around Eliza and Cody. “We can go out for celebratory drinks after the show.”

The women began to disperse, giving a few last comments of excitement and congratulations before quickly going to finish getting ready. Eliza turned to Cody. “Okay. I’ve gotta go out there. You can stay here or watch from the side if you want.” Her eyes glanced down, seeing the tent in Cody’s pants. “I’ll take care of that later.” The wink she gave him made Cody’s heart nearly stop. Her hand cupped his crotch for a second as she leaned in and kissed him deeply before pulling away. “Okay. Your baby’s gotta work.” One more wink and she was lost in the sea of women and lace.

…

The time on the runway felt like an eternity. Eliza had done it hundreds of times, the flat, serious look. The straight-backed walk down to the end. The pause. Hips cocked. Eyes forward. Flashing cameras. Music blaring. The cacophonous chaos of people clamoring and talking about the outfits. She took her turn, strutting back down the runway. She’d been taught when on the runway, choose a single spot and keep your gaze there.

Walking back towards the stage, Eliza’s eyes fixed on the man she’d soon be calling husband. He was behind the curtains, just barely visible, but his presence was undeniable. At least to her. His eyes watching her, seeing how she worked, strutted out in nearly nothing, letting people take hundreds of pictures that would end up in magazines and blogs and all over the internet.

She knew Cody was proud of her. Of her confidence and poise. But he was also nervous. Just like when she’d announced their engagement backstage, Cody was very aware that the world she inhabited didn’t often open its gates to someone as ‘plain’ as him. Eliza exposed herself to the world. Allowing them to objectify her. No doubt a number of the people taking photographs and filming her on the runway tonight would be jerking off to her later.

It was a hard pill to swallow, even for the most secure of men. Eliza knew part of her job as Cody’s partner, she’d have to reassure him. Make sure that he always knew her eyes were for him. That people only got a glimpse of what he was going to own. Not in some sort of sexist way, but in a complete and true loving way. She’d given herself to him that first night. Now it was part of her job as his fiance to always make sure that she was his.

She also wanted Cody to know that she was proud of him. That she was proud to be his fiance. Hence the reason, or at least one of the reasons, she’d dragged him backstage to this event. Eliza knew it was a little shallow, but sometimes shallow was necessary. She put Cody on display in front of women that normally he’d never get to associate with or meet. Not because he wasn’t good enough, but because the society they lived in liked to put up invisible barriers of class. Taking him back there, showing off her ring and gushing over him in front of women he thought were ‘above’ him, was her way of showing him that she didn’t consider him lower. In fact, he was someone to be proud of. To be excited about.

And the girls, well, they’d responded just like she’d expected. So many of those girls had trouble with relationships. Not to be cliche, but good looking women often have a hard time finding earnest relationships. What they wanted was what Cody brought. Love. Respect. Joy. She wanted to show him how valuable he was, but also show the girls that there was hope. That if they looked past what society told them they were supposed to be looking at, they’d find the real men out there deserving of their attention.

Eliza stayed perfectly focused until she vanished behind the curtains, her part of the show done. The second she was out of sight of the cameras and audience, she lunged at Cody, arms wrapping around his neck and kissed him so hard she wouldn’t have been surprised if he came in his pants.

He was stunned. Frozen as she pressed herself against him, not caring when other models came walking by on and off the runway. Lots of them threw winks and blew kisses towards him as Eliza devoured his mouth.

When their lips parted, Cody had to suck in a deep breath, afraid he might pass out. He tried to keep his eyes respectfully on Eliza’s face, but it was hard not to glance down for the millionth time at the pink bodysuit. She’d slipped on the nipple and pussy pasties so her privates were hidden, though just barely.

“Her eyes are up here.” A model giggled as she was walking by, finger quickly tilting Cody’s chin up as she passed.

Eliza slapped playfully at the woman’s hand. The woman was dressed in a lace yellow teddy with a string back, her ass bouncing beautifully with just a hint of glitter on her skin.

“Hands off Avery!” Eliza giggled. “My man can ogle me all he wants.”

“Oh? Well, what about the rest of us?” To Cody’s amazement, Avery turned to face them and pulled the straps of the teddy down and let her c cup tits spill out, quickly peeling the pasties off to reveal her dusky red nipples.

Sticking her tongue out, Avery leaned slightly forward so her breasts swayed. She quickly cupped them in her hands and bounced them.

Eliza gave a squeal of laughter. “Put those away! What would Martin say!”

Avery gave a hearty laugh. “You know he likes hearing about my escapades. Careful on your honeymoon Cody, I was a good girl till I went to a nude beach…”

“Shut your mouth. I’m not going to get slutified on my honeymoon.” Eliza slapped her exposed ass cheek. “This is all for him. No one else gets to touch.”

Avery was still chuckling, her tits bouncing with her mirth. “Fine, fine. I’m a slut. I know you’re not gonna get dragged into the dirty sands of debauchery like me.” She blew a raspberry at Eliza but then quickly scampered over, ducking past Eliza and giving Cody a swift kiss on the lips, tits pressed to his chest for just the briefest second.

“Congrats.” She stepped back and patted Cody’s shoulder. “You’ve got a good woman.” Avery dodged Eliza’s attempt at smacking her and hurried away with a quick wave and wink.

“Argh. That woman. She’s so fresh with everyone.” Eliza folded her arms, pushing her breasts in the lace bodysuit up.

“She…uh… what was she talking about…on her honeymoon…” Cody’s mind was whirling, it was plain on his face when Eliza turned to look at him.

“I’ll tell you sometime. It’s a pretty… wild story. But don't worry.” She turned on her heel and wrapped her arms around Cody’s neck. “I’m yours, Cody Sharp. You put a ring on it. I’m not gonna do anything unless it's something we want as a couple.”

For a second, Cody just held her close as models continued passing by. Finally, he relaxed and smiled, squeezing her and kissing her nose, sending a shiver down her spine. “Okay. I’m not worried. But some of your friends are pretty wild and… I know you’ve got a past…”

Eliza put a finger to Cody’s lips. “That’s exactly what it is. Past. You’re my future.”

Cody snorted. “You’re a big block of cheese, aren’t you?”

With a wicked grin, Eliza leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “I’m Swiss cheese. I’ve got lots of holes that maybe you’d like to fill?”

She felt his cock jump in his pants and heard her husband to be nearly choke on his tongue between surprise and laughter.

…

Eliza stuck her head into the dressing room. It was once packed and busy, but now all the activity had moved ‌backstage and in the wings, leaving the room empty.

“Heeeelllooooo.” She sang curiously, listening for anyone who might be lingering or hiding.

There was only silence.

Satisfied, Eliza quickly slipped into the room and pulled Cody in behind her, shutting the door firmly.

“Eliza…wait…should we be here?” Cody questioned.

“I’m definitely allowed. Friends and family are usually allowed too, as long as the other girls are okay with it. But it’s just us so…” Eliza was pulling Cody along until she came to one of the vanities at the far end of the room. She shoved aside the makeup and supplies messily covering the table, then turned and hopped up onto the vanity, leaning back against the mirror, the lights framing around her like a brilliant aura of white.

Cody stared at her with widening eyes as he quickly began to realize what Eliza was doing.

Without hesitation, she reached down and pulled the bottoms of the lingerie aside, revealing a smooth piece of pink tape. The pastie tape sealing her pussy lips closed and hiding her sex just in case the lace of the lingerie was a bit too sheer for the public eye.

Eliza ran a finger down the center of the tape, it was clinging tightly, a smooth crease appearing like a camel-toe in panties. “Mmmm, wanna open me up, Cody?”

She saw Cody’s face go bright red, his pants tenting painfully, staring at the tape. With a beautiful giggle, she reached and plucked at the tape, peeling it off just a little, teasing. She’d already teased him plenty since his proposal. Showing herself off before they ravaged each other. But this was different. This was her work. Someone could come through the door any minute and catch them.

It was taboo and thrilling.

“I…” Cody stammered, staring as she continued to peel the tape away, exposing her flushed and smooth pussy lips. They glistened with held in moisture from her runway walk and the feeling of Cody’s eyes on her.

“Mmmm, I’m pretty sticky Cody.” She wiggled the tape in front of his face and dropped it, spreading her legs wider and putting her heels up on the edge of the vanity table to fully expose herself to him.

“Shit,” he groaned, staring at her. Even after a week of lots and lots of sex, seeing Eliza’s pussy was still a sight that could take his breath away.

“Come here, Mr. Sharp. Your fiance needs some attention.” Eliza reached out, grabbing Cody by the collar and pulling him between her legs. She threaded her fingers into his hair, kissing him deeply as her other hand made quick work of his belt and zipper, fishing out his hard cock and bringing it to her dripping entrance. “Put it in.” She hissed, biting his lip.

Cody didn’t need any more encouragement. All his nerves were overcome by the desire for this woman, who was more than just his friend. More than just his fiance. She was… god she was everything.

His cock slipped into her tunnel, stretching her beautifully as their tongues twisted. Cody put his hands on either side of her, pressing against the mirror as he pushed his hips up into her.

“Oh! Oh, fuck!” She gasped, the feeling of his cock still deliciously new and glorious. It sank in, stretching all the right places, rubbing her walls with its firm heat. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him against her, kissing hungrily as Cody started vigorously thrusting.

This was fast. Quick. Passionate. Eliza was needy. A needy girl. She wanted Cody to fuck her. Deep. Hard. Right here, where all the other women had been dressing and primping.

His hips slapped the underside of her thighs and ass, cock sliding in and out with ease.

“Yes. Yes, baby. Ohhhh…oh Cody, fuck…” She was gasping into his mouth. Their kisses raw and hot, bruising each other’s lips and making their chins and cheeks slick with spit.

Cody’s hands slipped down, grabbing hold of Eliza’s narrow hips and started thrusting harder, the vanity shaking. Makeup started tumbling, falling to the floor with clicks and clacks. The vanity rattling as it scooted on the floor from his firm thrusts.

“Ohhh…oh fuck…mmmm, so good, honey. So good. Fuck me. Fuck your fiance.” She giggled, biting his lip and feeling his cock spasm inside her, making her suck in a breath as her orgasm came on her fast, like the flashes from the camera out on the runway. Brilliant and bright, and blinding.

“Oohhhhhhh.” She dug her nails into his back.

“Eliza…I…mmm, fuck, I’m gonna…”

“Dont’ you fucking dare pull out. Never. Never Cody Sharp. You cum inside me!” It was a desperate order as her head fell back, smacking the mirror. “Ohhhh fuck, cum inside me please, baby.” She groaned.

Cody couldn’t hold back, he began pistoning into her fast and frayed until he began to shoot his load inside, going up onto his toes to angle a little deeper, spewing his seed inside.

“Oh! Ohhhh fuck fuck fuck baby, fuck please honey please…god it feels good. I want your cum.” She gasped, arching, ass lifting up and squeezing Cody’s spasming cock.

They both came down quickly, panting and sweaty. Her hands twisting into his hair again, holding him tightly.

A soft clap broke the short silence after their orgasms. Eliza looked over to the door and saw one of the other models, Eva, standing with her back to the door. She was a dark skinned woman, her hair curly and thick, framing her face delicately as she stood in her neon green off the shoulder fishnet bodysuit. Underneath it she wore nipple pasties and a pair of very small neon green thong panties. She whistled approvingly, watching Cody blush and quickly scramble, pulling out of Eliza’s pussy with a wet pop and pulling up his pants.

“Hey now. Don’t rush on my account. That was a brilliant show.” Eva giggled, stepping away from the door and starting to pull off her bodysuit. “You don’t have to be shy. I’ve seen Eliza’s pussy plowed before, though that performance, mmmm, I think she must really like you, hon.” Evan gave a seductive wink at him as she was zipping himself up. She slipped the bodysuit down around her waist and peeled off her pasties, exposing her dark, hard nipples.

“Eva…don’t tease him.” Eliza slipped off the vanity, stepping in front of Cody to give him a little bit of privacy. Her pussy was swollen and slick, dripping his release, but Eliza didn’t hide it. She wore it like a badge of pride. “You might be used to people watching you perform, but that’s not him.” She looked over her shoulder at Cody, concerned. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I didn’t think anyone would come in.”

Cody shook his head, cheeks deep red and eyes still wide in shock that someone had watched him and Eliza. Seen it and… approved. It confused him as much as it also boosted his ego. “It’s okay.” He muttered, still clearly ‌embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable.

Eliza turned back to Eva. “Be sweet.” She gave her friend a serious glare.

Eva held up her hands as if fending off Eliza’s visual assault. Her tits swayed, bouncing slightly as she turned. “Hey now. No teasing from me. I was being honest. I’ve seen you in action, Eliza, and it was never that passionate. You’ve got something special.” She smiled, clearly not self conscious about her tits being exposed. “I’m happy for you. Besides, this isn’t the first time any of us has been walked in on or walked in on someone doing the deed.”

Eliza sighed. “True. But he’s not…”

Cody put a hand on Eliza’s shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m just… it’s just a surprise, that’s all. Especially after…”

“Climaxing? Yeah, I suppose having someone walk in and flash her tits after cumming in your fiance could be jarring.” Eliza glared at Eva, who was still standing in front of her vanity, tits out and proud as she was dabbing some lipstick onto her lips.

“Hey. I’m proud of my body.” Eva laughed. “Besides. I think my tits hanging out are far less scandalous than your cunt dripping cum all over the floor.” She pointed between Eliza’s legs.

Eliza stood straighter and actually spread her legs a little wider, letting her pussy show more prominently with her man’s glistening semen. “Well, I suppose we can agree to disagree.”

Eva snorted, boobs bouncing like boobily boobs. Eliza was still glaring as she surveyed her friends' familiar body. She knew Eva wasn’t a threat. No one was. More than anything, she was just worried about Cody, she’d been the one to drag him in here. She should have locked the door. Evan wasn’t lying. Many times people had walked in on the models having sex. Hell, Eliza had walked in on a full blown orgy once and joined in. Though that was a story she hadn’t shared with Cody yet.

Not that she was hiding it. She had been very upfront with Cody when they were just friends and when they’d started dating. It still hurt just a little remembering that first conversation about her sexual past. And that had been when they were just friends. She’d gone home and cried. Cried because she’d seen that telling Cody the truth had upset him. He’d apologized later for his attitude and that he appreciated her honesty and respected her autonomy. Eliza was a sexual person, and she embraced that feeling and those encounters without regret. But when it came to talking to someone that she cared about more than as just a friend, it was different somehow. More intimate. Raw. It made her more vulnerable and scared. Scared that because of her choices, she might be rejected.

She was comfortable with her sexuality. Cody, on the other hand, though not prudish, was definitely not as free a spirit. So having someone walk in when he was balls deep and shooting his cum inside her was probably much more jarring than it had been for Eliza in the past.

She turned away from Eva and her playful grin to face Cody. He was smoothing out his shirt, cheeks still tinted red. “I’m sorry, honey. I just really wanted you.”

Cody chuckled nervously. “It’s okay, really. I…wanted you too. You really don’t know how hard it always was when I sat in on your modeling sessions. I always ended up going home and jerking off to the memories.”

Eliza chuckled, crossing her arms and covering her mouth. “Cody. I had no idea you were such a pervert.”

He glared back at her. “I’m not the one standing in the middle of a lingerie model dressing room with her cooch out and dripping.”

“He’s right!” Eva called from behind, shimmying out of her body stocking, back to them and her ass cheeks bouncing.

“Shut it!” She scolded, glancing over her shoulder, then turning back to Cody. “You sure you’re okay?”

He nodded, taking a deep breath. “It’s… not something I would have pictured happening to me, but…” He shrugged and gave her that smile, the one that sent butterflies through her veins. “Suppose it could have been worse.”

Eliza took a step closer and put her hands on Cody’s shoulders. “True. I suppose she could have walked in on you fucking my asshole.”

“I’ve seen that too!” Eva called.

“Arrrrgh!” Eliza dropped her arms and went marching towards Eva, who was now completely naked. “Why do you always have to comment!”

Eva was laughing, her dark skin shining in the bright lights of the vanities as she folded her arms under her tits and gave Eliza a sassy look. “Because I have stories to tell. And if your man’s gonna be coming by and cumming in while you’re taking a turn on the runway, I’m gonna entertain him with all the gossip I’ve got while he waits for your cute ass to come back from all the bright lights.”

Eliza was standing toe to toe with Eva now and giving her a halfhearted shove. “You’re such a bitch. Don’t you dare go making things up about me.”

“Like I need to make anything up.” Eva looked past Eliza’s shoulder at Cody, who was standing watching the exchange, unsure if things were about to get dicey or if they were just being playful. “I’ve got some pretty spicy stories about your fiance lover boy. Just hit me up when she’s taking her turn and I’ll make sure you know all the dirty details.” She smiled her bright smile, then looked devilishly back at Eliza, who was staring at her open mouthed.

“You’re evil!” Eliza groaned.

For a second, they stood facing each other. One naked. The other still in her lingerie, but pussy exposed and messy. The tension crackled, almost tangible. Then Eva’s mischievous visage faded to one of joy, and she reached out, taking Eliza’s hand and holding it up so she could inspect the engagement ring. “God, that’s pretty.” She sighed and looked back at Eliza with eyes a little watery and a smile genuine and warm. “I’m so happy for you.”

Eliza blinked away her own tears that were threatening to fall and quickly jumped into Eva’s arms, hugging tightly, breasts pressing against lace.

Cody watched, fascinated and confused. It was hard enough understanding Eliza. Trying to understand the complex workings of female relationships was something that was far more elusive.

After a minute of a tight embrace, Eliza pulled away and whipped at her eyes. “Thanks…” she sighed with a genuine smile. “Now…stop flashing your goods at my fiance.”

Eva burst out laughing, and Eliza joined her before giving Eva a quick kiss on the cheek and turning back to Cody, who was still staring with his beautifully cute, confused look plastered all over his face