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“That’s still bribing me,” she said.
“So take the bribe. You think you’re any better than half the politicians in this city?” I laughed a little and shook my head. “Take the clothes, Colleen. Wear them, feel good in them. And know that I can do a lot more if I want.”
She bit her lip and picked up a dress. She held it up to herself and looked down at it for a long moment. She smoothed her hands over the front, and in that moment, I realized something.
She’d never had nice things. It became so clear to me, and I suddenly understood why she hated the idea of me treating her good. She’d never had someone give her nice things, spend money on her lavishly, take care of her the way I can. I’m sure her father did fine with what he had, but if he really did leave the Club, there was no way her family had very much money.
“What do you think of that?” I asked her, my voice low.
She looked up and shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said.
“The dress, I mean. Do you like it?”
She hesitated. “I really do.”
“Try it on,” I said. I pulled out a chair, moved a few pairs of jeans off it, and sat down. “Go ahead, try it on.”
“Right now?” she asked. “Right here?”
I shrugged. “Sure. Grab some underwear and try it on.”
She hesitated then sifted through the underwear pile until she found a simple black bra and a pair of navy blue panties with little gold stars on them. She clutched the dress and the underwear against her for a second.
“I’m going upstairs,” she said.
“If you need to, but you can strip down right here if you want.”
She gave me a look then hurried away. I leaned back with a smile and waited a few minutes for her to strip her clothes off. But the minutes ticked by and there was no movement upstairs. I was tempted to get up and check on her, but I had to extend a little bit of trust, or else we’d never get anywhere.
“You ready?” I called out after a little longer, impatience getting the best of me.
“Yes,” she said. “I… I think so.”
“Come on down,” I said.
I heard sounds at the top of the steps then slowly she walked down. She came around the corner and stopped, arms crossed over her chest, biting her lip.
“What do you think?” she asked.
I stared at her and leaned forward. “Drop your arms,” I said.
She hesitated then obeyed.
The front was black lace and completely sheer. It was like a slip of nothing with several flower motifs scattered around her body. The neckline was low, showing off her breasts, and the straps were thin with more lace all around them. There was a nearly skin-colored slip beneath the black lace, and she looked like she was nude, wearing nothing but a layer of see-through fabric.
I took a deep breath. “Wow,” I said.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” I nodded slowly. “You look incredible.”
And she really did. Her red hair and green eyes popped from the dark black lace, and the slip underneath matched her pale skin perfectly. Her breasts were firm and pressed together just right, just enough to drive me wild. I wanted to get up and rip the clothes from her body, but I knew I had to hold back.
“Thanks,” she said. “I’ve never worn something like this in my life.”
“Try something else now.”
“Really?” she asked. “I bet you have other stuff you need to do.”
“Do you want to try on more clothes for me, Colleen?”
She stared at me, her pink, round lips parted. “Yes,” she said. “I do.”
“Good.” I leaned back. “I want you to play dress up.”
She bit her lip and looked away, her cheeks turning pink. But she walked over to a pile of tops and bottoms, rifled through them, picked out an outfit, and ran off to change.
What followed was a whirlwind of clothes. For several hours, she tried on outfit after outfit, and I sat through it all with a patient smile on my face. She came down in short jean shorts that showed just a hint of her ass, in tight white tops that showed off her breasts, in sweatshirts and jeans and slacks. She had on a business outfit, a blazer, and a pair of matching pants, but nothing else underneath it. She wore athletic clothes, tight yoga pants and sports bras that pressed her breasts up together in a way that made my heart go wild.
And I sat there through it all.
Lesser men might have gotten up and torn her clothes off. But I’m patient, and I could tell she was starting to get into it. So I let her get changed, let her strip off her clothes and put on new outfits, going up and down the steps the whole time.
