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Nodding, I agree, “He is. The thing is—“
She grabs me by the crook of my arm and tugs me toward the stores. “No. There is no thing, no problem, no nothing. He’s crazy about you and willing to get fired to fuck you. And you think he’s super hot. Remember, you bet cake? It’s time to eat the cake, Kerry.”
She stops in front of Victoria’s Secret and stares up at the window display. There are three lace teddies. The center one is rich red with a plunging neckline that goes all the way to the navel. The back is even more revealing with a piece of string at the center back strap and a G-string. That’s it.
“I’m more of a babydoll kind of girl.” I say staring at the display.
“Not anymore. This is makeover day. You’re not leaving here without something sexy.”
I frown and follow her into the store. “Babydolls are sexy.”
“Yeah, if you’re a virgin, which you’re not. And there’s no way in hell he is, so stop pretending you have no clue how smoking hot you are and get something that’s on the level you want to be.” Beth starts looking through racks of bras. She pulls one out and studies the fabric.
“Pretend for a second that you make no sense.” I give her a big dorky grin. I didn’t go shopping for sex clothes when I was with Matt. I got bras and panties, but not a fuck-me outfit.
Beth sighs and puts the bra back. “Geeze. Fine, I’ll show you myself. The super slutty stuff is always toward the back of the store. Here.” She stops in front of a display, which looks tame. “Yeah, not that. Turn around.”
When I pivot, I’m facing a nook with lots of sheer fabric, lace, and strings. “I can’t wear something like that.”
Beth folds her arms over her chest and taps her foot. “What kind of night do you want to have with him? Sweet? Chaste kisses and giggles? Then get a babydoll. If you want to have the hottest sex of your life, you need clothing that says so. Like this stuff.” She pulls out three outfits on hangers and pushes them at me.
“Beth, this is seriously a bad idea.” One of the price tags catches my eye and I nearly choke. “I can’t buy these. It’ll use up my entire paycheck for just one.”
“Money well spent, newbie. Go pick one out. Take selfies.”
I frown as I stumble toward the fitting room. “What for?”
Beth laughs and shakes her head. “Just do it. I’ll show you later.”
A sales girl opens a room for me and hangs up the barely there clothing. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
“Thanks.” I close the door as she leaves and look in the mirror. I’m a frumpy mess with frizzed-out hair and too-big sweats.
I hesitate, not wanting to put these on. What kind of person does that make me? I’m sweet and pretty. That’s how I see myself.
That’s not how Nate sees me at all.
A goddess would wear this stuff. Actually, a goddess would walk around naked and rock it. Since I can’t pull that off, maybe this isn’t that bad. You’d think the line between modesty and nude model wouldn’t be miles apart in my mind, but they are. On
e is art and the other is sex. They don’t merge and they never mingle.
After I strip, I try to put on the first teddy. It covers my body like a swimsuit, but it’s made of lace, so it’s sheer in a lot of places. The girls have no support and I don’t like the way the crotch appears to be eating my hips. It’s just weird. I pull it off and try another. Same thing. It’s not me.
Beth comes in, hollering, “I have a few more. Where are you?”
“Over here.” As I crack open the door, she shoves a few more hangers at me.
“That pink one is kind of retro. I thought it was cool.”
I glance down at it. I can’t tell what it’s supposed to look like. There’s more fabric than the other outfits, so it’s ahead on that account. I try the next teddy and the next body suit. They aren’t right. I don’t feel sexy. I feel like someone else. That is, until I try on the last one—the retro looking, light pink, lacy teddy. It has a wire in the cup, cut-away sides, and dashes of lace on a sheer bodice. The shoulders are thin straps, like a bra, and the back dips down to my waist. There are linear stripes of pink satin and then one horizontal stripe at the waist, like a belt, with a little bow in front. It makes my waist look tiny and my hips look killer curvy. The girls are up and the placement of the lace and stripes hides my nips. It’s weird how little things like that help me find my spine because I do. I straighten up and can see me owning this. I could strut in this, in heels and thigh highs. My hair could be blown out, smooth, and I can picture me wearing it, and then not wearing it.
My daydream is interrupted by soft giggles coming from the next changing room. “Shhh, they’ll hear you.”
A male voice whispers back, “You know you like getting caught.”
TMI. I slip out of the piece of lingerie and feel happy. I won’t have money to buy jeans or Pringles for another week, but sex clothes come first, right? And if things go to hell, I can pretend this is a shirt. It’ll look great with sweatpants.
As I slip into my clothes, there are noises coming from the next room and a steady moan, tap, moan combo. He must be fucking her on the little bench and it raps the wall with every thrust. Despite their attempts to be quiet, they’re far from it.
