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“It’s a long drive, so don’t let your arms grow tired,” he cautioned her as he started up and began the long ride off to the shopping mall.
It’d been a long time since Britney had found an opportunity to make it there. It was the biggest and last shopping opportunity short of the big city itself. But Damien seemed to have a solid idea of where to go, because he brought her to one of the newer stores she’d never been to before. Some French soundin’ name that made it seem like it’d be expensive.
“I want you to pick out the prettiest damn dress you can find,” he declared as they came to a halt and parked.
She was never very good at things like that. She always just picked out what was most practical other than her fine dresses for special occasions, and she never really cared for those. Simple white cotton filled most of her wardrobe, so she couldn’t help but be excited and a little nervous.
They made their way in and immediately she felt out of place. The music was loud and thrummed through her veins, and everything seemed so flashy and high class. The sales associates were whip thin, and both wore a strained smile for her and a more lustful gaze for Damien.
She ignored the pang of jealousy as she went to the wall, flipping idly through, not sure what she was really lookin’ for. Something that would wow Damien, show him she wasn’t just some simple farm girl or diner waitress. She wanted to look special.
She bypassed the simple black dresses, finding more comfort in the softer colours, but that was what she was tryin’ to get away from, so she walked to another rack. Too neon. Too skimpy. Too childish.
Sighing, she glanced back at him.
Much to her relief, Damien wasn’t paying the clerks much mind. He looked a little bored of the whole shopping thing, but he offered her a smile of encouragement before he spoke up.
“Nothin’ catching your eye, Britney?” he asked curiously, taking a look around the racks before he called out to the sales clerks.
“Yes, sir? How may we help you?” they asked, their voices fawning in that way Britney knew from when one of her coworkers was overtly flirtin’ with a customer.
“My girl here needs the prettiest damn dress you can fish up for her. I’m taking her out on a special excursion tonight, and I need you to go find a few choice ones for her to try on. Sky’s the limit,” he said firmly, meeting eyes with Britney the whole time.
But she couldn’t hold his gaze for long, and quickly she was hiding her expression beneath blonde hair. Her smile could brighten up the night’s sky, but she was still too shy to share that with him, to share what his compliments and words truly meant to her.
It touched her in a place she didn’t know she could be touched.
“I’ll give you a moment’s peace to sort it out,” he said to Britney as he began to back up. “I’ll just take a smoke break then come back. No pressure, take your time, hun. And remember: anythin’ you want. Anything!” he said with a grin before he turned and left the store.
She had to admit that with him gone, she felt a little less pressure, at least, and when one of the sales women came back with a handful of options, her excitement flared up again. In the change room, trying on one after another, she didn’t know what one to pick. It was so hard to tell in her bobby socks and her helmet tousled hair, how she’d really look in the dress.
She discarded one after another into the maybe pile until she got to a pale dress with colourful flowers adorning the fabric. When she slid into it, it just... clicked. The bottom flared out as she spun before gathering loosely around her legs.
Her hand went to her chest, though, hiding the newfound cleavage that popped out of it. The V-neck was severe, the halter gathering around her neck, and she had no idea if she’d even make it out of the dressing room let alone into the dance.
She fastened the belt around her waist, though, and when she looked at herself, she looked like a different person. Someone fun and happy and sexy all at once.
“How’s it going?” asked one of the sales associates and she was jarred back to reality.
“I think this one’s good!” Britney said.
“Come on out and we’ll have a look?”
She was nervous, but she peeked out, and the sales woman looked... it was hard to say. Britney knew her outfit had done the job, though.
“You’ll need a different bra,” she pointed out, and Britney felt another wave of embarrassment before nodding. “And do you have shoes? We have some really cute pin-up style heels.”
“Uhm, yea, I need shoes.”
By the time the sales woman came back and Britney found herself with a complete outfit, she could barely contain herself.
Damien strolled on in, so casually confident as he looked her up and down. With a pointed whistle he showed his obvious approval.
“Damn girl, that’s the one alright,” he said, one thumb hooked into his belt, dragging his waistline a little lower as he tongued the seam of his lower lip. “Now there won’t be no denyin’ that I’ve got the hottest damn date at the dance. Not that they could before.”
Crass as ever, he let slip a few things there. The fact that he was billing it as a date first and foremost.
It made her feel like flying. She couldn’t believe what he was saying, and his look of appreciation that hinted at something darker...
