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“I think I will have more fun with you,” he said and gave me that devil’s smile once again.
I just stood there, slightly dazed.
***
“A squire can’t dress like a maid,” Nicolo explained as he led me through the Great Castle. Actually, it was more apropos to say he walked and I jogged in order to keep up with his long, athletic strides.
After the exchange we’d had when he’d nearly run me through with his knife, he’d allowed me to return to the dormitory to change with the understanding that once dressed, I was to immediately return to him. Apparently, we had urgent business that required tending to.
I did as he requested and once I found myself knocking on his bedroom door once more, he left the room post-haste, motioning for me to follow. Thus, we left the castle but remained in what I thought of as the ‘Castle District’, the most ‘high end’ area of the Gath, and entered a clothing shop.
“Gauthier?” Nicolo called as we entered.
A pixie-ish man in his sixties looked up from measuring a customer and hurried over as he registered who had just walked into his store.
“Master Nicolo, how may I help you?”
“I have a job for you.”
Seeing Nicolo, Gauthier’s only other customer left, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible.
“This,” Nicolo presented me, “is my new squire.”
The tailor, Gauthier, tried to keep the surprise out of his face.
“She needs clothing suitable to this role,” Nicolo continued. “But I assume you have nothing ready-made that would suit.”
“I am a gentleman’s clothier,” Gauthier stammered nervously.
“Of course,” Nicolo nodded. “And squires are invariably male, which is why I have brought Charlotte here, even though she is very obviously not a male.”
“You would like me to make her…femininityless obvious?” suggested Gauthier, perhaps a little hopefully. But when his gaze landed on my bust, he began worrying his lower lip.
“No,” answered Nicolo, firmly. “That would be a crime against the fine job nature has done on her figure.” I couldn’t help but warm a bit on the inside after that pronouncement. “I want you to create clothing for her that is practical and acceptable and instantly recognizable as a squire’s costume, but which also compliments her more feminine assets. I will be spending a great deal of time with this lady and I would prefer something pleasing to look at.”
How happy I was to be ‘something pleasing to look at’ didn’t really matter, I was getting closer to Nicolo and that was what counted. Or, at least, that was when I kept telling myself. Truthfully, my nervousness over this most recent turn of events was fully present and accounted for.
Gauthier looked at me with polite terror. “It will take time to create the finished product, Master. I have nothing in stock at present that will not end up being...” He took a petrified glance at my breasts which were, even now, too obvious not to notice, “… tight.”
“Of course,” nodded Nicolo, smoothly. “But I am certain you have clothes in stock that would be of the exact type I’m looking for, so let’s try some of those out on Charlotte.”
Gauthier nodded as if his head was about to fall off, then scurried off, turning back to add. “They won’t fit the young lady well, Master. They will be somewhat…”
“Tight in some places and loose in others,” Nicolo nodded as he offered me a smile. “Yes, I gathered.”
“Here and there,” Gauthier clarified.
“Indeed,” Nicolo mused. His eyes ran over my body, head to toe and back again, lingering in certain areas. “Here and there.”
He flopped down into a chair.
My entire life had been spent in uniforms, either of the Guild or as a maid. I’d had one dress that qualified as casual-wear (which had fit me better when I was sixteen) and my blacks—that was it. It was an experience, therefore, to be given a suit of clothes by an expert tailor, shown into a curtained booth, and instructed to change.
The first getup was that of a pageboy which was, as advertised, somewhat tight here and there (especially when it came to my bust and ass), but Nicolo didn’t seem to mind, based on the smile that spread across his face when he saw me squeezed into the costume.
“Let me see something else.”
At first, I was a little uncomfortable being paraded around in various outfits that didn’t fit me at all well. As to my current getup, the buttons strained on a shirt that was struggling to contain my breasts. After a few more uniform changes and the hungry look in Nicolo’s eyes, I actually began to enjoy the whole process. It was akin to the time when I bathed in front of him. Similarly, I found this exercise allowed me to exert a certain amount of power over the impertinent man. And so, when I came out to showcase my latest attire, I began to strike subtly provocative poses, making sure that each new set of clothes showed me at my best advantage. As ever, Nicolo wasn’t the most demonstrative observer, but I could see in his eyes that he was enjoying the show.
