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“She will also need a ballgown today, Marianne. Please bring a few options up for her as well. This order will need to be expedited.” She gives him a wide smile and nods, disappearing and leaving me to turn to him in question.
“Am I going to need a ballgown for my economics class next week or something?”
He smirks from the corner of his mouth, and I resist the urge to kiss it.
“I’m having an event in the next few days. You will need to be in attendance since most of my security and myself will be there. There will be no chances of you being alone when he’s in town.” He doesn’t need to mention his name, I already know he’s referring to my father. I want to argue with him on this, but I am curious.
“What kind of event needs that type of security clearance?”
He looks at me from the corner of his eye.
“The kind where it involves a lot of important people that require heavy security.” He doesn’t elaborate and walks to the sitting area, leaning back into a plush chair while flipping through his phone. Marianne approaches me, her kind smile never leaving her face.
“Everything is ready and set up for you in the back. Please, follow me.”
She leads me to the back of the store and through a set of gold doors. Everything is lavish here and I feel so dressed down in my college logo hat and jeans. The room we enter is a large dressing area with mirrors and platforms, and it reminds me of a bridal show on TV. Several racks and displays of clothing, accessories and shoes surround the main floor. She assures me that everything here is in my size and ready to try on.
I get lost in the clothes and realize that I have no idea what I’m looking for. I don’t wear these kinds of things and I certainly don’t know how to style myself. If I ever needed an opinion, I would just ask Ricky. What am I going to tell him when he sees me in all of this?
I decide not to elaborate on that though. Marianne is already sensing my struggle and guiding me through each rack, pulling things that she thinks would complement my skin tone or figure. I let her take the lead and follow suit, becoming overwhelmed when I look at the price tags on the items.
She sends me behind the partition and has me try on at least twenty outfits, and by the end of it I am exhausted. I did manage to select the clothes that I felt most comfortable in, trying to evolve my style to a more sophisticated and sexy look rather than my usual comfortable loungewear. I feel confident in these new clothes, even though they are new and worth more than my college tuition. Marianne approves of all of them, but reminds me that I still have to decide on a ballgown.
I groan and she laughs, pulling my hand off the platform that I’m sitting on. She walks me through a rack of designer dresses. Some are lacy, some are filled with tulle and most of them look like they belong to an exotic model on a runway, not on my body. I flip through more dresses when emerald silk catches my eye.
I pull the long dress off the rack and my jaw drops. The emerald color is deep and shimmers in the light, the silk material of it somehow making it shine more. Marianne smiles at my choice and helps me put it on, being careful not to trip over the length or tear the slit. I look in the mirror and suddenly feel like a goddess.
The dress has a sweetheart cut that stops beneath my breasts, the straps lay delicately on my shoulders. It hugs my body and brings out curves that I never even knew I had. The slit on the left leg rides up to my mid-thigh. The back is open and stops at the top of my butt, exposing all of my skin. I feel like Jessica Rabbit dressed in the richest green silk.
“I think that dress was made for you, Esmeralda.” I smile at her. In the hour that I’ve known her, I’ve already grown fond of her warmth and guidance.
“I think it was too. I’ll take it.”
She nods and helps me out of it, insisting that I dress in a new outfit I picked today instead of my street clothes. Just as I am sorting through to pick one, she stops me.
“I’ve never seen Dante bring a woman in here before. Pardon me if I’m too invasive, but I do have several sets of lingerie that you might enjoy. Maybe something the both of you can enjoy.”
I blush instantly. I’ve never shopped for lingerie before, and I definitely haven’t picked out anything for a man to admire me in. Would Dante even see it on me? Anytime that we’ve been intimate has been a spur of the moment. We have no label and I’m trying my best to keep it that way. I’m trying my best to keep him out of my thoughts completely.
She watches me as I stand in silence, her expression almost embarrassed. She’s shown me so much kindness and obviously does major business with Dante, so I decide not to let her down.
“Do you have anything in silk that you would recommend?” She nods and smiles at me, going to a rack a few feet away and coming back with a handful of silk garments. They look like something a royal would wear and I can feel my skin getting hot as she hands them to me.
“You can change in the dressing room by the platform. If you have any questions, just call out for me, okay?” I nod at her.
“Thank you, Marianne. I will.” She smiles and I walk into the changing room, closing the door behind me. It’s more like a changing lounge. Every wall surface is covered in floor length mirrors. A velvet loveseat sits in the middle of the room. I set the pile of lingerie down and stare at it, my face flushed and hot.
I strip out of my cotton bra and panties and try on a few sets. One is a red, silk bralette with a matching red thong and it makes me feel like a vixen. I smile at myself in the mirror, liking the vision before me. All of my butt is showing and really the only thing this bra covers is my nipples, but I look like a magazine girl and I love it. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this sexy before.
A knock sounds at the door, I call out to Marianne to let her know I’m still changing.
“I’m fine for now, Marianne. I’ll let you know if I have any questions.”
“It’s not Marianne,” Dante answers behind the door. I immediately panic when I realize there’s no lock on the door, standing in the middle of the room when he enters and shuts the door behind him.
“Why even knock?” I ask him.
He says nothing, just stands there staring at me for what felt like an eternity. His eyes travel from my breasts to my navel, slowly sliding down and stopping at my silk covered pussy. He’s undressing me with his eyes and instead of feeling embarrassed, I feel wanton and sexy. I feel like Aphrodite when he looks at me like this. No one has ever looked at me like this before. And seeing this look on Dante makes me want to melt right here in the middle of the changing room.
