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“I want to see everything she tries on,” Abel informed the manager as he followed behind us, never looking away from his phone.
“Of course, sir. We’ll use the large changing room with a seating area, so you’ll have your privacy.”
Abel grunted as if he’d expect nothing less.
Once my measurements were made, a group of women descended upon me with every style of clothing in every color. The room became jam-packed with clothes, and it overwhelmed me. I didn’t know where to begin.
“What’s going on? Come on, let me have my fashion show.” Patience was not Abel’s best character trait, and he needed to learn more of it if he wanted to be a Supreme Court judge someday.
The manager smiled and grabbed an outfit for me. “Let’s do one outfit at a time.” With gratitude, I slinked into the first outfit: a burgundy turtleneck and dark gray slacks.
When I stepped out of the dressing room, I frowned at the horde of women who were supposed to be collecting my clothes. Instead, they were tittering around my boyfriend as they took opportunities to caress him and laugh at everything he said. He drank his mimosa but didn’t pay the women any attention.
The manager, Courtney, told the women to get more outfits. She had a sharp tone that I appreciated. Abel looked up and over me, twirling his finger around. I obliged and spun for him. When I locked eyes with him again, he gave me and the manager a nod.
When we entered the dressing room, Courtney smiled and said, “One down, many, many more to go.” I giggled.
Outfit after outfit, I showed off for Abel. He either nodded or shook his head, but I was well aware of my effect on him. His eyes had darkened, and the bulge in his pants had gotten more pronounced as the morning wore on. It was a powerful aphrodisiac, and I wanted to model for him more in the future, preferably without an audience.
A couple of hours later, I wanted out of this dressing room and alone with Abel because the mimosas were getting to my head, and the teasing no longer only affected him. I struggled with reining myself in.
A red and black pleated skirt with a white varsity sweater was my next outfit, and it was cute, but I had a guess Abel might nix this one because it could be considered adolescent, even though I found it comfy.
When I stepped out of the dressing room, Abel’s jaw clenched. “Everybody out.” He didn’t shout, only commanded, and all the women instantly did his bidding. My stomach squeezed with how he looked at me and the dominance he portrayed.
We were alone, and he twirled his finger again, and I followed suit. I stroked my hand down the skirt and gave him my sexiest smile as I faced him again. Abel licked his lips, leaned into his seat further, and smirked.
“Dance for me.”
I jolted at his command and looked around the room. “What? There’s no music.”
“Fuck the music and dance for me.” Abel lifted his hips. The bulge in his jeans was huge, and I sucked on my bottom lip.
Nervously shaking, I rolled my hips from side to side until I got into the motion, took my hands, and explored my body for Abel since he sat too far away. His eyes never left my body as I guided my head back, exposed my neck to him, and pushed out my chest as I swirled my hips into a figure eight. Everywhere I let my fingers touch, I imagined them to be Abel’s, which excited me further. My breathing intensified, and I bit down on my lip. I had never felt this sexy in my life, but it was potent now. He just seemed to draw this confidence out of me.
Abel’s hands gripped the arms of the chair, he rolled his tongue in his mouth, and I imagined it between my legs. Needing friction, I sauntered over to him, nudged his legs apart with my hands, dropped to my knees, and slowly crawled up his body while I popped my ass in the air. I hovered my mouth over his and stared into his eyes as a burning ache thrummed in my body. Abel sat like stone, and I whipped around, dropping my ass onto his cock and swiveling my hips from side to side, eliciting the hottest groan from him.
A triumphant feeling wanted to burst from my chest, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment, so I ground harder onto his cock and bent over with my hands on the floor, twerking my ass on him. His fingers went white as he gripped the arms tighter, and I smiled as I rose, laid my back against him, brought my arms to his neck, and slithered my body over his.
“You wear this outfit on game days. Got it?”
Whimpering, I lined his cock with my slit and rode it through our clothes. “Yes, sir.”
Abel growled and trapped my hips between his hands, restraining me from moving. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear. “Now be a good girl and try on the evening gowns. I have several events to attend.” He lifted me off him, and I groaned with how turned on and even more frustrated I became. Abel patted my ass, and I skipped toward the changing room, only to peek at him over my shoulder and blow him a kiss. Abel groaned too and wiped his hand down his face, making me laugh.
Courtney arrived shortly after, and I struggled to look her in the eye because there was no denying she knew something had gone on, but she was kind as ever. I wasn’t under any misconceptions, though. She probably made a hefty commission from this sale if the looks of the other sales ladies were anything to go off of.
An hour later, I had six evening gowns, which would’ve cost me a semester’s worth of tuition, and a litany of outfits that I wondered if I could even wear them all.
Abel grabbed my hand and kissed my cheek, leading me to the counter. The salesclerk ringing everything up happened to be the woman who added me to Chance’s account.
“Hello again, Ms. Montgomery. Are we charging everything to your account?” I fidgeted in Abel’s hand, and he lifted his brow.
“You have an account here?” The suspicion in his voice made me worried when he found out why I had one opened here when I couldn’t even afford a T-shirt.
“Oh, yes. You won’t believe it, but Chance Hartford, yes, the Chance Hartford, the gorgeous movie star, demanded we put her on his account and make sure she had everything she could ever want.” The girl had a big, dreamy-eyed look when she kept mentioning Abel’s dad, and I waited for Abel to explode on me.
Abel snapped his eyes toward me and said, “Oh, he did, did he?”
