Page 13 of Entangled in Them

One thing we were not used to was having a woman around the place.

The elevator opened onto the underground garage. I paused for a moment, my breath locked in my chest, my ears straining for any sign that someone might be waiting down here for me. I didn’t know who might be looking for the girl, but her being here had landed a bullseye on our backs. Someone might easily have followed the Capellos’ men here and be waiting out of sight, ready to take back what they wanted.

But everything seemed quiet, and I could hardly hide away in an elevator all afternoon. I needed to reach the store before everything shut. How would I explain to Kodee and Ryan that I’d failed once again because I’d been busy hiding?

Keeping my head down, I made my way to the bike. Everything seemed just as I’d left it, so I climbed on, plugged the key into the ignition, and started the engine.

I rode out of the garage, and up onto the main street, then took the fastest route to the nearest mall.

I tended to avoid shopping malls, if I could. Too many teenagers and groups of women, all clutching armfuls of shopping bags and gossiping. I pulled the bike up and left my helmet there, and then entered the building. The familiar scent of the food court hit my nostrils, and the thump of music from the various stores blended together. Everything seemed so normal here, when, in fact, my world had just been tilted on its axis.

Doing my best to blend in, I still made sure to check over my shoulder, and in the reflections of any storefronts, to make sure I wasn’t being followed. I had the idea that the Capellos might not be done with me yet, and they could easily have put someone watching the front of our apartment building to make sure we didn’t try to smuggle the girl out of there.

I felt bad that I’d dumped Ryan and Kodee in the shit as well. It hadn’t been a big job, just a few forged passports, and I’d stupidly thought I could do it quickly and quietly and that would be the end of it. I’d never imagined things would turn out like this.

Self-conscious, I picked a department store and headed to the women’s section. I was going to need help if I was going to return with anything even moderately wearable for Rue. I didn’t think I’d ever bought a single item of women’s clothing in my entire life, never mind an entire wardrobe. No, it wasn’t going to be an entire wardrobe. All she needed were a few items to get her though the next couple of days until the Capellos came back for her.

I tried not to consider what might happen to her when they did. It was clear they were hiding her with us, but the question was why. I’d brought trouble to our door by doing business with the Capellos, and now my fear was that Rue would bring trouble to our door in the form of whoever it was the Capellos were hiding her from.

I wasn’t the one who had morals, and I never pretended to be either. The Capellos had given her to me to do whatever I wanted, and there was part of me—namely my dick—who liked that idea. Didn’t every man want that, deep down? Well, maybe not Ryan, but most men who liked women. There weren’t many things I hadn’t done before in the bedroom, including fucking another man, but still my imagination swam pleasantly in the slipstream of fantasies that would be possible if she were to say yes to everything.

In the women’s department, I caught the eye of a pretty sales assistant. Her blonde ponytail was scraped back, and too much makeup hid her skin rather than enhancing it. As she stepped closer, I jerked back at the strong hit of her perfume. I tried not to let my true impressions of her show, and instead plastered a wide smile on my face, planning to win her over.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“Aye, you can. This is going to sound strange, but I want to buy a couple of complete outfits for... a friend of mine. I mean, underwear, shoes, the whole lot, and I wondered if you’d be able to give me some idea on sizing.”

I hoped she didn’t think I was some kind of experimental cross-dresser who was only trying to get women’s clothes because I wanted to wear them myself. Good thing Rue was so slight so there wouldn’t be much chance of the pretty sales assistant suspecting I was buying the outfits for myself.

She nodded, but her eyes were a little unsure. “Sure, I can do that.”

“Money’s no object, so I hope you’re on commission.”

“Oh. Of course.” Her cheeks pinked beneath the layer of makeup, and she glanced away, clearly uncomfortable to be talking about money. “So, umm, what sort of size would you say your friend is?”

“She’s slim, and a little shorter than you are.”

The woman touched her chest self-consciously. “What about bust size?”

“Small, but not non-existent. She’s slender, but she still has curves.”

“A handful?” she asked. “More than a handful.”

I glanced down at my palms and tried to imagine cupping Rue’s tits. My cock jumped at the image, and I realized that was something I’d be keen to do for real. “A little smaller,” I surmised, “but not by much.”

“And where is your friend going to wear these outfits? During the day? Out at night? To a restaurant or a club?”

I remembered Kodee’s warning about not buying her anything slutty.

“Just daytime stuff. Jeans, I guess. Maybe a couple of tops. I need underwear, too.”

“Bras and panties?”

“Aye.”

She lifted one perfectly drawn in eyebrows. “Anything sexy?”

“No, just the basics.”

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