Page 81 of Tempt Me

She gunned the car through a yellow light. “Ha, now you get a taste of what I go through every Tuesday.”

I huffed. “I could stop telling you.”

“Like hell, you will. You’re living my ultimate fantasy, babe, and I live for your sex stories.”

I tried to ignore my growling stomach as we joined the throng of cars heading into Pacific Fair Shopping Centre. By some miracle of God, Lolita managed to snag a parking spot right out the front of the main entrance. I swear she did that nearly every time we went shopping together. The woman was a freak.

I felt utterly gross walking amongst the shoppers in my sweaty gym gear, but Lolita strutted along with her perky boobs bobbing above her fluro-green Lycra top like she was the queen of the shopping center.

Costumes on the Coast was empty except for the lovely Asian woman behind the counter who had served me once before. The quiet store was a complete contrast to the last time I was here. Then again, my prior visit coincided with the Supanova conference, so the craziness had been expected.

“Hi.” Lolita didn’t waste a second in approaching the staff member. “We’re after a couple of sexy nurse uniforms. What had you got?”

The diminutive Asian woman clicked her fingers, rose from her chair, and followed her down one of the side aisles. “I have a few choices for you sexy ladies.” She paused halfway along.

She handed me a white dress, which, based on the minuscule amount of fabric, was barely a dress at all. “This is perfect for you.”

Lolita grinned at me as if the decision to buy it had already been made.

“And this”—the Asian woman handed a second dress to Lolita— “is for you. Now go, try on, you will see I’m right.” She pointed to the back of the shop.

Clutching her costume, Lolita wiggled her non-existent ass all the way to the change room. I followed her and stepped into the cubicle beside hers.

“This is so much fun.” Lolly’s high-pitched cry was that of a teenage girl on prom night.

Her enthusiasm was contagious, and I was quickly swept up in her excitement. I wrestled my gym top off but left my sweaty Lycra pants on. The nurse uniform had a zip that went from hem to cleavage, little cap sleeves, and a plunging neckline. It was white, and all the edges were trimmed in red to match the red cross on the fake breast pocket.

I undid the zip, pulled it on, and tugged the front sides together. It was going to be a tight fit. But, like all these costumes, it was designed for a variety of body sizes, so it stretched to fit. I hooked the zipper together at the bottom and glided it up.

It sure was tight, but it did do up, and damn, if it wasn’t as sexy as hell. The dress was extremely short, and I turned to check out my ass. I bent over, and lucky for me I was wearing my gym shorts because, as expected, my ass was in full view. The display picture that went with the costume showed a woman with white fishnet stockings and knee-length boots. The sexy combination looked amazing.

Lolita burst out laughing. “Holy shit Sista, this is fucking fabbo.”

“Show me.” I stepped out of my cubicle, and she did the same.

We burst out laughing at each other.

“Shit, babe, you look hot,” she said.

“You do, too.” Lolita’s dress was a perfect combination of cute and sexy. Her breasts bulged over the plunging cleavage. It pulled in at her tiny waist and then curved out to a skirt that was plumped up with layers of lace. “How cute is this?” she squealed. “Cal’s going to blow his stack just looking at me.”

She twirled around, fluffing up the skirt as she went. “Right.” She stepped back into her cubicle. “I need to get home asap.”

She was so excited I couldn’t help but be happy for her. “I’m going to stay and see if I can find boots and fishnets to go with this costume.”

“Oooh, good idea. Wish I could stay, babe, but?—”

“It’s okay, I get it. He’s more important than me.”

“Oh no, it’s not like that.”

“Lolly, I’m joking.”

We stepped out, redressed in our gym gear, and she put her arm around me. “You really are changing, and I like what I see.”

We paid for the costumes, and outside the store we said our goodbyes. After Lolita left, I headed toward the smell of bacon that my stomach had been growling over from the second I’d entered the shopping center.

I stopped at the first coffee shop I reached, ordered a cappuccino in a mug and a bacon and egg muffin, and settled at one of the tables out the front. As I watched the people walk by, my thoughts drifted to Lolly and Calvin. Their love for each other was always present, even when they were apart.

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