Page 49 of Loyalties & Longings

“Good afternoon,” says a short petite girl with long blonde wavy hair, fake tan so bad it’s orange, and huge tits practically popping out of her shirt.

This girl, Tammy, if her name badge is anything to go by, is the epitome of gaudy. Along with her ‘look,’ she’s wearing so many jangly gold bracelets, a skirt so tight it looks as though it’s been spray painted on, and heels so high that one strong breeze will tip her on her ass.

“Can I help you find something today?” she asks, looking at me. Her eyes roam up and down my body, and she thrusts her chest out. Too bad for her I’m not a tits man, and she’s being so disrespectful to Lake. It pisses me off. She has barely glanced at Lake and that shit just won’t fly.

“You sure can, Tammy,” I reply in my best seductive voice. Itmust work because her whole body expands with an inhale. “You can help my drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend here find an outfit.” I snap out in a throaty, threatening tone. I’m not in the mood for taking shit from a girl I could snap with a flick of my fingers.

“Oh… I … uh… okay,” Tammy stutters out. I turn to Lake, not willing to give this other girl another moment of my attention.

“I’m just going to sit over here.” I motion to a chair in a similar place as the one I was sitting on in the menswear store. Lake covers her mouth, trying to hide the smile that has spread over her face, but her efforts are ineffective.

“Okay.” She giggles. As I turn, I hear Lake describing what she’s looking for. “So, I’m looking for something sleek, sexy, elegant, and maybe a little retro?” She adds the last bit as a question. I settle in to get comfortable. This may take a while.

I watch Lake and Tammy flit around the store. Lake looks like a kid on their first-ever trip to a candy store.

I admire Lake. She’s so fucking beautiful, and I can’t believe she is all mine.

I get a sick feeling in my stomach as the memory from last week when she was literally snatched right from the street rises. I start plotting in my mind, thinking of her grand opening gift and how I can make her mine forever. I’m going to give this woman everything. She’s going to have it all, and she’s going to be safe at all times at any cost.

After I’ve waited for what feels like hours but probably is only forty-five minutes, Lake finally comes over with a few options to try on.

Sauntering past me, she enters the changing room right at the end. Less than five minutes later, she steps out wearing a strapless, floor-length black dress with a split all the way up the skirt. The top half hugs her body, accentuating her curves, but the damn thing is completely see-through as in I can see the black bra and panties beneath it. Since I know she wasn’twearing a bra earlier, I realize she must have had it stashed away in her bag.

“What do you think?” She spreads her arms out and gives a little spin.

“It’s sexy.” I clear my throat. “But I can’t get toyouif you’re wearing this.” I hope she catches on to what I’m insinuating, but her face looks puzzled. So, I drop my eyes to her sweet pussy and back to her eyes in time to see them widen in realization.

She dashes back into the cubicle, clearly catching my drift.

“How about this one?” She asks a short while later as she stands with her hands on her hips. It’s literally just a piece of fabric. On top, there’s some beaded, cut-out bikini that attaches to the very short skirt that’s… frilly?

Fluffy?

What the fuck? Are those feathers?I school my features before speaking.

“You will look gorgeous no matter what you wear.”

“So, it’s ugly then?” She huffs, and I only nod in return. She returns to the cubicle. It is ugly, but I would have had easy access to her in a skirt that short.

Next, Lake steps out wearing a pure white lace corset and long, straight white pants, topped with a white jacket.

“That is very sexy,” I say before she can even ask what I think of it.

“But you can’t get to me?” she says, sounding almost defeated.

“Well, that’s true. You really should get this one, too, though. You know, to wear after the opening. You look like a bad-ass, mafia queen wearing that,” I say, hearing the astonishment in my voice. She smiles and is already back in the cubicle before I can blink. My eyes are still trained on the curtain when I see it flutter aside so she can exit again.

I get a quick glimpse of an extremely short, red, silky dress with a tight bodice. The bottom half is a layered skirt thatoverlaps at her waist and barely reaches mid-thigh. Before she’s even out of the cubicle, I’m on my feet, wrapping my hand around her throat and pushing her back behind the curtain. With my other hand on her hip to guide her backward, I claim her mouth with my own. My mouth devours hers like I’m running out of breath, and she is my only source of oxygen.

Eventually, I peel my lips away from hers and finally come up for an actual breath. She looks up at me with a smirk.

“So, you like this one then?”

“Hell, yes, I do.” It comes out husky, deep with need.

“Why do you like this one?” She breathes, pushing against my hold on her neck. We’re so close I can taste each of her words on my tongue.

“I’ll show you,” I say thickly. Capturing her wrists in my free hand and keeping the other still planted firmly on her throat, I force her back against the cubicle wall. I lower the hand that’s on her neck and dip it between the open layers of the dress. My finger finds the warm, bare flesh between her legs, and I slide one of my fingers between her sweet, slick folds. She’s already wet but not drenched.

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