Page 41 of The Facilitator: Part 2
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“What do you think?”Gabriella said as she left the changingroom.
She wore a gorgeous cream dress, nipped in at the waist, plunging at the front, and I wondered just how appropriate it would be for her wedding. However, she looked amazing and I was sure Alex would appreciate thecleavage.
“I love it,” I replied, looking at her in the full-lengthmirror.
“You don’t think it's a little revealing, doyou?”
“Yes, but who cares? You pull it off so well. It’s a perfectfit.”
We were standing in the boutique Mackenzie had bought a couple of dresses for me from. I had mentioned the dresses to Gabriella and she wanted to investigate for her wedding attire, forgetting the many torn pages from fashion magazines. The boutique was not only very exclusive, you couldn’t access the store unless you had an appointment, but it didn’t just offer exquisite clothes. Nestled among the racks of silk and satin shoes with matching clutches was a door. A door that had both Gabriella and I in fits of laughter. A door to a fetish world I had no ideaexisted.
Whereas the store held silks and satins, cottons and tulle, slightly revealing yet still classy outfits, the fetish room was the polar opposite. Plastic, latex, rubber, outfits in blacks and reds with horns and tails and holes in appropriate, or inappropriate, places hung on the same wooden hangers with the same thought and display care that had been taken on the clothes out front. We had vowed to take a closer look once we’d browsed thenormalsection.
“It’s like this side is the posh slut and that side is our alter egos,” she’d said before selecting the cream dress from arail.
“Don’t, I need to pee,” I’d replied, crossing my legs and holding in thelaughter.
The store manager had furnished us with a bottle of very nice champagne and allowed us time to browse alone. She reminded me of Veronica: hard features, steely eyes, a woman who knew exactly what she wanted from life, yet she was funny and polite, a pleasure to talk to. Like the store, her demeanour and her personality were chalk andcheese.
“I think I’m going to buy this one. Now, how aboutyou?”
“I have spotted a rather lovely navy blue outfit. It has a flared, skater style skirt though, so I’ll try it on andsee.”
It hadn’t occurred to us initially but all the outfits were risqué. Just some were more suitable fordaywear.
“You have great legs, Lauren, pair them with some heels for height and it would suit you,” the store owner said. She grabbed the blue dress and heldit.
I was wearing jeans; I wasn’t sure how she’d know I had great legs. I caught Gabriella’s eye in the mirror and suppressed the laugh. The blue dress was hung in the changing room and I stepped in to try iton.
Midway through changing clothes, the store manager, whose name we discovered was Brit, opened the door exposing my partly naked body and stared. She pursed her lips, made noises similar to ‘hmm’ and ‘aarh’ before walking away and returning with a push-up bra and fuck-me shoes. In fact, at one point, she grabbed my breasts to rearrange them so I had the cleavage I’d alwaysdesired.
“Tit tape,” she said, sticking something to myskin.
I stepped out of the changingroom.
“I love it,” Gabriella said, clapping her hands. “And you do have amazinglegs.”
“I do not! But yes, I like it myself. I don’t think I’d dream of wearing something like this, it’s so floaty.” I twirled, loving how the material swished aroundme.
“Ladies, a top up?” Brit handed us two fresh glasses of champagne and we toasted ourselves in our weddingoutfits.
With matching shoes and bags selected, we dressed back in our own clothes and then allowed Brit to escort us through to the fetish room. It was three times the size of the front store and had a second room off. It was the second room that had me wide-eyed. Every implement I’d seen in the club adorned shelves and walls, all for sale, obviously, and all handmade, as Brit toldus.
“Something for the honeymoon, I think,” Gabriella said, as she picked up the largest black double-ended dildo I’d ever seen. There was no way it would fit inside the averagevagina.
“I can just see customs raiding your luggage and asking for an explanation,” I replied. She laughed as she replaced it on theshelf.
“I think I’ll stick to purchasing online. I’m sorry, Brit, if you have a website I’ll take a card,” I said, my cheeks had coloured so much I thought I could have had radiationsickness.
She laughed as she flicked a card through her fingers and handed it tome.
“Give my regards to Veronica when you see her next,” shesaid.
“You know her?” Iasked.
“I supply her, your husband’s club,” shesaid.
