Page 10 of Deny Me

Pursing my lips, I nodded my head, agreeing. I formed a gun again, pointing at her, and backed into my dressing room. “Best friend a girl can have.”

After surprising her with a dress that looked like it had escaped the eighties with its puffy sleeves, and another that was both bright yellow and bright purple with a slit up to my hip, we decided to get serious. We called the attendant back in and asked for a slip and undergarments that I may need for any dresses I was trying on.

The bell rang at the door when I was in between trying on dresses. When I heard the deep baritone that could only belong to Jameson, I popped my head out to Lu, an idea forming. “Hey, have her ask him to come back here.”

She looked up at me with the same smirk she had been giving me since the days of my college antics. She loved watching her older brother get flustered just as much as I loved making it happen. I closed the curtain as the attendant came back to tell Lu.

“Ma’am, there is a man here requesting to see you. He says he’s your brother.”

Lu played along perfectly. Peeking out, I watched her make use of her large, doe eyes and plead, “Could you please ask him to come back? I know it’s not usually allowed, but I want him to see a dress. He’s my brother; my only family.”

The attendant fell hook, line, and sinker. “How sweet. Usually men aren’t allowed in the women’s dressing room, but since you are the only ones here, I don’t see an issue.” She quickly walked back to collect Jameson.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I devised a plan. I was in a thin, white, silky slip that hit right above the knee, and a lacy push-up half-bra that dipped low in the front. My tits looked amazing. Jameson had seen me in less when we went swimming, but I knew he would get flustered seeing me in underwear. I wanted to clap my hands, imagining the look on his face. I let my chocolate waves out of the clip to fall down my back, and slipped my heels on.

“Luella, what dress do you want me to see?” He sounded irritated.

“Well nothing, if you’re going to be pissy about it,” she fired back.

“It was a late night at the bar, so getting a call to bring my sister a bag of lace when I should be sleeping doesn’t put me in a great mood.”

“You looked?!” she screeched.

“Not intentionally,” he said, sounding embarrassed. “I slammed on my brakes and they fell out. I had to put them back in.”

My hand flew to my mouth, stifling the laughter from the mental picture of this big man picking up his sister’s sexy lace underwear. Gathering my composure, I decided it was time to strike.

I flung the curtain open and stepped out, staring down at my breasts as I cupped them, pretending I didn’t see Jameson at all. “Lu, what do you think of my breasts in this bra? Do they look perky enough?”

I looked up, gasping in shock at seeing Jameson. “Oh, no,” I said, lifting my hand to caress the skin of my chest. “Jameson, I didn’t know you were in here.” Luella was snorting, trying to hold in her laughter at my exaggerated show. “But while you’re here, why don’t I get your opinion?” I cupped my boobs again, lifting them for inspection. “Do they look perky enough in this bra?”

Finally taking a moment to meet his eyes, I prepared myself for a look of embarrassed shock. Instead, I was greeted with overwhelming heat. If his eyes could reach out and touch me, they would have singed my skin. The smile slipped from my lips and I swallowed, trying to wet my dry mouth.

His eyes scanned all the way down to my pumps and back up to the breasts I lifted for his inspection. A lifetime seemed to pass as his stare stroked a fire across my skin. My breath stuttered out between my lips at the way he took me in. It threw me off and I was struggling to collect myself.

“Like what you see, Jameson?” Lu asked, laughter filling her voice.

His eyes blinked a few times, pulling himself from the trance. Looking between us, he seemed to make a decision. Standing tall, I prepared myself for whatever he would throw my way.

He focused his eyes on me and let them slide up my body again. But this time was different, it was an intentional ogling that shocked me. Jameson never stared at me like that. I would catch him every once in a while, checking me out, but never so openly ogling my body.

When he dropped the bag at Lu’s feet and started taking steps toward me, a fluttering kicked up in my chest. But I set my jaw and held his stare. Whatever his plan was, I would win.

Nothing could have prepared me for when he squatted down and hoisted me up over his shoulder. I let out a loud yelp and braced my hands on his firm ass. As he began walking with me still over his shoulder, I beat at his back and demanded, “Put me down, Jameson King!” His response was to slap my ass and keep walking. “Luella, help me!”

That traitor only laughed.

“Jameson, put me down!”

“Fine,” he said calmly, dropping me to the floor.

A victorious smile formed on my lips until I saw he had brought me into the fitting room. He winked before turning back to Luella, who was still laughing in her chair, and said, “Ignore the moan of pleasure coming from in here. It’s just me fucking Evie.” Her smile falling was the last thing I saw before the curtain closed and he turned to me.

My back hit the mirror as I backed away from him.

“Jameson,” I tried to reason. “Don’t you-”

My words were cut off as he covered my mouth with his hand, only letting muffled groans escape. “Oh yeah, Evie. Rub all over my dick. That’s a good girl.”

My eyes were going to pop out of my head from shock hearing Jameson talk dirty to me with his sister right outside. My body just leaned against the glass as I stared into his cocky eyes. They held victory because he had the upper hand and knew it. How was I losing?

I had reached out to grab his crotch when the curtain was ripped back and Lu’s eyes flicked from me to him, her lip curled in disgust. “Fucking gross, Jameson.”

Tossing his head back, he let out a deep laugh and removed his hand from my mouth. “Maybe that’ll teach you guys to stop playing with me.” He edged out of the small enclosure, kissing Lu on the head on his way out. “See you later, baby sister.” He gave me a wink before turning to walk out of the gold room, tossing over his shoulder, “Enjoy your dress shopping.”

We stood frozen, watching his retreating back. “Well, shit,” I muttered, dropping my shoulders in defeat.

Lu smirked. “Looks like you need to up your game, Evelyn.”

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