I sighed and walked around to the back of my couch, to an old trunk where I followed up extra blankets for guests. I grabbed the itchiest one I owned and carefully laid it across Mary’s body. I was still a good host, even if I hadn’t asked for it.
My elation had faded. There was no more sparkling feelings of lust and wonderment, now there was only panic as I realized that Bret would be arriving in an hour to pick me up. I knew very little about the event we were going to, and honestly anything I owned wouldn’t be up to standard with everyone else there. Just as I’d swept towards my closet and began shifting clothes around on the hangar, a knock came at the door.
Frustrated that another unwanted person was at my place, I stamped toward the door and threw it open.
“What?” I angrily hissed at a brown haired teenager in a red uniform.
“Bri Anderson?” he asked.
“Yes?”
He thrust a clipboard into my hands. “Sign here please for the delivery.”
A long garment bag hung across the boy’s shoulder. I lifted my eyebrow in suspicion but scribbled down my name and handed him back his papers as he laid the bag in my open hands. The boy started to walk down the apartment steps.
“Wait! Who’s this from?”
I didn’t see any forms or paperwork attached to the outside of the garment bag. The boy looked down at his clipboard, lifted up a page.
“A Mr. Bret Harlow.”
The delivery boy left then. Bret made fats work of things. As I unzipped the bag, a sleek but short V-neck dress dipped out of it and at the bottom of the bag out plunked a rather hard box. Inside was a pair of matching strapped heels that seemed to would need to wind around my calf.
I peered at the outfit, mouth open wide. It was a beautiful outfit, the material of the dress felt smooth but sturdy. The shoes were phenomenal, but I’d never been one to pull off such a thing. If anything I’d look like a sausage stuffed too much in the casing.
If I didn’t wear what he sent though, I might offend him. And if anything it really was the only thing I could wear that would fit in with everyone else. I decided finally to give in and at least try it on. Mary’s loud snores followed me down the short hallway to my room where I closed the door and locked myself in.
When I buckled the final strap on the side of my calf, I stood and twirled a bit. The dress was short in the front, coming up far higher than I liked but the back was longer going down to past my knees. My body snuggly fit in, and gave no room to feel comfortable really, I felt as if I was almost naked.
In the mirror though, I looked fantastic. With a pound of mascara and some lipstick I’d look as good as any other streetwalker. I chuckled at the thought and rummaged through my jewelry, finding some matching silver pieces to hang around my neck and ears.
The makeup didn’t take long either, and by the end of it, I felt pretty confident. I was looking in the mirror once again, turning back and forth in front of it to see very side of me when another knock came at the door. I knew this time who it was though.
Bret stood there, with a single white rose in his hand. His eyes opened wide as he looked me up and down and I had to suppress a fit of giggles at his cartoon like stare.
“Bri. I think this was the best purchase I’ve ever made. That dress on you is something to be reckoned with. You’ll be turning heads tonight.”
“If they’re all of the same age as your associates I’ll be glad if they don’t. I’m not much into older men. Would you like to come in for a minute though?”
I’d forgotten that Mary was still here and it wasn’t until we neared the living room and heard her sleeping roars that I tried to divert Bret back towards the door.
“Wait, who’s here?” He asked as I shoved him back to the door, shushing him the entire way.
“My boss. Well, she used to be my boss. I found her here earlier and she’s all drunk and angry.”
Bret turned from my grasp and leaned over to peer into the garbled heap of mess on my couch. He then turned back to me with a smile on his face.
“What?” I asked, a little concerned.
He didn’t answer, instead he pulled me close and his mouth crushed against mine. His hands slid down my back, grabbed at my ass and clamped there. I was surprised but fell into the rhythm of lips gently massaging against mine, his tongue flicking out and caressing against my mouth.
He stopped long enough to whisper, “Wanna fool around? If we hurry we can still make it in time?”
Forget that it had taken me nearly an hour to get ready, Bret’s hands slid along the curve of my ass to rest on the small of my back. For a moment I just looked into the dancing bit of mischievous in his eyes.