Perv(46)
Katy swatted at her arm playfully. “You know I’m kidding. But you have to see the humor in it. Do you think good old Mom and Dad would find Mason to be up to your standards?”
“Not a chance in hell, but you know I’m not like that.”
“I know. As for Mason, better to know that now rather than later, right?”
“Ugh. Why do you always have to be so damn astute?”
Katy giggled. “Let’s go. We’ll eat dinner on the way, and you can tell me all about how sexy Mason’s chest is.”
“Hey, you just got married. You shouldn’t be looking at Mason’s chest.”
Katy grabbed Jenna’s arm and tugged her back to the front door. “A girl can look.”
“Haven’t you seen his chest a number of times at fights?” Jenna grabbed her purse on the way out.
“Yes, but it’s so much better through your eyes.”
Caught up in the giddiness of her friend, Jenna let Katy drag her to the largest fetish shop outside of town. They wandered around inside for an hour while Katy educated Jenna on everything from nipple clamps to violet wands.
By the time they entered the fitting room with a bustier and a garter belt, Jenna was shaking with nerves. Could she do this?
“What if he asks more of me than I can give? I’m not close to ready to strip in public like you did last week,” Jenna called through the curtain of the fitting room.
“Then you’ll have to tell him. He’s a reasonable guy.”
Jenna peeked out the slit in the curtain and stared at Katy. “Reasonable and Mason don’t belong in the same sentence. That’s an oxymoron.”
“Yeah, but he’s totally into you. I think he’ll lighten up.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. If he tries to be someone he isn’t, sooner or later it will catch up to him, and we’ll fight. I’ll lose.” Jenna opened the curtain and stood before Katy, knowing this was the most ridiculous getup she’d ever donned. “This isn’t fit for public consumption.”
“Why not? It’s covering all your vital parts.”
Jenna looked down. “Which parts? I’m almost naked.”
“Nipples. Crotch. That’s all that really matters.”
“Okay, nipples barely.” Jenna hoisted the front of the corset up higher, the shelf for her breasts reaching only millimeters past her areolas. “And the only thing covering my crotch is my own thong. I kinda like the garters, though. They feel sexy.”
“You look fabulous.”
“Okay, but I’m not ready to wear this in public. Let me try something else for a starter outfit.”
Katy pouted, but consented and turned to grab something more modest off the rack. When she returned, Jenna was impressed. “Shit, that’s smokin’. Do you think it will fit?” She ducked back inside and stripped off the tight bustier.
The new ensemble was a one-piece dress consisting of a supple, black leather bikini top that would cover her breasts as well as any bra. The bottom half was also black leather, a skirt that was short and tight. But as Jenna wiggled into it, she decided it covered all the essential parts, reaching barely below her butt cheeks and starting above her pubic hair. The center was a mesh tulle that was totally see-through and sexy as hell.
Jenna opened the curtain again, and Katy gasped. “I love it. That’s so hot.”
“What will Mason think?”
“He’s going to eat out of your hand.”
Why do I doubt that?
Mason texted Jenna every day that week. He invited her to accompany him on Friday evening to watch him fight and then head to the club again. It seemed he did that often.
He didn’t suggest seeing her again during the week, but he was incredibly busy by her standards. The man worked out every night at the gym. Jenna had never known anyone so dedicated.
On Friday he picked her up at home. She wore black jeans, a black top, and the same fuck-me heels from last week, this time chosen by herself.
Mason eyed her with a grin from head to toe and kissed her on the cheek. “You look fantastic.”
“You look like you’ve been beaten.” She cringed. His eye had a cut above it and his cheek was blue.
“Rafe didn’t treat me well in the gym yesterday. It’s okay.”
Jenna followed him to his car.
“What’s in the bag?”
“Stuff.” The dress she intended to wear later was conveniently wrinkle free and she tossed it in the back seat when he opened the car door. “For later. Don’t peek.”
Mason did turn around with a frown when he settled into his own seat. “I don’t like secrets.”
“You’ll like this one. Just drive.” She had no idea where she was going to change, but she intended to figure it out sooner or later.