black silk lay on the bed next to the dress. There was a bra, cut at a harsh angle that would push her breasts up, exposing them to the point of potentially falling out and landing on her dinner plate. A pair of dark-gray stilettos sat on the floor to complete the outfit. No underwear.
If she were stick-thin she could pull it off.
Even as Cash’s voice, and the look he’d given her when he’d asked her to wear it, sliced through her mind, she knew she couldn’t do it.
She walked away from the outfit, scanning her closet for something sexy that would hold her in.
Nothing in her closet came close to what he was asking for and she sat down on the edge of the bed. Her hand moved to the fabric again, sliding over the material, a part of her wondering how she’d look.
Decision made, she went to the bathroom and showered, letting the water trickle over her sensitive skin, imagining the way he would look at her in the dress, the ways he could touch her… What Cash offered in reality was too tempting to let herself succumb to self-gratification, and she toweled off quickly.
Swiping the steam off the mirror, she applied eyeliner, mascara and a touch of eye shadow. Last, she smoothed a pale peach lipstick over her lips.
Next she dried and curled her hair. A half updo would work with anything she chose to wear, and she pulled several tendrils loose to frame her face. Pinning the mass in a messy twist, she slid an ivory clasp in place.
Walking from the bathroom, she checked her phone. Chloe had texted.
I made the pick. Shots coming soon.
Shawna couldn’t wait to see which photos Chloe planned to use. Her boss had an eye for heat, she had to give her that. Hopefully, Chloe’s push with the country angle would land her the promotion she’d been hoping for, and open up a slot for Shawna to jump up on the ladder.
The moment she looked back at the blue gown, thoughts of Chloe, StyleU , and the world as a whole, evaporated. This was what Cash wanted to see her in. Though she still couldn’t imagine going out in public in the get-up, she admitted to wanting to see how she looked.
Sliding the stockings and garter on first, she ignored the mirror. Next came the bra. It was soft and comfortable and fit perfectly. He must have used his hands to tell the approximate size of her breasts and torso.
Then she looked in the mirror. Not terrible, and not great. It could have been much worse. Nothing was spoodging out, but nothing was really tight and tantalizing either.
She eyed the dress. The article might not be so daunting if she were wearing it only for him. Hell, at this point he’d seen what jiggled and bulged, and he kept coming back for more. The big wide world wasn’t him.
She grabbed the whisper-thin material and bunched the fabric carefully to pull it over her head. It slid down her body like a caress as her cell phone chimed a text.
Grabbing it, she tapped the messaging icon and Cash’s name and handsome face popped up. R u dressed?
No ,she lied.
Y?
The outfit isn’t me .
Yes. It. Is. Put it on, then tell me that. I’m waiting downstairs. Either you put it on and come down, or I’m coming up…
Shawna dropped the phone on the bed and approached the mirror.
Oh, mercy. She could be all kinds of critical at this point. The bulge at her hips, the over thickness of her breasts and the deep cleavage it created. And her thighs… Every other step she took would reveal a good portion of her right ham hock.
Her phone chimed again.
See yourself as a stranger. Imagine yourself as a woman you saw in a social setting.
She tried. She really did. But it just wasn’t happening. All she could see were the imperfections.
Her phone chimed again.
You said you wanted to make your mark on the world but you’re scared of revealing yourself. You can’t have it both ways. Come down now, in the dress, or I’m coming up to get you.
Shawna balked. If he came up, they wouldn’t go anywhere. And while her protective instincts
If she were stick-thin she could pull it off.
Even as Cash’s voice, and the look he’d given her when he’d asked her to wear it, sliced through her mind, she knew she couldn’t do it.
She walked away from the outfit, scanning her closet for something sexy that would hold her in.
Nothing in her closet came close to what he was asking for and she sat down on the edge of the bed. Her hand moved to the fabric again, sliding over the material, a part of her wondering how she’d look.
Decision made, she went to the bathroom and showered, letting the water trickle over her sensitive skin, imagining the way he would look at her in the dress, the ways he could touch her… What Cash offered in reality was too tempting to let herself succumb to self-gratification, and she toweled off quickly.
Swiping the steam off the mirror, she applied eyeliner, mascara and a touch of eye shadow. Last, she smoothed a pale peach lipstick over her lips.
Next she dried and curled her hair. A half updo would work with anything she chose to wear, and she pulled several tendrils loose to frame her face. Pinning the mass in a messy twist, she slid an ivory clasp in place.
Walking from the bathroom, she checked her phone. Chloe had texted.
I made the pick. Shots coming soon.
Shawna couldn’t wait to see which photos Chloe planned to use. Her boss had an eye for heat, she had to give her that. Hopefully, Chloe’s push with the country angle would land her the promotion she’d been hoping for, and open up a slot for Shawna to jump up on the ladder.
The moment she looked back at the blue gown, thoughts of Chloe, StyleU , and the world as a whole, evaporated. This was what Cash wanted to see her in. Though she still couldn’t imagine going out in public in the get-up, she admitted to wanting to see how she looked.
Sliding the stockings and garter on first, she ignored the mirror. Next came the bra. It was soft and comfortable and fit perfectly. He must have used his hands to tell the approximate size of her breasts and torso.
Then she looked in the mirror. Not terrible, and not great. It could have been much worse. Nothing was spoodging out, but nothing was really tight and tantalizing either.
She eyed the dress. The article might not be so daunting if she were wearing it only for him. Hell, at this point he’d seen what jiggled and bulged, and he kept coming back for more. The big wide world wasn’t him.
She grabbed the whisper-thin material and bunched the fabric carefully to pull it over her head. It slid down her body like a caress as her cell phone chimed a text.
Grabbing it, she tapped the messaging icon and Cash’s name and handsome face popped up. R u dressed?
No ,she lied.
Y?
The outfit isn’t me .
Yes. It. Is. Put it on, then tell me that. I’m waiting downstairs. Either you put it on and come down, or I’m coming up…
Shawna dropped the phone on the bed and approached the mirror.
Oh, mercy. She could be all kinds of critical at this point. The bulge at her hips, the over thickness of her breasts and the deep cleavage it created. And her thighs… Every other step she took would reveal a good portion of her right ham hock.
Her phone chimed again.
See yourself as a stranger. Imagine yourself as a woman you saw in a social setting.
She tried. She really did. But it just wasn’t happening. All she could see were the imperfections.
Her phone chimed again.
You said you wanted to make your mark on the world but you’re scared of revealing yourself. You can’t have it both ways. Come down now, in the dress, or I’m coming up to get you.
Shawna balked. If he came up, they wouldn’t go anywhere. And while her protective instincts
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