Page 96 of Bling

Chapter Twenty-Two

Friday afternoon, Garrett and Isabelle rode to Jasmine Darlington’s boutique in the back of an SUV. He had apparently warned her they were coming this time and she already had a selection of items picked out. Garrett worked quietly on his tablet while Isabelle read up on the university program she would be starting soon.

When they walked into the shop, Jasmine scooped her into a bear hug. “I’m honored to get to work with you again, my dear.”

Isabelle snorted. “I’m pretty sure you’re doing all the work, Ms. Darlington.”

Jasmine swatted her hand in Isabelle’s direction. “Please, call me Jasmine. My last name is so pretentious.”

Isabelle grinned. “OK, Jasmine. I’m excited to wear another one of your gorgeous dresses.”

“You are by far one of the most gorgeous creatures I’ve ever had the pleasure of dressing. Come now, let’s get you into something that will make Garrett here want to undress you.” The eccentric dressmaker winked at Garrett who just shook his head, his expression mostly stoic, but Isabelle caught the subtle gleam in his eyes when he looked her way.

She made a note to ask how he’d met Jasmine. She didn’t seem like the type of person Garrett would meet through work and his only socializing was at fancy political events and Club Solitaire.

When she stepped into Jasmine’s back room, the woman immediately began picking up garments she’d had strewn about.

“I loved the yellow on you, but I want to go a little more subtle this time. Something that will let your beauty really shine.”

She handed her a variety of gray dresses, but Isabelle gravitated to one that had hints of yellow embroidered on the bodice.

Jasmine smiled knowingly. “I had a feeling you would be drawn to that one.”

She let Jasmine help her into the dress. It was gorgeous and fit her almost perfectly. Had the woman altered these dresses with her measurements from before? Nothing should surprise Isabelle about the things Garrett’s money could get done, and yet it did.

When she stepped out to show Garrett the dress, his eyes lit up as he set his tablet aside. “It’s perfect, Doll. You look stunning.”

Jasmine clapped her hands behind them. “I knew it would be the one. I have a hair and makeup artist arriving shortly. Let’s go play in the clothes while we wait. I have something special for your high protocol dinner,” she said as she pushed Isabelle back into the dressing room.

Her heart skipped a beat and she felt her face go pale. How did Jasmine know about the high protocol dinner?

“Oh dear,” Jasmine said, “You don’t know. My dear, don’t worry. I’m a silent member of the club. I just never get to attend. A vast majority of the corsets and lingerie stocked in the club gift shop are my creations. You haven’t met me, but you have met my boy, Simon.”

Isabelle’s eyes went wide. “Simon is your sub?”

She nodded. “Yes, but he has more free time than I do on the weekends, so I let him go have his fun. We’re what you might call polyamorous, though I rarely get involved with anyone else.”

Isabelle shook her head. The things she learned about people always fascinated her.

“Anyway darling, Simon told me Master Garrett was taking you to the dinner. When Garrett called me last night about another dress, I knew I had to have you try on some of my new fetish wear.”

She opened a closet along one wall and pulled out some gorgeous lingerie and corsets.

“Corsets are pretty and do outstanding things for our tits, but yours don’t need any help and I’m a big fan of lingerie that could pass for a risqué evening gown, so let’s try this one on you.”

Isabelle stared at the backless gown Jasmine was handing her. It was risqué indeed, with mostly sheer material that flowed from a panel of silk meant to cover her breasts. It included a pair of panties that would be visible through the sheer material.

It once again fit her body perfectly and she couldn’t help but wonder how much time Jasmine had put into altering these items for her.

“Do you like it? It doesn’t matter how much I love it if you’re not comfortable,” Jasmine said. Isabelle looked at herself in the mirrors and discovered she felt perfectly comfortable and dressed despite the amount of visible skin.

“I think it’s gorgeous,” she murmured.

“Excellent. I’ll box this up for you then. We’ll keep it a secret from Garrett until the night of.”

Isabelle grinned, suddenly even more excited for the dinner next month.

Jasmine’s hair and makeup person arrived a few minutes later and Isabelle sat patiently while the woman did her hair and makeup. It felt like a lot of makeup being caked onto her face, but when they finally let Isabelle look in a mirror, she was stunned. Somehow it looked completely natural.

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