Page 32 of Payback
“Lis,” I reply with a surprised smile and glance down at her body that is currently clad in only a black bra and broekies. My cock makes himself very well-known inside my jeans as I take in the ample curves of her body that look better than ever. I shake my head and stare unabashedly at her breasts as I say, “I thought I’d have to buy you drinks before I got to see you like this again.”
“Get out!” she squeals, grabbing a dress that’s hanging on a hook to hold it in front of herself.
I lift my hands up and laugh. “I’m sorry, all right! I was told to try these on.” I make a move to leave but look back over my shoulder. “What are you trying on?”
She rolls her eyes and blows a piece of hair out of her face. “A dress for the gala if you must know.”
I glance down at the dress she’s clutching to her body. “I don’t think it’ll beat what you have on right now.”
She fails to conceal her pleased smile, which only makes my cock grow harder. Then, like she’s angry at herself for her response, she barks, “Out.”
With a chuckle, I leave and murmur loud enough for her to hear, “Still hot as ever, mooi.”
Minutes later, I pop out of the changing room in a pair of fitted tweed trousers and a slim black button-down. The fabric feels expensive and a hell of a lot nicer than the clothes I buy for myself. My eyes move to Leslie and Freya, who are standing by a three-way mirror, fussing over someone standing on the podium. I walk a little closer to see it’s Allie wearing a bronze, metallic evening gown.
“It’s too tight,” she whines, tugging at the chest, her breasts pushing up from the low-cut neckline.
“It’s supposed to be tight,” Freya tuts around a pin in her mouth as she grabs another needle off the pad on her wrist and secures a spot by Allie’s waist. “It’s a corset bodice.”
“I’m supposed to be working today, not trying on dresses,” Allie argues.
“Oh, hush,” Leslie scolds, stepping back and admiring Allie like a work of art. “I’m following orders from Vi, who said you need a dress for the gala. Haven’t you learned by now that you can’t resist orders from the Harris family?”
“I’m a Harris,” Allie retorts with an indignant tone. “Why won’t you listen to me when I say this dress is too expensive?”
Leslie shakes her head. “It’s taken care of, Allie! You get the family discount! And even if you didn’t, I’d be giving this dress to you anyway.” She runs her hand along the waistline appreciatively and adds, “It’s like I made it for you!”
Allie lets out an exasperated breath and then looks up at herself in the mirror, almost like it’s the first time she’s truly allowed herself to do so. It’s then that she sees me in the reflection, staring at her like I’ve just laid eyes on the queen. I nod in appreciation, my eyes drinking in every luscious curve of her body that the dress clings to. Allie’s long blonde hair is tied up in a bun on top of her head, revealing her beautiful shoulder blades that I’ve touched with my tongue. I want to touch them with my tongue again right now.
“Fuck me, I look hot!” Mac booms, ripping me away from the eye candy I was shamelessly gawking at.
I turn to see him in a vest, a green button-down, and a brown pair of trousers. The guy doesn’t look half bad for a tatted Scotsman with questionable table manners.
“You’re done,” Freya states, abandoning Allie at the podium and bustling over to Mac, who’s smiling proudly with his arms outstretched like he’s expecting a round of applause.
“Tell me I look good, woman,” Mac says, smiling down at Freya, who’s almost half his height.
“I don’t think your ego needs any help from the likes of me,” she replies crisply and begins tugging at the seams. “Hop up on the podium so I can see about lengthening the trousers.”
“Your wish is my command.” Mac shoots Freya a flirtatious wink, and she seems confused by his attention.
Allie and Sloan makes their way over to me. The two of them walk around me, grabbing and pulling at the clothes on my body. I’m not even embarrassed about the fact that I’m semi-hard from staring at Allie in her sexy dress.
“Did I pass inspection?” I ask, looking down at Allie.
It’s Sloan who answers. “Not quite. I want to see the other ensemble. This one isn’t doing it for me. You?”
Allie shakes her head, her eyes lingering on my crotch for a little too long. “He needs something that makes his eyes pop.”
Sloan giggles and whispers barely loud enough for me to hear, “His eyes are up there, Allie.”
Allie’s eyes shoot up to my face. She flushes with embarrassment while barking out, “Let’s try the blue shirt next.”
Sloan giggles again and turns to walk away.
I take a step toward Allie. “Care to help me change?”
She takes a step back. “No. I’ll, um, be struggling to get myself out of this dress as it is.”
