At some point, we woke up for real and showered together. We washed each other, occasionally stopping for a kiss or a quick suckle.
We went back to my apartment and she helped me put the rest of my things away. We both had to work that night, so we said a slow goodbye and she went back to her room to get ready.
I still couldn't believe I'd spent the night in Lori's bed, not to mention her arms, but I forced myself to get ready for that night's client. When I went to get the outfit, though, there was only a garter belt, black stockings, and a note asking me to go see Will down in his office after I'd put them on.
I was curious and confused, and I hoped I hadn't done anything wrong. If I got fired now, I really was in trouble. I hadn't even bothered to look for another apartment, and I'd have nowhere to go once the semester ended.
I knocked and Will called me in. I opened the door and was greeted by his broad smile. I figured I couldn't be in too much trouble if he was still so happy.
"Marri, hello!" he said. "Sit down, please."
I sat in the chair across from him and I noticed a long, formal-looking black gown trimmed with gold-colored satin. It was strapless and the skirt flowed beautifully from the tight bodice. It was a gorgeous dress, and I wondered why he had such a thing in his private office.
"Marri, I asked you to come because I wanted you to be aware of the specific requests made by tonight's client."
Images of Al with his belt and Peter with his assfucking filled my head and I forced down a groan. At least this time I was getting fair warning.
"Like what?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound defensive.
"This man came to us a while back and asked us to orchestrate a special session for him. We had it all set up, and then the girl we had in mind quit suddenly and it had to be postponed. Fortunately, you're her size, so we were able to get it together again for him," Will explained.
"The same size?"
"Yes," he said, gesturing to the gown. "You see, this dress was altered to fit her, and we needed someone else who could wear it before we called him back."
"He wants me to wear that?" Now I was even more confused.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Apparently, he was recently discharged from the Army. He enlisted right out of high school. For whatever reason, he never got to go to his senior formal. He asked us to make his own private prom, complete with music, dancing, and a gown for his date."
"Okay," I said, still a little confused. It seemed like an awful lot of trouble to go through just because you missed out on the prom. But hey, if he wanted to pay good money for it, who was I to complain.
"Well, then, try it on," he said.
I glanced around, half expecting to see a dressing room or something, but I wasn't really surprised that I was expected to change there, right in front of Will.
He busied himself with some sort of paperwork while I slipped into the gown. He stood and helped me zip it up, smiling approvingly. It fit perfectly and I knew I looked good, just like a girl really going to her prom.
"Well, come on then," he said, offering me his arm. "He should be here by now, and we can't keep him waiting."
I hooked my arm though Will's and we went back out to the foyer. There was a dark-haired man standing there, looking at a painting on the wall, his back to us. He was dressed in a black tuxedo, and, from behind at least, his body was very appealing.
He turned around when he heard us coming and I found myself looking into the most intense pair of dark brown eyes I'd ever seen. He smiled when he saw us, clearly pleased.
Will and I crossed the foyer and the man stepped toward us, a corsage of white roses wrapped with a gold ribbon in his hands. I couldn't help blushing. I felt giddy, almost like I had at my own prom. And there was something about his face I trusted instantly.
