It was during a quiet afternoon stroll on a shopping trip that Nix stumbled across it a boutique tucked between a florist and a wine bar, its window display catching her eye with a flowing maxi dress that practically called her name.
She slipped inside, taking her time as she wandered through the boutique. Her fingers drifted lazily across the delicate fabrics soft silks, crisp linens, the occasional shimmer of something sheer. The shop had a sultry presence, like it was hiding little secrets between the hangers.
At the back, she paused at a rack of lingerie. Lace bras. Matching knickers. The kind of thing she'd wear just to drive me mad. Her fingers played with a deep green set, all straps and barely any fabric. Pure temptation.
"Looking for anything special today?" came a woman's voice light, pleasant, with just a hint of something knowing.
Nix turned, offering a small smile to the shop assistant. Poised. Polite. The perfect professional. But it was the assistant by the till who held her attention. Young. Clean-cut. Trying his best not to stare, but clearly watching as her hands traced the edges of a red thong.
"Just browsing," she replied smoothly, her voice casual, lips curling into that wicked little smile she wears when she's up to no good.
The woman nodded and moved on, but the moment lingered. Nix knew full well she had an audience. Her fingertips brushed the lace of one final set. She picked it up and held it against her body in front of the mirror. Catching the cashier's eye, she gave the faintest smile before turning away. In the reflection, she saw the black dress. Sleek. Daring. It made promises before it was even on her body.
She added it to the collection over her arm and disappeared behind the velvet curtain of the boudoir-style changing rooms. Dropping the garments onto the chaise longue, she let the curtain fall shut behind her, her body already humming with anticipation.
She peeled off her jeans and the vintage 80s T-shirt she always looked effortlessly sexy in. Her fingers lingered on the dress a black cocktail number. Sleek. Minimal.
She had just pulled the dress over her hips when she realised she couldn't quite reach the zip at the back. The silky fabric hugged her too tightly, resisting every twist of her arms. With a quiet sigh and a grin to herself, she stepped just slightly out of the curtain and caught the eye of the female assistant.
"Would you mind giving me a hand?" Nix asked, her voice soft.
"Of course," the woman replied, stepping in with a warm smile.
The assistant's hands were quick, efficient, but gentle as she slid the zip up, securing the dress in place. Her eyes lingered in the mirror for a moment, clearly appreciating how the garment clung to Nix's body, before she offered a polite nod and returned to the shop floor.
The silky fabric fell over her body. She smoothed it down slowly, then looked up and smiled.
That dress didn't just fit. It clung. Hugged her. Simple, elegant, and oozing with the kind of sex appeal that didn't beg it dared.
It dared her to take things further. And of course, she did. A boldness. A wicked curiosity. With a devilish glint in her eye, she reached behind herself, unzipping the dress once more. Letting it fall to her hips. With a playful flick of her finger, her bra strap was undone. She slid the straps down and pulled it free. Then, with a little smirk, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers. With a slow shimmy of her hips, she slipped them down her thighs, letting them pool at her feet.
She stood there for a moment, utterly bare beneath the dress. She hesitated.
The zip. Again. Too far to reach.
This time, she simply asked for help without poking her head out. The male assistant stepped in. His gaze was obvious. He'd clearly been observing, trying not to, but failing spectacularly.
"Sorry," she said, her voice featherlight. "Could I trouble you to zip me back up?"
He froze for a beat. Blinked. Then nodded and stepped in fully.
His fingers careful, trembling slightly touched the back of the dress, slowly drawing the zip up. Grazing her spine through the thin fabric. She watched him in the mirror the entire time. Watched the way he tried not to look. Not to breathe too deeply. But Nix could feel it the tension. The heat.
"Thank you," she said softly, her eyes locking with his in the mirror before he turned and quietly left.
She looked in the mirror again, this time bolder. Bare beneath the fabric. Her eyes alight with mischief.
She couldn't keep it to herself.
Her phone sat on the little sofa in the corner. She grabbed it and messaged me straight away.
Nix: Hey, I'm at this little boutique and found something amazing.
I paused just long enough to let her wonder.