The cold rain slashed like a razor blade, people were in a hurry to return home from a hard day at work. Allison was no exception. Her tall brown leather boots were nearly soaked through. Every mud puddle that she was forced to walk through made her wince; the boots that she had bought only two months ago were ruined. "Damn weatherwoman! She said it was going to be sunny," she fumed, to no one in particular.
Finding safety in a negligee store, muttering again, to herself, "Well I guess I need a new pair of panties." The warmth of the store blanketed her, the smells of vanilla and jasmine permeated the air. Taking a deep breath Allison started to relax and warm up.
"May I help you find something in particular? You know, with your fine porcelain skin and dark hair, I think a jade green—or no, better yet a dark amethyst—would look great on you. Something that laces up the front, showing off your sensual curves, with maybe a deep cut to accentuate your melon-sized breasts. Yes, I think a flaring skirt would draw the attention from your less-than-perfect thighs. I will be right back."
"Great! Of all the stores I could have gone into, I had to pick one with a pushy, less-than-tactful saleslady. My less-than-perfect thighs...what is she talking about? How could she even tell what my curves were with the Duster on? She's not all that great looking. That short brown hair makes her face look pudgy and she has breasts that are sagging and too large for her small frame. Pick on me, will she?"
To say Allison was hot was an understatement; looking in the mirror she was a sight. Her long, curly, ebony hair was matted to her face. The mascara had run, leaving long black streaks down her cheeks. Her leather attaché case was soaked. Setting the case down on the paisley designer chair, she opened it, pulling out a manila folder. An audible sigh of relief escaped from her mouth as she realized that the contents were still dry and intact.
Hearing the sales clerk returning, she quickly returned the folder back into the case. "Here let me take your Duster and hang it up. Around the corner is a dressing room. I placed a few things in there for you to try." The sales clerk handed her a few pieces of tissue, "At least you can go and clean your face."
Walking over to the make-up counter the sales clerk brought back a small bottle of make-up remover. "Here. It works better than anything else I have ever used for removing mascara. Go on now; I will check on you in a few minutes."
"Well, thank you..." Allison was looking for her nametag, "...Melissa. I was not planning to try on anything. In all honesty, I was just trying to get out of the rain. If you don't mind, I think I am just going to leave. Thank you anyway."
"No, ma'm, you must try on at least the amethyst corset; I think you will make your husband a very happy man." Pushing Allison towards the fitting room, she continued, "Besides, I have not had a sale all day. My boss will fire me. Please at least try on the corset."
"Okay, but I am not going to buy anything." By the look on Allison's face, you could see the frustration and exhaustion from the day wearing down her resolve.
"I think you will, after you see yourself in it," Melissa pleaded.
Heading into the dressing room, another sigh escaped Allison's mouth. The corset was beautiful. Little rhinestones outlined the top of the demi-bra cups, a delicate silk ribbon laced up the front over the top of the sheer lace.
Looking into the mirror, Allison started to clean her face. The make-up remover did an excellent job of removing all traces of the make-up from her face. The black streaks were gone, revealing a pretty face that did not need to be hidden under the color of make-up. Her black eyes were electric when not shaded by the blue eye shadow. Taking a step back, Allison started to remove her soaked black wrap-around skirt. Staring at her exposed thighs, she saw the little dimples on the back of her upper thighs. "Back to the gym," she muttered.
