"I don't think so," the befuddled woman repeated.
"Trust me," Portia said, "you're a beautiful woman and you should remind him of that."
Just then, the daughter came out of the regular change room and the mother turned her attention to her even as she was enjoying the compliments of this utterly beautiful woman. But before she could comment on her daughter's dress, the stranger spoke up.
"While that is cute," Portia said, wanting to get rid of the daughter as soon as she could, "I think you need a dark blue dress."
"Really?" the girl asked, wondering who this complete stranger was. But she was very pretty and dressed so hot herself, perhaps she was a consultant here?
Portia nodded,"That dress is too light for your complexion."
"You think so?" the daughter asked.
"Trust me," Portia said, looking absolutely stunning in the red cocktail dress and black nylons she'd purchased for tonight's event, with a seam down the back of her thigh high stockings giving the ensemble an extra sexy frisson.
"Okay," the girl said, instantly listening to the advice of this beautiful stranger and ignoring her mother.
Portia put the black cocktail dress back on the rack and walked to some gowns, found a blue one that she thought would suit the girl and brought it to the cute teen. "Here, this one is perfect."
"Thank you," the pretty girl said, taking the dress.
"How old are you?" Portia enquired, pondering if she may be a better target or even ambitiously a second target.
"Eighteen," she answered, finding herself slightly drawn to this very pretty woman.
"What is the dress for?" Portia asked, the possibilities of one or even two turns suddenly plausible.
"A school dance," she said.
"I'm here helping a friend who is coming with me to a charity celebrity gala," Portia slipped in there, planting a seed of seduction.
"Oh, wow," both the mother and daughter said in unison.
"I'm a casting agent," Portia revealed, then added, planting another seed, one that had worked so many times before, "Have you ever acted?"
"I'm in all our school plays," the girl answered, in growing awe of this pretty, luxurious woman.
"I could tell," Portia said, although she couldn't. It was just something she said to help build a connection.
"What kind of gala?" the curious teenager asked.
"A charity gala with auctions and a dance," Portia answered, where she was sure to add at least one turn. So many young, ripe girls would do anything to get a part in some commercial or movie... it being so many girls' dreams. The major problem was finding someone who wasn't already bi or already turned for the contest. In today's increasingly sexualized world more girls were becoming bisexual or exploring their lesbian side at a younger age than when she was young.
"Wow," the teen said, now completely captivated by this woman.
"You go try that on and I'll go help your mother with a dress of her own," Portia said, throwing out the ultimate bait. "I may have a couple of extra tickets for the premier if you two are interested."
"Really? Can we, Mom?" the teen asked in utter excitement.
"I don't know," 'Mom' hesitated, feeling the conversation odd and that there was something untrustworthy about this woman.
"Mom, we have to," the daughter pleaded.
"Go try that dress on and I'll talk to her," the mother said.
As soon as the daughter disappeared back into the change room, Portia said, "This is how you one-up your douchebag ex-husband."
"Ah, true," the mother nodded, that one sentence instantly making this situation very appealing.
"I'm Portia, by the way."
"Glenda," she said, "and my daughter is Zoey."
"Come with me," Portia said, taking the woman by the hand, and leading her to the other area Abby was in. "You will rock this dress I had my friend trying on."
As they walked through a nondescript door that Glenda thought went into a back storage area, she instead found herself in a luxuriously appointed salon with leather furniture and a wine bar. "There is a private change room area?" the stunned woman asked.
"A perk of knowing the manager," Portia smiled... someone she had fucked on many occasions.
"So, I see," the suddenly impressed mother said, looking at a woman in an amazingly beautiful gown staring expectantly at her escort.
"What do you think?" Abby asked.
"That is the one," Portia said, "but you will need mocha stockings with it."
"Okay," Abby said, knowing Portia had a thing for nylons.
The cute assistant nodded, "I'll be right back with some, ma'am."
"The ones with the seams down the back," Portia called out.
"Of course, ma'am," the sweet Anastasia said.
Portia retrieved the black dress that had been too big for Abby but would likely fit this woman. "Here, go in the room right there and try this on."
"I could never afford anything like this," Glenda said, as Portia handed her a luxurious gown.
"It's on me," Portia said.
"I couldn't," she responded.
"Trust me, you'll wear it, give it back to me tomorrow and I'll use it as an outfit for a commercial or movie or both and will be able to write it off."
"Really?" Glenda asked, so surprised by this woman's kindness.
"Yes, now go change, I want to see you in this so we can give your asshole of an ex a lesson in regrets," Portia ordered, pointing to the second door.
"Why do you care about that?" Glenda asked, just still feeling something odd about this whole situation.
"We all have an ex-asshole," Portia smiled, indeed having an ex-husband she had no fucking use for, "and need to support one another against them."
"Okay," Glenda agreed, sensing this woman would not take no for an answer and feeling a slight kinship based on that answer. She had been very lonely and angry since her husband left her.
Once Glenda entered the changing room and closed the door, Portia moved to Abby and quietly assured, "I'm going to turn her and maybe her daughter too."
"Here?" Abby asked.
"Right now," she nodded, as she left and quickly found a pair of dark brown thigh highs for the mother's dress... knowing exactly where they were.
"If the daughter comes looking keep her distracted," Portia said, as she knocked on the door.
"Okay," Abby nodded, fascinated seeing her friend in action in a turn.
"Yes?" Glenda asked, in just a bra and panties.
"Let me in for a minute, I have something else you need," Portia said.
"I don't have the dress on," Glenda said.
"You need these first," Portia declared.
"Okay," Glenda said, wondering if they were nylons like Portia had suggested for her pretty friend.
As soon as Glenda unlocked the door, Portia gently, but forcefully, let herself into the room. "Here, let me assist you."
"Um, I, uh, I'm not sure," Glenda said, as the pretty woman entered the rather large change room.
Portia ignored the vague protest as she paused and admired the not as chubby as she thought woman in only a bra and panties.
"You have a very nice body," Portia said, "very lush."
"Aaaah, thanks," Glenda said, flustered, but also flattered.
"Your ex-husband is clearly an idiot if he let this go," Portia said, letting her eyes blatantly travel over the woman's body. She was about to go in for the kill and knew saying such things would continue to build her trust.
"He is," Glenda agreed, as the pretty woman moved right in front of her.
"Sit down," Portia softly ordered, "I'll help you put these on."
"No, no, I can do that," Glenda said, feeling disoriented in a jumble of feelings... the slight attraction that confused her since she was completely straight.
"No, I insist," Portia said, moving her hands to the woman's shoulders and gently guiding her to the small sofa the room had... a movement that had worked so many times in the past... the softest of pushes that would help in making this clearly straight woman cross a line.
"I am, um..." the redhead protested, even as she looked at the absolutely stunning woman lowering herself to the floor in front of her.
"Just relax and be pampered, Glenda," Portia said, keeping her tone soft and sensual, "you deserve it."
"Um, okay," Glenda said, giving in as she watched the woman take the nylons out of the package and deftly roll one up.
"Left foot," the beautiful woman directed, and Glenda shyly put it forward. Having never had this done before, she found it both a little erotic and a lot surreal.
