Potentially the beginnings of a much longer piece, this story was written for the
750 Word Project 2025
. Below this line are exactly 750 words:
The armor was a true work of art. Hand-tooled leather, attached pauldrons and skirt, a dragon embossed on the breastplate, it laced up the back like a corset.
“You let me help you change, and, if it fits, it’s yours.” The voice wafting over my shoulder was almost too smooth, too easy in my ear.
Letting the three-thousand-dollar price tag drop from my fingers, I thought about what he was offering.
“You’ll give me this if it fits. All I have to do is let you see me naked?” I turned to face him. He was good-looking, rugged but not worn, taller than me by five or six inches. Something about him made me want to say yes.
“More or less.” Damn, his smile pierced my soul.
“Deal.” I whispered my response.
The changing room was private enough, with other items scattered on shelves and hanging racks around the small room.
“Just relax.” His voice seemed to wash away any reticence I had brought with me.
His hands found my hips, and, slowly running up my waist across my body, lifted my cropped T-shirt up and over my arms. A strange energy rushed through me. It told me to relax as he’d asked, but it also filled parts of me I never knew were empty. It was strange and familiar at the same time. I let out a soft moan as he unclasped my bra and ran his hands across my shoulders and arms until it fell to the floor.
A soft moan escaped my mouth as I shut my eyes, and his hands slipped around my hips to the button on my skimpy shorts. This wasn’t so bad. I dressed as provocatively for the Summer Solstice Festival as I could to see if I could attract just this kind of attention.
“Now bend over and put your hands on the table.” Once again, his voice encouraged me to cross a boundary. I did as he asked and intuitively spread my legs.