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"Unfuckingbelievable," I muttered, and Cherry snickered. I saw August see me, and he quickly turned away and began walking casually down the street. I raced out of the clothing store and he quickened his pace, but I caught up and yanked on his wrist.
"Oh. Uh. Hey, Lexi," he stammered, sheepishly avoiding eye contact.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed.
"Nothing. Just passing by." Lie.
"Are you stalking me now?"
His eyes sharpened. "No!" Truth. Curious.
"Hard to believe, considering you were looking inside the shop I was in."
He snorted and rolled his eyes. "So I'm not allowed to just look through stores now?" Before I could say anything, he looked back at me. "I was passing by and I saw Cherry. Not many people have hair that red, and she's quite a bit shorter than average. So I was checking to see if it really was her, since you guys don't live in the city." He folded his arms. Defensive move. "How was I supposed to know that was you with her?"
We glared at each other for a minute, but his expression eventually softened. It actually annoyed me that he was able to get his emotions under control quicker. I supposed it made sense though; couldn't have highly trained soldiers losing their cool out in the field. "Fine," I sighed. "You said you were just passing by?"
"Yeah, I was getting off work and needed some air." He shoved his hands in his pockets. Could be he was telling a half-truth. Could be he was thinking about other things. "And what about you? What brings you to the big city?" He began walking me back to the store front, and as his eyes flitted to look inside, I followed his gaze to see Cherry awkwardly distracting the saleswoman while a sweaty Stef and Brie stumbled out of their changing stall.
"Shopping trip," I replied.
"Uh huh. Well, I shouldn't bother you guys--"
"Hey August!" Cherry waved from inside. God damn it.
August turned to her and gave her a little wave of his own. "Hey Cherry. How're you doing?"
"I'm having a good day so far." She glanced at me, growing a mischievous glint in her eye. I involuntarily gave her a warning look, which of course only encouraged what she was about to do. "Actually, we could use your help. We need a man's opinion on clothes, and Stef is absolutely hopeless." Untrue. Stef actually had pretty good taste, but that wasn't Cherry's point.
"Hm. Well..." August looked over at me. By this point I had no idea what kind of face I was making, but he grinned and shrugged, turning back to Cherry. "Sure. Wasn't doing anything anyway."
"Perfect." With a devious smirk, she tipped her head to usher us inside. Ever the gentleman, August held his arm out as a gesture for me to go first. I smiled tightly and quickly caught up with Cherry.
"You're gonna pay for this," I hissed to her.
"Only if this doesn't work out," she giggled. "But I'm willing to bet it'll be worth it."
By this point, the twins had finished their romp and were collecting themselves in the changing area, attempting to make themselves more presentable. A good thing, too, since now August was here.
Stef cleared his throat and fist bumped August. "Hey man. Funny seeing you here."
"I could say the same," August replied. "At least I live around here, y'know?"
"Heh, fair enough."
"Hey August," Brie said, giving a wave. "You here to help us pick stuff out?"
"Yes, he is," Cherry cut in gleefully. With that, she began shoving me into a stall. "And as it happens, Lexi's next!"
"Hey--!" I barked, but the petite girl was stronger than she looked. I found myself looking at my irritated reflection, a pile of clothes I'd picked out folded on the stool in the corner. There was jovial conversation outside, and it seemed I was the only butt of this joke.
With a sigh, I started changing into a white long-sleeved off-shoulder crop top blouse. For some stupid reason, I felt more vulnerable changing than I normally did. It didn't have anything to do with the fact that August was mere feet away. That would be ridiculous; he'd already seen me in a bikini. Then again, bikinis and underwear were different. Guys never seemed to understand that.
The top really accentuated my bust, forming an impressive cleavage. Even I didn't walk around every day in such scandalously alluring clothing. I found myself hoping August liked it. I stepped out to find him alone, sitting on the upholstered bench in the waiting area. I hadn't even noticed the conversation outside had ended.
"Whoa," he said simply, looking at my top.
"Where are they?" I asked.
"They're helping Cherry pick stuff out."
"Of course they are," I muttered, then sighed. "Well? How does it look?"
His eyes drifted back to my top, and he stood. With languid lazy movements, he began circling me, taking me in with hungry eyes. Most people would tell the girl to turn around for them, but apparently not August. He paced around me slowly like a predator with its trapped prey. The base animalistic need... Yet it also felt like I was an auctioned sex slave. I'd only been to one such auction, just to learn. Now I was the piece of fuck meat on display as he scrutinized me. It was unnerving, and demeaning... and kind of arousing. He was undressing me with his eyes, and for a second I fantasized saving him the trouble and pulling my top down to expose myself to him.
He stopped before me and did one last once-over before grunting his approval. "It's good."
Coming down from the tension, I chuckled and shook my head. "That's it? Just 'good?'"
He shrugged. "Does it need to be any more than that?"
"At least try to quantify what makes it good, right?"
He dropped himself back on the bench and propped his leg up. "Eh. I've never been good at quantifying things. Food. Music. Women... I like what I like." He gave me another meaningful appraisal, the implication anything but subtle. "So. You gonna change into something else now?"
It wasn't until the words were out of his mouth that I realized I'd been frozen in place, letting him examine me. I put my hands on my hips. "What is this, your personal fashion show?" I said playfully.
He grinned. "You call it what you want. I'll do the same."
With a shake of my head, I went back inside to change. Hm, what to change into next? Out of his line of sight, I felt some of my confidence come back. If he wanted a show, I was gonna give him one. I wanted to see how long he could hold out before trying to touch me. I opted for a low cut tee with cap sleeves. It afforded an even better, and dare I say juicier, view of my cleavage. Stepping back out, I felt his eyes immediately zone in on my chest, and I smirked. He stood again, mesmerized, and proceeded to prowl about me again. Once more, my body tensed up as I let him ogle me. My breathing was getting heavier, but then so was his. We were still even. I had to admit, as foreign a concept as it was, in this situation I was the bottom and he was the top. However, power bottoms were a thing, which was the only reason why I was letting him do this. I could already picture his face when I switched and became the top again.
"So is this one good too?" I quipped. He stopped in front of me and grunted again, nodding. Words were failing him, it seemed. He'd reverted back to caveman mode. Maybe he was going to throw me over his shoulder and bring me back to his cave and fuck me--
I inhaled sharply, pulling myself back to attention.
Snap out of it, Lexi.
I looked up, and he was staring at me intently. As if he could hypnotize me with his eyes. Though at this rate, that was entirely within the realm of possibilities.
Without another word, I retreated back into the stall, peeling off the top and tossing it aside. I needed something real sexy to bring this home. Lifting up the one dress I'd picked out, I narrowed my eyes. It required taking off my bra. I was about to win this silly game I was playing with myself. But then if he started touching me here, I supposed it wasn't just me playing.
I put the dress on and stepped out of the stall. I saw August raise an eyebrow when he saw it. Then again, it was pretty unassuming. He stood and wordlessly began circling me again, and he stopped when he got to the back of the dress. I resisted the temptation to turn and see his reaction, but the fact that he'd stopped in his tracks was reaction enough. This sexy black dress had absolutely no back, at least not until just below my back dimples. It was a good fit for me; breasts any bigger or smaller and the dress would end up exposing my nipples. As it was, it clung to my form perfectly, giving a gratuitous view of both my boobs and back.
He was still behind me when he spoke. "You're playing with fire," he growled.
"Maybe I like how it feels on my skin," I crooned back.
I felt his fingers slip in under the fabric to hold my waist. Instead of grinning in victory -- I'd won -- I mewled pathetically. He pulled me against his body, and I could feel his manhood pressing into the valley of my ass. And then he picked me up. My arms pinwheeled a bit before leveraging on his arms, then he backed us into the stall and closed the curtain.
"I'm sorry, Lexi," he rumbled, putting me back down while his hands explored my body under the dress. "I tried. I really did."
