Opportunity Knocks ( PM to join )

[DeliciousMaiden]

Roxy

I listen as Damien explains about the operation that here merely helped fund.
I'll let you in on a secret, but you can't tell anyone, especially here.

"The family is great and all work hard, but I only accept all of this to keep them from figuring out that it was Guido who was their major benefactor."

Smiling I nod and sip at my wine unconsciously mirroring his movements.

"Yes most of the orginal customers and regulars here are treated just like that and react the same way in return. It's almost like a big, extended family here once you're accepted. "

I gaze round the room, but realised that behind the screen we're actually shut off from the rest of the customers. It feels very private, secluded suddenly.

"Now that you've come here with me that will extend to you too Rach. Welcome to the family."

Automatically I raise my glass, mimicking his toast and sip before putting the half empty glass down again. I glance away quickly.
Family huh? Well... family I'd had enough of ... my family was nothing like the noisy exhuberant people I'd met so far...

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Damien Wolff:

OOC: *sgs* just for you.

IC:

We enjoy a sumptious repast, including a special dessert we dare not turn down for fear the chef will commit hari kari (or seppku if you prefer).

Now well and comfortably full, a bit on the tipsy side for you and a very nice 'glow' for me, "Well Rach, as I have the evening free what would you like to do next?
"A Club? A drive on the Island along the beach and a bit of wading in the surf perhaps? Drive by my place to see the recording studio, and training facilities-well some of them at least?
"It's up to you Rach," and raising my glass of the excellent wine again in toast, "my newest property and rising star... Rach, The Wild One.
"Hey, that has a pretty good ring to it don't you think?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Roxie

OOC:

Thanks hun... things aren't good here... I needed to escape... hope you don't mind me letting Rach play with Damien for a while? xxx

IC:

With a sigh of satisfaction, I sip at my wine and look over at Damien.

"That was delicious. I won't eat again for a week!
Well... not like that ..."

I giggle and watch him sipping his wine, the table now cleared and the atmosphere in the restaurant seeming quiet and subdued.

"Well Rach, as I have the evening free what would you like to do next?
A Club? A drive on the Island along the beach and a bit of wading in the surf perhaps? Drive by my place to see the recording studio, and training facilities-well some of them at least?
It's up to you Rach,"

I giggle, not remembering quite how he had gotten into the habit of calling me Rach, but liking it.
I play with my glass and pause considering.

"I'm not sure how far I can walk, let alone dance ... "

I speak consideringly.



"A drive and walk sounds lovely ... I could use some fresh air ... "

Damien smiles and nods agreement.
Again he reaises his glass, stating;

"my newest property and rising star... Rach, The Wild One. "

I giggle and drain my glass thinking fleetingly that he makes me sound like some business he's captured with a takeover bid!

"Hey, that has a pretty good ring to it don't you think?"

I look at him consideringly.

"Maybe ... I don't think I like Roxie anymore anyhow... "

It doesn't sound quite right to me somehow, but it's an improvement already.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Damien Wolff:

"I agree. Roxie was a phase and you've outgrown her. Now you're Rach. My Rach and will be Rachel, The Wild One when the public sees you next seducing them with your sexy voice, songs and how you'll look."

Another sip and again the *ting* as crystal glasses touch.

"A walk and a drive it shall be then Rach."

"Excuse me a moment." Rising I disappear around the screen and return in a few moments and sit again.

"As soon as he finishes his dessert, same as ours and can't have a disembowled chef can we *chuckling*, he'll get the car and come and get us."

Dividing the last of the wine between us, "Now Rach, I hope you're ready to get to work on building the new you.
"I want to get started tomorrow morning. The sooner we get going the faster I can present RACH, The Wild One, to the world so she can knock their socks off and start the money machine pouring cash into our pockets as the profits mount."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Rachael Myers

"I agree. Roxie was a phase and you've outgrown her.
Now you're Rach. My Rach and will be Rachel, The Wild One when the public sees you next seducing them with your sexy voice, songs and how you'll look."

I nod in agreement, feeling strangely warmed by the words, "my Rach". I'm not sure about the wild bit, but figure he knows best in this case.
Again the toast and the wine sipped and enjoyed.


"A walk and a drive it shall be then Rach.
Excuse me a moment."

I smile happily and watch him leave.
I look round the restaurant, down at the all but empty bottle of fine wine and hardly dare believe it!
Could it be that all that singing in those run down clubs had actually paid off?
I look up as Damien returns.

"As soon as he finishes his dessert, same as ours and can't have a disembowled chef can we, he'll get the car and come and get us."

I listen to his chuckle and let my eyes run over him.
I decide I like Damien and that although he was a business man through and through, he would be ... challenging ... to work with.

"Now Rach, I hope you're ready to get to work on building the new you.
I want to get started tomorrow morning.
The sooner we get going the faster I can present RACH, The Wild One, to the world so she can knock their socks off and start the money machine pouring cash into our pockets as the profits mount."

Drinking slowly as I eye the newly filled glass I nod.

"I can't wait... I'm ready ... "

I giggle and sip the wine.

"I don't know how you're gonna do it, but ... "

I shrug acceptingly.

"I'm with you boss..."

I quirk a mischievous smile and hear his deep chuckle once more.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Damien Wolff:

"However, there is one horrid chore we must do first. One you may hate Rach, but it has to be done before tomorrow.
"Sorry, but that's the way it has to be."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Rachael Myers

"However, there is one horrid chore we must do first. One you may hate Rach, but it has to be done before tomorrow.
Sorry, but that's the way it has to be."

I look at him confused and questionning.

"Horrid chore, Damien?
What do we have to do ... and before tomorrow?"

I ask anxiously.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Damien Wolff:

My hands reach over and take yours as I look into your eyes and say in a serious tone of voice, "Something I know all women hate.
We have to stop and buy you some appropriate attire for your first workout tomorrow Rach.
"We have to go shopping."

The twinkle in his blue eyes begins to dance as his lips tighten but the smile lines at the sides of his mouth and corners of his eyes deepen as he tries to surpress a smile and laugh.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Rachael Myers

I watch warily as he takes my hands in his.
I see him looking earnestly into my eyes and try to shake the slight euphoria the situation and the wine has caused.

"Something I know all women hate. "

I look down at my hands surrounded in his large ones and then raise my eyes to his face again, still not understanding what the horrible chore is.

"We have to stop and buy you some appropriate attire for your first workout tomorrow Rach.
We have to go shopping."

I look at him and replay the words doing a double take.

.... shopping...? ....

I see the humour in his eyes then and see his lips twitch.
I want to slap him and tell him off for teasing, but I just lower my eyes to our hands and comment quitely.

"Shopping? ... Ohhh.. no... well... I suppose if we must ..."

I make a theatrical sigh and look up at him once more, unable to hold back the grin as I shake my head thinking how crazy he is and not at all what I expected.

"So ... um... when you say we ... you mean you're coming shopping with me... don't you delegate all that stuff.... I mean ... a man... shopping...?.... "

I tease, cheek dimpling with mischief now.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Damien Wolff:

A hand leaves yours and the back of it is pressed to his forehead, "Ohhhh woe is me.
"Such is the life of a manager. I just haaave to micromanage every single apect of my property and new star's soon to be metoric rise on the charts that I can't trust a single aspect of it to another person.
"Ohhhh Wooooe is Meeee."

A pause, choking, and then laughter, gales of it.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Rachael Myers

I watch his theatrical performance and shake my head trying to make sense of this strange man.

"Such is the life of a manager. I just haaave to micromanage every single apect of my property and new star's soon to be metoric rise on the charts that I can't trust a single aspect of it to another person.
Ohhhh Wooooe is Meeee."

I watch his unrestrained laughter, enjoying his mirth, before dissolving into giggles myself.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Jack, the chauffer & Damien Wolff:

Walking around the screen, seeing this merriment and smiling and chuckling must because it's infectious, "Damien, the car's out front."

"Fine Jack. Let us say out goodbyes and we'll be right out."

Jack nods and heads back out to where the car's double parked out front.

Standing he pulls out his wallet and slides a fifty dollar bill under the edge of his plate then offers you his hand.

When you rise he wraps your hand around his arm and heads off around the screen.

As boisterious a goodbye as welcome, this time with you also getting a big hug and entreaties to return again with or without Damien and we're out the door.

In the limo he drops the back of a jump seat to reveal a bar and makes two light drinks and hands you one.

"Jack, take us to the big Mall please. Rach needs some outfits."

"Certainy Damien. This time of night we should be there in about 20-30 minutes.
"May I close the privacy screen now?"

"Sure Jack, that would be fine."

A soft *whirrrr* and a blank dark screen rises from behind the drivers seat to close it off from the rear compartment.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Rachael Myers

"Damien, the car's out front."

I turn in suprise having almost forgotten the driver.

"Fine Jack. Let us say out goodbyes and we'll be right out."

Before I can catch his eye, he's gone back round the screen.

Turning I automatically move my hand into Damien's and feel him tuck it around his arm. I allow myself to be guided past the screen and over to where the "family" await to say there goodbyes. Somewhat taken aback by their warmth and invitations to return with or without Damien, I'm then left breathless by the great bear hugs and kisses on the cheek.
I smile rosily and am thankful when Damien takes my hand once more to guide me out of the restaurant and to the car.

"Friendly people... "

I comment softly, overwhelmed, but having enjoyed the whole strange experience.

Damien grins and hands me into the limo. I hardly notice as it pulls away. my attention focused on the bar and Damien who is mixing drinks. Automatically I accept one and sip tentatively realising it tastes good.

"Jack, take us to the big Mall please. Rach needs some outfits."

My eyes widen wondering why we are going shopping at this time of night.

"Certainy Damien. This time of night we should be there in about 20-30 minutes.
May I close the privacy screen now?"

I hear the whirr as Damien agrees and eye the black screen cutting us off from Jack in the front.
I sip my drink and turn to Damien.

"Why are we going shopping now?
I thought we were going to the beach ...?"

I ask curiously.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Damien Wolff:

"Oh we are, but if we don't do this now then it will take time away from tomorrow's work.
"Since the Mall's on the way to the Island anyway why not do it now and be done with it.
"Tell me your sizes Rach, you know all of the measurement stuff and your dress size."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Rachael Myers

"Oh we are, but if we don't do this now then it will take time away from tomorrow's work.
Since the Mall's on the way to the Island anyway why not do it now and be done with it?"

I nod.

"Makes sense. I guess we will have alot to do tomorrow.."

I sip my drink and decide not to think about tomorrow's hectic schedule yet.

"Tell me your sizes Rach, you know all of the measurement stuff and your dress size."

I nod and take the pad and pencil Damien holds out to me, parting company with my almost empty drink finally.

I scribble down measurements 36 C - 24 - 38

And list shoe and dress size to date.

"I tend to go for "medium" in the sort of stuff I've worn on stage ... can't remember the last time I wore a proper dress or anything too feminine... so I'm not sure what is right for me any more... as a rule I was top and bottom heavy, or my waist was too small... "

I shrug.

"Easy to mask being out of proportion in this kinda gear..."

I mutter dismissively as I hand back the pad, expecting him to look at the measurements and think again about the "sexy wild" look he had wanted to create.

OOC:

Not sure how dress/shoe sizes translate from UK to USA so let's adlib... <g>

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Damien Wolff:

"Well we're going to shoot for sultry, sensuous, and sexy so that's what you'll be wearing all of the time from now on unless I let you wear something else. You may as well become accustomed and used to the look and the looks so neither will bother you later on Rach."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Rachael Myers

"Well we're going to shoot for sultry, sensuous, and sexy so that's what you'll be wearing all of the time from now on unless I let you wear something else.
You may as well become accustomed and used to the look and the looks so neither will bother you later on Rach..."

I drain my glass and put it down on the bar.
I feel slightly light headed, but still feel good.

"OK... if that's what you want... "

I agree casually.
Somehow I can't see myself as sultry, sensuous and sexy, but if that was what he was going to try to create, who was I to argue?
In my slightly intoxicated state, I didn't argue with the fact that Damien would decide what I wore and what I did.
For this evening at least, it all seemed perfectly reasonable...

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Damien Wolff:

We arrive at the Mall and Jack drops us at the main entrance. Your hand on my arm inside we go.

The first stop is a Fredrick's of Hollywood style lingerie shop. Having your sizes I walk the racks pulling things and handing them to you.

Bras, thong and very lacy high cut French style panties, bustiers, chamises, thigh high stockings and a couple of stretch lace teddies.

Looking through the arm load of things your holding I take out a matching demi bra and thong pantie set then hand it to you and take the rest from you.

"Here Rach, try these on and let me see you in them. If these two fit so will all of the rest," I say as I lead you to a dressing room and stand waiting at the door for you to change.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Rachael Myers

Again Damien takes my hand as he helps me out of the limo and with my hand firmly tucked in his arm I let him guide me through the Mall. I look in suprise as Damien walks into the lingerie shop. I hadn't expected to be kitted out quite so thoroughly and am still more suprised as I watch Damien moving through the rails and pulling out item after item.

I watch mutely, a sense of unreality settling.
I wonder why I don't protest and wonder if the alcohol has made me slightly crazy.
Item after item is handed to me until my arm is full.
Finally only one outfit is selected, a small bra and thong pantie set!

"Here Rach, try these on and let me see you in them."

I look at him a bit taken aback at the idea of showing myself to him almost naked!

"YOU want to see me in THIS?"

I giggle. I had never worn anything like that before, with so little fabric it was hardly worth wearing at all!

"I think this is a girl thing ... don't you have a female who can shop for this kinda stuff with me...this outift is almost non-existant!?"

I just knew that I'd hate how I looked in this and that I certainly wouldn't have the nerve to stand in front of him half naked.

He doesn't respond at first, merely continues, his voice steady, but forceful.

"... if these two fit so will all of the rest,"

I halt as he leads me to the dressing room knowing I really have to make a stand.

"All the others?"

I question.

"Can't I just stick pick one and of these outfits myself and then see how it goes... I don't usually wear all this frill and lace stuff ... "

I blush unable to make out his expression.
I look up at him, cheeks glowing rosily.
I knew I shouldn't start being awkward, so I offer a compromise.

" ... can't I kinda build up to it slowly ... after all ... no one knows what I have on underneath do they.
It's not that important is it?"

I sigh realising, as if for the first time that I had had a long day, topped off with too much to eat and drink.

"Can't we just stick to buying dresses.... and stuff tonight.... sor the rest out tomorrow ...?"

I suggest lamely.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Damien Wolff:

"Now we start at the skin and work our way out so I know how it will all look when you're wearing it.
"Of course now Rach. I've seen you and so have many others in your shoots wearing that little. Hell a thong at the beach shows that much.
"Now change please so we can finish our shopping and take that drive.
"Oh and try on a pair of these thigh highs too, they're handed to you, and if they all fit leave them on so we can see how it all looks once we get you a couple of outfits to wear over them."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Rachael Myers

"Now we start at the skin and work our way out so I know how it will all look when you're wearing it.
Of course now Rach. I've seen you and so have many others in your shoots wearing that little. Hell a thong at the beach shows that much.
Now change please so we can finish our shopping and take that drive. "

I look at him and try to formulate a protest.
Somehow I know that there is some reason I shouldn't do this, but his explanation, his reasoning makes perfect sense, so I take turn towards the dressing room.

"Oh and try on a pair of these thigh highs too and if they all fit leave them on so we can see how it all looks once we get you a couple of outfits to wear over them."

I nod obediently.

"OK, Damien..."

I agree.

Once in the changing room I slip out of my clothes, throwing them over a chair and slip on the skimpy panties and bra. I look at myself in the mirror and turn slowly. Not bad I guessed, but I wasn't sure what to think. I pulled on the thigh highs and smiled liking the feel of them and the way they contrasted with the lingerie.

Taking a deep breath I moved to the door of the changing room and stuck my head out before I lost my nerve.

"OK.. come in and see..."

I invited shyly.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Damien Wolff:

I enter and close the door behind me. Luckily the room is large enough for two and still has enough room for moving about.

"Okay looks good. Turn around slowly and let me see how it looks all the way around."

As you turn, "Stop. Bend a bit and shake your behind side to side a couple of times with your feet a bit apart.
"Yeah, like that."

"Okay up and keep turning for me. Good. Looks good.
"Now Rach bend a bit facing me and shake your shoulders so we can be sure you won't fall of of the half cups."

"Ummm, hmm. Okay."

"Now take a look at yourself in the mirror. Come on Rach, go ahead," I coax. "Look at how sexy you look in those. Hot looking aren't you Rach?"

"Now turn your upper body toward me, bend forward a bit and give me your sexiest, "Come here and fuck me." look."

"Ohh, yeah. That's it. Just right. Just that look on an album cover is good for at least 50,000 album sales."

An apparently spontaneous hug and kiss then, "Okay, I'll pay for all of this."

Taking the two tags from the thong and bra, I walk out saying over my shoulder, " Pull on your clothes and toss the old bra and panties. You won't be wearing them again. Meet you at the register desk."

Leaving you to dress again I go and pay for all we've bought. You arrive just in time to see me signing a credit card slip totalling over $300.00.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Rachael Myers

I step back as Damien enters the changing room.
He seems very large and takes up much of the space.
His eyes run over my body, but his words are assesssing, almost impersonal as he comments.

"Okay looks good. Turn around slowly and let me see how it looks all the way around."

I nod and turn slowly.

"Stop. "

His tone is reminiscent of the bored photographers and some of the shoots I'd attended. Their voices monotonous as they instruct yet another model and concentrate on the picture, not the person.

"Bend a bit and shake your behind side to side a couple of times with your feet a bit apart. "

I look at him quizzically, but bend over and shake my behind as instructed, wondering why but just complying.

"Yeah, like that."

I straighten and Damien continues.

"Okay up and keep turning for me. Good. Looks good.
Now Rach bend a bit facing me and shake your shoulders so we can be sure you won't fall of of the half cups."

I smile and oblige. The whole scenaro seems strange to me, but I watch Damien's eyes as I jiggle before him and he mutters approbation.

"Ummm, hmm. Okay."

As he lifts his eyes to my face, I meet his look with a grin, more amused than embarassed.

"Now take a look at yourself in the mirror. "

I shake my head.

"Come on Rach, go ahead,"

His hand is on mine as he draws me to the mirror, his voice forcing me to meet my reflection.

"Look at how sexy you look in those."

I let my eyes wonder over my body as if noticing my figure for the first time.

"Hot looking aren't you Rach?"

I blush and nod faintly.

"Now turn your upper body toward me, bend forward a bit and give me your sexiest, "Come here and fuck me." look."

I turn my back on the mirror and turn towards him, leaning forward and finally let myself feel sexy as I look at him, eyes half lowered, but appealing.

"Ohh, yeah. That's it. Just right.
Just that look on an album cover is good for at least 50,000 album sales."

Before I can protest, my almost naked body is held against him in a paternal hug as he smiles down at me.
Somehow I'm ridiculously pleased that he is pleased.
I'd never cared much about pleasing anyone before, quite the reverse in fact.
The kiss is fleeting, then he pulls away and announces that he's off to pay for all the garments.
I know that protest is useless.
I assume he knows what he's doing.

" Pull on your clothes and toss the old bra and panties.
You won't be wearing them again.
Meet you at the register desk."

I make no answer.
My compliance is assumed and I do as I'm told, finding the feel of the new underwear strange beneath my own clothes.

Making my way quickly to the cash desk I see the large amount paid out already for just underwear.
Waiting until the assistant has moved away I whisper.

"Are you sure I need all those outfits straight away?
It seems an awful lot?"

But Damien dismisses my comments and tells me that this is his business and he knows best.
I shrug and accept.
The novelty of clothes shopping is finally beginning to appeal.
Never one for dress up or appearances, I'm curious as to what Damien has in store for me.

" So.... what now...?"

I ask looking round.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Damien Wolff:

"Now my dear Rach we add the next layer to the new you look. Dresses and other clothing."

The next stop is a sporting clothing shop. I have you try on sports bras that will hold and support you as you exercise, and yet allow me to see your breasts, or part of them, at the same time. Their support creates a wonderful cleavage.

Next comes skin tight shorts. Some with legs that reach to mid thigh and some the don't even cover the underswell of your ass cheeks.

After that comes leotards, again skin tight, and leg warmers in colors to match the leotards. Then cross training shoes and dance slippers.

Once that several hundred dollar bill is paid, and since Jack has joined us, I hand him the bags we've aquired so far and it's off to a very exclusive dress store.

Here I have you try on dress after dress and pick out several for you. One is a black sheath cocktail dress with a slit up the side to mid hip. Another is an off the shoulder deep red dress the reached to just above your knees and displays a generous amount of clevage and the tops of your breasts. The third is a strapless formal gown that hugs your body in all of the appropriate places and is sexily demure. To those three are added several dresses that can be worn out under any but formal circumstances. Finally several skirts and blouses. All of these with high heeled shoes to match of various styles.

This time the bill reaches four figures. All of the dresses have been 'fitted' and alterations will be done within two days. I tell Jack to make a note to pick them up and he does on his PDA.

Jack's sent for the car as we make our final stop here in the Mall. We go into a trendy shop catering to the younger crowd and Goth adherents.

There I pick out several outfits that are sultry, slutty and sexy as hell and have you try on each and let me see you in them. Some sans bra and some wearing your new one.

All reveal a lot of skin, but hint at what's covered in a demanding and sexy way. The last one I have you try on is a light weight cotton shirt dress and I have you try it on with nothing under it.

"Last one for tonight Rach. Let's see how it looks on you with no underwear at all other than stocking and heels," I'd kept the shoe box containing heeled sandal shoes with straps the wrap up to just below the knees for this shop.

I watch looking and judging. "Nope wrong color for you. Be right back."

Within two minutes I've returned with another in a light cotton dress that compliments your hair color and eye color much better, again the same light cotton fabric.

"Here Rach, give this one a try."

I watch as you change dresses and then smile, "Yesss, excellent. Look in the mirror now Rach. Look at how it hugs your breasts and show your nipples, without really being able to see them, just hinting at their color but defining them.
"Look how it moulds to your ass and hints at the cleft, but again without showing a thing.
"Ohhh yes. Rachel, The Wild One, will knock 'em dead with her looks as well as her sexy body and face. Add your sexy singing voice and we're a hit."

Taking the tag from that dress and picking up your new underwear I start for the counter to pay for all of this too saying, "Come on my Rach. May as well get used to the looks you'll draw and the open mouths.
"Besides it's not only good for your ego, but mine as well. Since you'll be holding my arm, everyone one will know your mine and with me.
" Being seen with such a sexy woman is one hell of an ego boost for me too you know."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Rachael Myers

”Now my dear Rach we add the next layer to the new you look.
Dresses and other clothing."

I walk beside him, my arm tucked in his arm as has seemed to become the norm.
I stand before a shop selling sports clothing and look at Damien quizzically.

”Do I really need much from here?”

But he bustles me in and once more goes for the underwear first, picking a range of sports bras. Trying them on they feel more substantial, but even I’m aware of the deep cleavage they create, but assume that it’s merely a by-product of functional underwear.

I allow Damien to steer me through a range of sports outfits: leggings and shorts of all types, all figure hugging … finally leotards and legwarmers topped off by training shoes and dance slippers.

My eyes boggle at the amount of work this clothing represents… just how hard was I going to have to work out … and was he expecting me to take dance lessons too?
Still, I feel more at ease in those garments and smile at Jack as he takes the packages to the car before Damien once more takes my hand and leads me towards yet another store.

Pausing in the doorway, I suddenly feel self-conscious in my clothes as I look round the plush and obviously expensive shop.
Again Damien takes charge.
Marvelling at how much he knows about women’s fashions and about styles and image I stand overwhelmed as he leads me round.
Turning obediently to change I pull on a black cocktail dress that seems to hang like a second skin on me. Turning round showing Damien, I realise just how right he was about the underwear. Wisely Damien starts with the black item and then moves on to deep red. Looking at my reflection the colour shocks. It is so unlike anything I’ve ever worn before, but it is the cleavage that jumps out at me. I glance back uncertainly at Damien wondering if it is “too much”. As if noticing my unease he comments smoothly,

“It’s fine Rach … just look at yourself… “

I nod and take the strapless gown from him barely noticing that he is standing inside the changing room now as I pull on each dress, whilst I change behind a whispy curtain. Emerging again I face the mirror this time as Damien circles me and runs his hands along the fabric, nodding approvingly. I smile and accept his judgement.

The stream of garments seems endless.
After the three sensationally formal dresses, Damien hands me an array of skirts and blouses: Some skirts are straight and hug the hips outlining my curves, some are floaty and feminine and some are extremely short. The blouses are well tailored and sheer and vary in style. All these outfits are accompanied with co-ordinating heels.
I slip in and out of each set, hardly worrying about moving behind the partition as I pull the garments on and off, after all, Damien has seen me in my underwear when we bought it!

Finally the choices are made.
Unknown to me, he has made notes and hands these to the assistant who finally materialises.

I slump onto the chair in the room.
It had been a long day and I had had enough now.
Shopping like this had never been my thing.

”Rach… the three dresses again … “

He instructs as I turn and slip into them one by one and the assistant measures, tweaks and takes notes for them to be fitted exactly and then delivered.

With relief I hear Damien tell me to get dressed and meet him at the desk.
My clothes feel strange now as I slip them over my new underwear.
Thankfully I see Damien straighten as I approach.

”Are we finished now…?”

I ask hopefully.

”Almost Rach … this is just the beginning of your hard work… we have just one more call to make … “

Leaning on his arm, I walk beside Damien as he makes his way to the end of the mall and leads me to a Goth shop.
My interest is peaked. The range of clothes is wide verging from the outrageous to the downright indecent.

”You’re not serious?”

I question incredulously.

”Let’s see what we can find shall we Rach?”

He murmurs as he leads me through the door.
Naturally I move towards the section with heavy leather, dark black, all enveloping body huggers.
He takes my hand and draws me away gently, but firmly.

”This… is what we want …”

He announces, watching for my reaction.
The outfits leave little to the imagination. The fabric is sheer and scantily cut.

”You are kidding right, Damien?”

I ask dubiously.

”Try this one on…”

He offers, picking up a black meshed number.
I take the hanger and move to the changing room.
Slipping it over me, it feels like a cross between the underwear and the cocktail dresses.

”Damien..?”

I move in front of the mirror and call him over.

”Yeah…that really shows your figure Rach… but it’s eye catching … don’t you think..?”

I look at the reflection.

”I don’t know … “

The sheer material is cleverly folded so it’s not transparent and yet …

”Now this one…”

One my one Damien urges me to try on the outfits, each getting more daring.
After my initial anxiety, Damien grins as he hands me the new selection, almost daring me to try it on. Somehow during the process it turns into a game.
One after the other, I pour myself into the outfits and come out of the changing room to show Damien. Playing the vamp, I strut round the shop and am rewarded by his deep chuckle.

”Ok… since you’ve taken to it.. now this one.. and minus underwear!”

I turn to protest, but meet his amused challenge.

”Ok..”

I agree, shrugging nonchalantly as I hear his amusement as I slip out of both the previous outfit and my new underwear to pull on the sheer garment.
Damien nods his approbation and hands me another and then another outfit.
Finally tiring of the game, I sigh as he holds out yet another garment.

"Last one for tonight Rach.
Let's see how it looks on you with no underwear at all other than stocking and heels,"

I nod hoping fervently that this will be the last.
Subdued I slip into the light shirtdress and slipping into my heels walk out of the changing room.
Damien walks around me and nods without comment.
Then he comments.

”Nope wrong color for you. Be right back."

I sigh with exasperation and await his return.

"Here Rach, give this one a try."

I take the garment.

”… and wear these with it …”

I take the heeled sandal shoes and move back to the changing room.
Discarding the old dress choice, I slip into the new one and kick off the heels in favour of the heeled sandal shoes.
Again I move beyond the changing room and stand before Damien, hoping this will do.
As if noticing my apathy, Damien moves his hands to my shoulders and deliberately turns me to face the mirror.
His eyes meet mine in the reflection.

"Yesss, excellent. Look in the mirror now Rach …”

Obediently I focus my attention again and pivot on the heels turning to view the dress.
His voice continues, almost hypnotic as he draws my attention to what I’m seeing.

”Look at how it hugs your breasts and show your nipples, without really being able to see them, just hinting at their colour but defining them.
Look how it moulds to your ass and hints at the cleft, but again without showing a thing. “

I meet his eyes in the mirror once more.

"Ohhh yes. Rachel, The Wild One, will knock 'em dead with her looks as well as her sexy body and face.
Add your sexy singing voice and we're a hit."

I grin. His enthusiasm is infectious.
He bundles up the clothes and pulls the tag from the dress.

"Come on my Rach. May as well get used to the looks you'll draw and the open mouths. “

I stand aghast.

”You want me to go out … dressed like this… I thought this was for … publicity … covers… I …”

But he ignores my protests and continues carried away with his enthusiasm.

”Besides it's not only good for your ego, but mine as well.
Since you'll be holding my arm, everyone one will know your mine and with me.
Being seen with such a sexy woman is one hell of an ego boost for me too you know."

Seeing him scoop up my discarded clothes and underwear, I have no choice but to follow. As he pays I wonder where we’re going now.
Hopefully just for a drive.
I know it’s getting late and I’m hardly dressed now for a walk on the beach.
I walk beside him as we finally make our way to the limo.
Exhausted, I slide thankfully in and relax against the plush interior.