�Rock on.�
Morgan turned to her.
�So you like it? She wants to make you a few more. Figures you�d most likely wear something with slightly riskier phrases than Anna.�
Another girl name. Does that mean she actually knows a group of girls? It sorta scares me to think that she might spend her time entirely with boys.
�Yeah, if she wants, she can make me anything that she wants. I�ll pay her of course��
�Nope, just tell people where you got �em and she�ll make them for you for free. She thinks of you as a walking billboard.�
Smiling, she nodded at him before taking a glimpse towards me, where I probably had a confused look on my face.
�Sierra is Morgan�s younger sister and Anna is their cousin. Nice girls. Sierra is a very awesome designer, makes all sorts of clothes for me, especially for Halloween. Oooh� she makes awesome Halloween costumes.�
She likes Halloween? Very cool.
�Go try �em on. I want to see my sister�s handiwork and if those pants look as awesome as I think they will on you.�
Shrugging, she picked up the pants and went into the dressing room to the left of mine. Returning to mine, I quickly switched into the blue shirt she�d handed me and another pair of pants, hoping to see Kara the moment she walked out of the changing room.
I hate trying on clothes. It�s too tedious.
Coming out of the room, I noticed Morgan had taken Kara�s place flopped in the chair, waiting to see my woman as well.
�Dude, that shirt works for you.�
�You think?�
�Guuuuuys��
We both turned to the purple curtain where Kara�s voice had whined from.
�Yeah?�
�What�s up sweetie?�
There was a pause, as if she was debating whether or not to ask whatever she�d just been thinking about asking.
�Can one of you guys help me?�
I felt my eyes widen. She�s in a dressing room� perhaps only half dressed, wanting help from one of us. Swinging my head back at Morgan, I saw him smirking at me before gesturing for me to go in.
�I know what she needs. It�s no big deal. She�ll still be dressed.�
Damn it.
Pulling the curtain back slowly, giving her time to scream if she was unprepared for company, I entered, seeing her sitting on the ledge of the counter, her tank top on with her short black skirt and her boots.
�I need help.�
The way she looked at me was incredibly pathetic, so that I ended up smiling and trying not to laugh at whatever plight she�d gotten herself into.
�What�s wrong?�
Her eyes slowly traveled to her boots, frowning at them.
�I hate these shoes.�
Chuckling, I looked at the knee high leather boots that added two inches to her height and made her legs look longer than they actually were.
�Why do you hate your shoes?�
�I can�t get them off.�
Her whining was almost as good as mine. A little more work� she might be able to beat me with those big green eyes and pouting lips that any red-blooded, heterosexual male would want to devour.
�And so you need my help?�
Pitifully, she nodded.
�Alright.�
Kneeling in the floor, I placed my hands on the back of her heel and on her toes, gently pulling so the boot would let go of her foot and leg.
�Wow.�
This isn�t all that hard, Kara.
�What?�
�That shirt� you have to get that shirt. If you don�t, I�m buying it for you. If I don�t have enough money, I�m shoplifting it.�
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He was more stunning in that shirt than I�d thought. It made his eyes� glow.
�Alright, I�ll buy the shirt.�
He looked seriously confused, but flattered.
�It looks really good on you.�
�Thanks.�
Moving to my other shoe, he pulled it off with the same ease, gently rubbing my calves afterwards to rid the indentions the shoes of hell had put into them. Pushing off of the shelf, I landed so Nick lost his balance, catching himself leaning backwards with his legs underneath him, me slightly straddling his thighs.
Okay, this is dangerous.
�Uh hi.�
I giggled a little more demonically than I originally intended to.
�Hi.�
Blinking rapidly, he glanced down then back up to my face, repeating this process a couple of times. Eventually, I glanced down only to notice that if my skirt crept up any more, he�d be able to tell me what color underwear I happened to be wearing. Turning our eyes up at the same time, he blushed at being caught so obviously.
�Buy the shirt.�
Wordlessly, he nodded, swallowing hard in the process while I ran my hands over the soft cotton that clung gently to his chest. Before I could gauge what was happening, I felt one of his fingers slowly trailing up the back of my right thigh, quickly getting dangerously close to the little bit of non-exposed skin.
�Promise me you�ll take that shirt.�
Glancing down at the gray tank top with �Kinky� written on it in loopy green glittery letters, I purposely ignored the tickling sensation that accompanied his wandering hand.
�Promise.�
Before giving him a chance to realize what was happening, I shimmied up his thighs until my hips made contact with his for a moment before kissing his nose and jumping to my feet, tugging the skirt down to its rightful place. I gently kicked at his leg as he stared straight in front of him, suddenly flushed and wide-eyed.
�Get out. I wanna try on my pants.�
Nodding, he didn�t attempt to move.
�Warn me next time, please.�
It was almost monotone, only punctuated by him staring at me helplessly from the floor. Reaching down for his hands, I helped pull him to his feet, turning him around and pushing him out through the curtain.
�But what would be the fun in that?�
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