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reds and purples.” I want tacky, I want slutty, I want
you under my spell…
    He
ended up taking me to an upmarket lingerie store. It was manned by a model-beautiful
assistant who had just the right level of snootiness to pull it off. She cooed
over Aaron, offering him champagne as he settled himself in a comfortable chair
in the private waiting room. However, she didn’t really irritate me like Mandy
did. I didn’t care though. My attention was taken by the stunning lingerie in
electrifying colors and expensive fabrics. I ran my hand along them childishly
before selecting the ones I wanted to try on. I swept into the changing room as
the assistant held the door open for me.
    “I
won’t need your help,” I told her with the well-practiced tone that I had
learned from my mother; the one she saved for women who were just as, if not
more so, attractive as her. It was the tone that put them in their place and
told them to back off from her man of the moment.  The woman merely raised an
eyebrow at me and wisely said nothing. No doubt she had come across the worst
of the mistresses and wives whose men brought them here to harness them into
pretty things and ensure that they were eternally whores, wife or not.
    The
first one I tried on was satin and lace, and red, red, red, as close to blood
as you could get. I adjusted my breasts in the cups that held them high and
accentuated the valley between them, promising heaven hidden by satin. The
panties were cut high in the leg and garnished with rosettes. I gave a smug
smile at myself before I put on the single red garter — and frowned. My thigh
was slimmer than I remembered. I took in the view of my entire body; all of me
was slimmer, except for the breasts, they had stayed the same. But otherwise I
could see my hip bones jutting out. I touched them, before sliding the flat of
my hand up to my ribs that were in plain view. What had happened to me? I was
still toned so I didn’t look like a complete skeleton, but I had always had
more meat on me than this.
    I
studied myself a while longer before taking a breath and forcing a smile. Skinny
freak or not, I had a job to do. I pushed the door open, exposing myself to
Aaron. To my disappointment, his eyes were on his phone and not on me. I suppressed
a sigh and walked closer so that I stood before him, hands on hips and beauty
queen smile on my lips.
    “What
do you think?” I asked.
    “It’s
fine.” He didn’t bother to raise his eyes from his phone.
    “You’re
not looking.”
    “I’ve
seen you naked a thousand times. Putting you in a pretty package doesn’t change
anything.” He finished typing his text before finally looking at me. “What are
you trying to do, Rachel? Manipulate me? All you succeed in doing is annoying
me.”
    I
felt like I’d been slapped. That was exactly what I was trying to do, but annoying? That motherfucker, he should be on his knees at my fucking feet. I didn’t let
my own annoyance show. I kept that trying smile on as if it were glued
there. I stepped between his open legs so I was right against the edge of the
chair, my bare legs rubbing against the denim covering his.
    “I
don’t want to manipulate you,” I said in a low, calm voice. “Or annoy you. What
I want to do is fuck you. I want you to find me desirable. You’ve given me no
indication that you even seem to think that I’m a…” girl “…woman.” That
was what I was now, wasn’t it? A woman? I had always been cursed with the body
of one, but now I really was one, out on my own, playing my own games…
    He
gave a slight noise, one of amusement maybe, but I couldn’t be sure. “How would
you like me to fuck you, then?”
    I
kept my eyes on his. Could this guy ever say anything nice? Finally, I caught
his hand and pulled him to his feet. He offered no resistance, coming up easily
and letting his phone fall onto the cushion of the chair. I dragged him over to
the floor to ceiling mirrors that dominated an entire wall, my