No use pretending it was a one time thing anymore. Not when Mary Jane found herself shopping for... an outfit for Ben, the young man she had no business shopping for. The thought of herself in such a detailed getup, under his order, felt so dirty and yet... Mary Jane shivered, knowing she was anticipating doing his bidding, waiting to do whatever it was her student wanted to do with her.
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Focus now. Choose a bra, for the love of God.
I picked up two that caught my eye, one looked like it was less than a half cup, I wondered if it would contain me. The other had tasteful touch where the lace was concerned but practically transparent otherwise. I shivered as I imagined how Ben's eyes would look when he saw me in it.
"These are the ones you want to try?" Amber materialized at my elbow.
"Yes... yes. I'll need to find some panties too, though."
"Sure. I'll just hold them for you."
"Oh, of course," I said, handing them over to her.
"I'll wait over there," she waved toward the counter and the changing room beyond it. "Unless you need any help before that...?"
I nodded. "Of course. I'll call you if I do."
She gave another smile before retreating. I wanted to laugh at myself because that little knowing look from her was giving me another thrill.
Who knew how putting together an outfit could give you so much excitement?
Well, not an outfit really. A costume.
Ben had been specific in his demands. "That crisp white shirt you probably have by the dozen, a black skirt... you call it pencil? Huh. A black pencil skirt-and those high heels you wore at that luncheon."
I was surprised. "You remember my shoes from that university luncheon... all those months ago?"
"Oh, I remember."
