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colours, but that was what she was tryin’ to get away
from, so she walked to another rack. Too neon. Too skimpy. Too
childish.
    Sighing, she glanced back at him.
    Much to her relief, Damien wasn’t paying the clerks much
mind. He looked a little bored of the whole shopping thing, but he
offered her a smile of encouragement before he spoke up.
    “Nothin’ catching your eye, Britney?” he asked
curiously, taking a look around the racks before he called out to the
sales clerks.
    “Yes, sir? How may we help you?” they asked, their
voices fawning in that way Britney knew from when one of her
coworkers was overtly flirtin’ with a customer.
    “My girl here needs the prettiest damn dress you can fish up
for her. I’m taking her out on a special excursion tonight, and
I need you to go find a few choice ones for her to try on. Sky’s
the limit,” he said firmly, meeting eyes with Britney the whole
time.
    But she couldn’t hold his gaze for long, and quickly she was
hiding her expression beneath blonde hair. Her smile could brighten
up the night’s sky, but she was still too shy to share that
with him, to share what his compliments and words truly meant to her.
    It touched her in a place she didn’t know she could be
touched.
    “I’ll give you a moment’s peace to sort it out,”
he said to Britney as he began to back up. “I’ll just
take a smoke break then come back. No pressure, take your time, hun.
And remember: anythin’ you want. Anything!” he said
with a grin before he turned and left the store.
    She had to admit that with him gone, she felt a little less
pressure, at least, and when one of the sales women came back with a
handful of options, her excitement flared up again. In the change
room, trying on one after another, she didn’t know what one to
pick. It was so hard to tell in her bobby socks and her helmet
tousled hair, how she’d really look in the dress.
    She discarded one after another into the maybe pile until she got
to a pale dress with colourful flowers adorning the fabric. When she
slid into it, it just... clicked. The bottom flared out as she spun
before gathering loosely around her legs.
    Her hand went to her chest, though, hiding the newfound cleavage
that popped out of it. The V-neck was severe, the halter gathering
around her neck, and she had no idea if she’d even make it out
of the dressing room let alone into the dance.
    She fastened the belt around her waist, though, and when she
looked at herself, she looked like a different person. Someone fun
and happy and sexy all at once.
    “How’s it going?” asked one of the sales
associates and she was jarred back to reality.
    “I think this one’s good!” Britney said.
    “Come on out and we’ll have a look?”
    She was nervous, but she peeked out, and the sales woman looked...
it was hard to say. Britney knew her outfit had done the job, though.
    “You’ll need a different bra,” she pointed out,
and Britney felt another wave of embarrassment before nodding. “And
do you have shoes? We have some really cute pin-up style heels.”
    “Uhm, yea, I need shoes.”
    By the time the sales woman came back and Britney found herself
with a complete outfit, she could barely contain herself.
    Damien strolled on in, so casually confident as he looked her up
and down. With a pointed whistle he showed his obvious approval.
    “Damn girl, that’s the one alright,” he said,
one thumb hooked into his belt, dragging his waistline a little lower
as he tongued the seam of his lower lip. “Now there won’t
be no denyin’ that I’ve got the hottest damn date at the
dance. Not that they could before.”
    Crass as ever, he let slip a few things there. The fact that he
was billing it as a date first and foremost.
    It made her feel like flying. She couldn’t believe what he
was saying, and his look of appreciation that hinted at something
darker...
    Her stomach clenched with excitement, and she ran back to the
dressing room, stripping out of