Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,55
no doubt rest above my hipbones, the other that will wrap around my mid-hip. Then there are straps that hang down with small clips, no doubt garters that hook on to nylons.
“You don’t have to wear thigh-highs with those,” Lenora’s voice softly explains.
Turning my head, I look back over my shoulder. Her lips curve up into a small smile. She closes the distance between us. I watch her hand as she reaches past me and takes a small package off of the wall.
“You slip these up your thighs then clip the garters to the hook, instead of wearing complete thigh highs. Unless you want thigh highs, I have those too,” she explains.
I think about Massimo and what he might like. I have no clue what he finds sexy, but I think that he would find this entire outfit completely shocking. He wouldn’t expect it from me and for some reason, I want to surprise him.
“I don’t know,” I mumble.
Lenora doesn’t laugh at me and I can’t see even an ounce of judgment in her eyes as she watches me. “Men like thigh highs, but they like this look too. Let’s get you one of each. Something with thigh highs and this without?”
Licking my lips, I dip my chin in a nod. “Okay,” I agree.
“What color do you think for the other outfit? I love this red for you, by the way,” she says, chatting as she takes the pieces from my hand and heads toward the opposite wall of where I’m standing.
“This one only comes in black, but it’s really, really, sexy. Like off the charts,” she says as she reaches for a black one-piece, then turns around facing me as she holds it in the air.
It’s a bodysuit, but it’s not like one I’ve ever seen before. There is no bra at all not even an illusion of one, it’s completely cupless. There is a small underwire at the bust, and an outline of straps that make a triangle, but then nothing where the cups would be.
The waist is cinched in by small strings of ribbon that give it an appearance of a corset. Everything else on the outfit is sheer mesh fabric, and four long pieces hang down.
I lift my eyes back up to the cupless bra area and wonder if Massimo would find my small breasts appealing in something like that?
“Now, this has a pair of crotchless panties that go with it. That way there’s no messing with the garters once it’s all in place. To be honest, I prefer the crotchless bodysuits or ones with crotchless panties if I’m going to wear one to bed. It can be a real mood killer to try and wrangle out of them, especially with thigh highs and garters,” she explains matter-of-factly.
Biting the corner of my lip, I wonder if this is all too much. Maybe I should go back to the more demure department of the store.
“Be daring,” Lenora whispers.
My face heats as I shift my gaze up to meet hers. Her lips turn up into a small smile. “If this is what you want to wear, then wear it. The most important part of sex is feeling beautiful. You deserve to feel gorgeous and sexy. If this is what you want to wear, wear it. Massimo will love anything on you.”
Reaching for the black bodysuit, I feel the soft mesh fabric of the waist between my fingers. I imagine what the piece will look like on my thin frame, then nod my head. “Yeah. I want to try these, maybe get one more, something softer too?”
“Good girl.” Lenora grins with a wink.
It doesn’t take me long to pick a more innocent outfit. I choose a navy blue slip with matching panties and sheer cups at the breast.
Lenora happily rings me up, then wraps up my purchase. Just as she said, she doesn’t have an ounce of judgment in her eyes. Before I leave, she reaches out, her hand around my wrist.
“I have Sunday off if you want to go furniture shopping?”
My breath hitches at her offer. “Are you sure?”
Her lips twitch into a small smile. “It’s no hardship, I want to. I love to shop for furniture and I remember how overwhelming it is to furnish a whole house.”
I agree, she promised to text me with a time and I leave Sugar Cookies feeling a whole lot better than I did when I walked in. I still don’t feel like I belong, or that I ever will.