curtain. Sheesh, you're a bossy bottom.”
“Shhh,” I hissed at her again. “Tori, please.”
“What? It's not like these girls don't know you're a bottom. Okay, okay, just go in there and change.”
The girl took us to a tiny dressing room and gestured toward a little curtained off area no bigger than one of those little photo booths you see in the mall sometimes. I wedged myself in and then turned to see what was hanging on a hanger inside. It was covered in plastic wrap. I peeled it off and then stood there looking at it in shock. They were supposed to be black vinyl shorts, but they were sinfully brief and that little strip of leather would get wedged up the crack of my ass when I put them on. There was also a harness thing that crossed over my chest and buckled in the back. I took a look at it and then yanked open the curtain.
“Oh. Hell. No. I'm not wearing this. Nope.”
“Yes, you are. Give me your shirt and put on that harness. I'll buckle it for you in the back.” When I stood there glaring at her, she crossed her arms. “Or would you prefer I call your Dom and ask him to come down here?”
“I'm not scared of him.”
“The hell you're not.”
“You won’t call him.”
“Try me.”
“Dammit.”
“Take off that shirt.”
I yanked my shirt up over my head and threw it at her. She shook her head, muttering something about brats and how she'd like to beat my ass with her new paddle. I slipped on the harness and turned around so she could buckle it for me. Then I stared down at the little scrap of black vinyl. “Those are not going to fit me. I'll just wear my jeans.”
“Try them, Jordy.”
Steaming mad, I yanked the curtain back and skinned off my jeans and underwear. Then I stepped into the shorts and pulled and tugged them up over my hips. The curtain opened behind me as I gasped at what I saw in the mirror. They fit—barely, and like a second skin. I looked obscene in them, like some cast member of a low budget porn film. I turned and saw my ass practically hanging out of them. Tori oohed and aahed over them.
“Your ass looks fantastic, Jordy. Now that's what I call a bubble butt. Not fat at all, but round with a nice couple of handfuls.”
“Stop it. I’m begging you.”
“And look at how they hug your package.”
“Leave my package out of this, you pervert!”
She rolled her eyes and handed me a pair of combat boots. “Here, these go with the outfit. Put them on and come out.”
“Give me my coat to put over it then.”
“Nope,” she said, plucking it off the hook where I'd hung it and walking down the hall. She called out over her shoulder, “Payback for that pervert remark.”
She flounced out of the dressing room, leaving me no choice but to put on the boots and follow her out. All the girls who worked in the shop came to stand around me and compliment me on how I looked when I finally got the courage to skulk out. It was kind of flattering, and one of them even snapped a picture on her cell phone, saying, “This is going on our wall.”
“Oh please, don't put that up anywhere someone can see it!”
“Honey, nobody sees these except our customers, and if they're our customer they're not saying anything about you that you couldn't say right back about them.”
I could just deny it was me.
I followed Tori to the car and snatched my coat out of her back seat. “Not cool, Tori.”
She just laughed and started the car. “You really do look great in those. I had no idea you had such good legs. All smooth and silky now too. And that ass!”
I glared at her and then refused to speak the rest of the way to the club.
Chapter Nine
Logan
Jordy had texted that he wouldn't be at the club until after eight, so when I arrived a few minutes before that time, I was surprised to see him already there, sitting at a table with his friend, Mistress Tori and her sub, Michael. I noticed immediately that Jordy was wearing the harness I'd picked out for him and I couldn't wait for him to stand up so I could see him in the leather shorts. He had a great body. Not too tall—he was about five seven or eight. Although he wasn't overly