Smiling to herself, Leanne Andrews took the tiny gold sequinned dress off the rail and held it against herself. The strategically placed mirror at the end of the aisle showed her exactly what she wanted to see. The dress was not only sexy, but very short. Her own flower print summer dress was a micro-mini, and this one was at least three inches shorter. Humming gently to herself, she headed in the direction of the changing room.
Once inside the curtained alcove, she quickly hung the dress on its hanger from the hook and deposited her bag in the corner. Reaching over her head, she flicked the hook and eye at the top of dress open and then pushed the zip down the first few inches. Reversing her hands to come up at the zip, she drew it back down all the way before slipping the shoulder straps off and stepping clear of the dress.
Leanne automatically checked her reflection in the mirror. Her strapless white lace bra and panty set showed off her figure almost perfectly. She almost always wore white, knowing it accented her flawless tanned skin. You got it honey, flaunt it while you can! She smiled to herself and allowed herself a tiny shudder as the thought that it just might be a two-way mirror with someone on the other side of it, admiring the view, slid salaciously through her mind.
Quietly chuckling to herself, she pulled the dress off the hanger and stepped into it, drawing it up over her hips, which needed a quick wriggle before she could pull the top into place. The sequins on the flapper style dress glittered and twinkled in the light as she moved. The top fit perfectly but the bottom was scandalously short, even shorter than she expected. She’d intended to team the dress with a pair of hold up seamed stockings in black, but the tops would be on display if she did so, even if she were standing straight and still.
She nibbled at her bottom lip, deep in thought, as she tried to work out what to wear to the party with this dress - a dress she was determined to have. Since the party was semi-formal, she couldn’t attend bare-legged; that would just not do. Some form of nylons was a minimum and, given the current heat wave, there was no way she was going to wear tights!
Inspiration finally struck. She’d wear a garter belt and some longer stockings that normally came up too high on her thighs. They would be perfect. Grinning at her own reflection, having made the decision, she quickly shimmied back out of the dress and back into her own before picking her bags up and heading for the clerk to pay for the dress.
Smiling at the clerk, she handed over her credit card, her mind already awash with thoughts about the party tomorrow night and what her partner, Steven, would say when he saw the sexy little dress. Thinking about his reaction, and the way he would attempt to get under the dress before they left for the party, brought a throaty chuckle from her lips. The sales assistant looked at her and cocked an eyebrow, causing Leanne to blush. There was no way she would tell another person about the things roiling through her mind at that precise moment.
Still smiling, she stepped out of the shop door and turned to head for the coffee shop.
“Excuse me, ma’am.”
Leanne looked around to see who was speaking, and to whom, and was surprised to see the security guard looking straight at her. The tall, imposing, uniformed man took a couple of strides to close the distance between them, moving with a graceful purpose that belied his large frame.
“Yes?”
“Would you mind stepping back into the shop, please, ma’am?”