Weak for Him

Fu

Outside of the storefront, Jesse leisurely sat on a bench and smoked a cigarette. When she saw me, she smudged it on the cement and blew out the rest of the smoke. An Elite wasn't supposed to smoke. Bitch broke her own rules.

"I assume you found what you needed."

"I did, actually."

I tried not to sound like a bitch, but it was a little harder than I thought. My mood and emotions already had too many vicissitudes, and it was barely lunchtime. I wanted a do-over of this day, but that wasn't an option. Next stop, the fucking dress shop, Cynthia's.

Cynthia's always intimidated me. Only upper class women shopped in stores where dresses were tailored to their body shape. We had nothing like this at home.

Jesse, always the businesswoman, leader of the Girls, spoke with the woman in quiet whispers.

"Oh, really? I have just the gown for the occasion."

From the back closet, Sophia, the snobbish dress tailor, pulled a midnight blue, semi-sequined A-lined dress from the closet.

"For twenty-five percent of the cost, I can have it ready by this afternoon at five."

"That works for us."

Sophia guided me toward the dressing room with the gown in tow. The sleeves fell on my shoulders and insinuated my collarbone. Give me a set of big glasses and an up-do, and I would be a replica of Audrey Hepburn.

I walked barefoot into the room and stood upon the pedestal. From the corner of the room, oohs and ahhs echoed from the surrounding women admiring the dress. I tried to ignore them.

"You'll clean up real nice. Just a set of pearls, a pair of nice heels, and you'll be set to attend the party."

"Party?"

"Shit. You weren't supposed to know yet." Jesse glared at Sophia, who didn't and wouldn't apologize for the slip up. Looks like she met her match.

"What party?" I asked.

"That shouldn't be your concern at the moment," Jesse said.

With a tug, Sophia tightened the waist on the dress, straightened the collar where a modest amount of breast showed, and hemmed the skirt to calf-length. The dark blue dress screamed elegant while my mind screamed dirty whore. Images of Fi

"Does that sound okay?" Jesse stared at me.

"What's that?"

"Letting Sophia pick out your shoes."

"It's whatever. Size eight."

I went into the dressing room, lifted the dress over my head, and placed it on the hanger. My panties were wet with thoughts of Fi

With a smirk, I placed two fingers down my panties. My nipples hardened as I touched myself. I removed my bra and panties and took a good look at myself in the mirror. Horny girl. But I need this. With my thumb and index finger, I pinched my nipples and felt small jolts of electricity rush through my body. Was I really going to do this in the most stuck up place in Vegas? Fuck it.

I leaned up against the wall and parted my legs. I wanted the satisfaction of watching myself in the mirror. Being able to see my body, to see the pinkness between my open legs, turned me on. I opened my legs further and rubbed my fingers up and down, teasing myself. I moved two fingers around, just as Fi

Trying to savor the moment, I moved my hands up and down my breasts and even dipped the edge of one finger inside, but only enough to make me quake with want and desire. I closed my eyes and imagined Fi

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Hurry up." Jesse stood on the other side of the door. I could see her heels from under the crack in the door.

"Getting dressed, be right out."

Jesse stormed away, and I rushed to dress into my clothes. I snatched the hanger with the soon-to-be altered dress and headed toward Sophia. With a look of disapproval, she jerked the dress from my hand. She knew. They all knew. But quite frankly, I didn't give a shit.

She led me to the counter, leaned over, and quietly whispered, "We aren't idiots, you know?"

I leaned over and whispered back, "Maybe if you had an orgasm every once in a while, you all wouldn't be so uptight."

Then in a full voice, I said, "Call me if you need some masturbation pointers." Sophia fumed as I left the building.

Although my body relaxed, my nerves were on the edge. Friday night, I would no longer be a virgin, and it no longer would be a big deal. I could move on with my life and have sex with whomever. No more bid wars, no more jealousy, no more virgin, and for the first time, I was truly okay with that.

The car seemed like a good place to get away, close my eyes, and run through my day so far. Jesse stormed behind me, not saying a word.

The rest of the day flew by. My legs felt silky smooth, and so did everything else. Once my hair was trimmed, eyebrows shaped, and body massaged, I just wanted to take a nap. The mimosas didn't help. Jesse left me at the spa alone, and I couldn't help but think about Friday.

Would I feel any different?

Would I no longer be special to Fi

I lounged in the waiting area, and then dressed.

My life would change.

There was no doubt about that.

I sucked in a deep breath and made my way inside the house. V sat in the driveway, so I knew Fi

But did I want more?

Or was it just an addicting game that I had to win?

My feelings were in braids, and I didn't know which strand I wanted as I tried to undo them.

Before I opened the door, I secretly hoped he wouldn't be within sight. My hands were full of the midnight blue dress, lingerie, and three-inch heels Sophia picked out for me. I just wanted to go upstairs.

As I walked in, Fi