Honor stood in the dressing room of the plush lingerie shop, the full length mirrors giving her a perspective from every angel imaginable. The red halter top dress fit her like a glove; a very snug glove.
“I don’t think red is my color, Emily.. I know you wanted something that popped, but it doesn’t look right on me..” she heaved a sigh. None of the dresses she’d tried on thus far were satisfactory. Either Emily or herself had found reasons to veto every single dress they’d chosen; Honor, finding them too risque, and Emily finding them lacking in the same department. The two were at odds with each other and would, in all likelihood, never come to compromise on the final dress.
“Let me see,” Emily called from the other side of the door. “I don’t believe you. You’re making excuses again. That dress was perfect!”
Honor blew out a breath and opened the door, peeking out to make sure no one else was around besides the sales girl helping them before she chanced stepping out for Emily to inspect the offending dress.
Normally Honor wouldn’t even be in this type of a situation, her tastes running to the less erotic, however, it was for a great cause. Emily had talked her into participating in her latest charity auction, an event meant to draw in high bidders for the sake or raising money for a new cancer center, a cause that hit home for Honor, having lost both her grandmother and mother to the horrid illness. Honor would normally have turned her down, however, being so close to the cause, she threw her inhibitions to the wind and agreed. Unfortunately for her, Honor had only learned after agreeing that she was required to wear a less than wholesome dress to help ‘entice’ large bids. She couldn’t back out after having promised Emily, so Honor had to swallow her insecurities and honor her agreement.
Emily had, of course, insisted upon helping Honor choose an outfit, knowing that, if left to her own devices, Honor would choose something less than lewd and Emily wouldn’t risk it, not when her name and reputation as the best fundraiser MC was at stake. Emily had made it crystal clear that she was banking on Honor to rake in the dirty old men’s bids as well as the younger crowd. ‘You have the body of a school girl to drive the old men insane, but if we put you in a corset, it’ll give you just the right curves to drive the younger men wild with lust and have them shelling out the big bucks to win a date!’ is how she’d put it. Honor hadn’t known whether to be offended or appreciative of such a ‘compliment’.
Honor stepped to the mirrors and gave herself a once over in the brighter light of the shop. “Ugh, it’s worse out here than it was in the dark dressing room,” she frowned, her hair falling over her shoulders.
“Hmm.. You’re right. Red is not your color. And normally the men would be falling all over themselves for a women in red, but on you it looks all wrong,” Emily cupped her chin in thought. “Go try on the last one. It’s another corset so it should look even better then the rest,” she shoved Honor back into the dressing room and closed the door.
“Okay, okay.. You don’t need to shove,” Honor huffed, already pulling the red dress’s zipper down. She slid out of the garment and reached for the last dress, muttering to herself as she changed.
“Oh! I think I recall a navy color in that last dress,” Emily turned to the sales girl. “I’ll be right back!” she quipped before making her way to the front in search of yet another dress.
Honor pulled the corset dress on, shimmying it over her hips. The material felt nice over her skin, unlike the rest she’d donned. Even in the dim light of the dressing room, she could tell the color would suit her. The lush purple and black pattern was full of lace accents, the silk corset top forming around her torso to create a very curvaceous appeal to her body. Emily had been right, it suited her perfectly.
As Honor stood in the dressing room, she felt herself flush, her cheeks pinking at the thought of others seeing her in such a state of dress. Her thoughts running wild, she reached back to try and lace up the corset, failing miserably. The others had laced in the front and she’d had no issue completing the job herself, however this time, Honor knew she’d need assistance.
“Umm.. I think I need help with this one, if you’d please?” Honor called out the door. She waited a few moments and when she heard no reply from Emily, she called to the sales girl. “Umm, Maghda? I believe I am in need of your expertise... Hello?” she called a little louder, hoping the sales girl would hear her plea.
