Finding A New Purpose Chapter 5

"You can pick one and I'll try it on for you, but that's it," I said, shaking my finger. "Here we go." I'd found the dress I was looking for. It was a sleeveless black cocktail dress. I hadn't been kidding when I'd said it was little. Personally, I thought it qualified more as a miniskirt, but it had been advertised as a cocktail dress. It was open in the back, revealing down to the small of the back where it folded several times, giving it the impression it had fallen down. The front was a bit more modest, though, it revealed a good bit of neckline, but it wasn't meant to show off a bust.

"I only get to pick one? What about two?" He started begging. I shook my head in my hand. Figures I bring him to this section and he's the one that wants to keep picking out things.

"Only one. You can buy me another one later." I grabbed two of the same dress. 'Ha, I'm actually buying myself a little black dress,' I mused whimsically to myself.

"I'm not sure if I should try a size two or just go with the three. The two looks like it might be a bit tight. I'll just try them both I guess." I was talking to myself out loud. Mike overheard me as he walked over carrying another dress.

"Just put on the two, it will show you off better," he whispered behind me, pulling my hair to the side and nibbling at my ear. I responded by pushing him back and grabbing the dress out of his hands.

"Hope this is your choice, 'cause this your pick that I'm putting on," I said, heading towards the dressing room. This time, I didn't have to drag him. He followed me eagerly.

Once inside I started undressing myself. After I pulled my tank and jeans off, I folded them and set them in the chair behind me. As I unclasped my bra, I realized the only hook in the room was on the door where I had placed the the dresses. In all of the other stores, I had been putting my underwear on one of the spare hooks. I just shrugged as I hung them over the wall separating my room from the one next to it.