The light emanating from the halogen torch in Finne’s hand
temporarily blinded Sarah. As she
followed its beam forward into the pitch blackness in front of her she was
entranced by the glittering reflections it produced down a very constricted
pathway. The bright on black contrast
shimmered like icicles hanging abundantly from the branches of a thick forest
in a crisp moonlight. As her pupils
contracted, her perception cleared and she recognized where she had been taken.
“Did you bring me here to rip off a dry cleaner?” Sarah
asked with a judging tone.
“This is my cleaner and we're not going to steal anything,” Finne responded taking Sarah’s hand
and leading her down the path between two double-stacked conveyor racks
dripping with plastic covered clothing that appeared now more like a synthetic
jungle than frozen woodland. “I keep things here under an agreement with the
owner. We need a change of attire for
tomorrow night.”
“What kind of agreement?” Sarah questioned astutely picking
up on Finne’s casual explanation of the legitimacy of their endeavor.
“Uh, well… Ok, no lies… I get to keep some stuff here for
when I need it, and I agreed to keep the IRS from looking into the books of
this cash business.” Jack explained truthfully.
“I have kept this place from being audited for a decade and my
investigations for Treasury have benefited many many times more than what could
be collected from here.”
“What we need is down at the end. What are you a size 2?”
“Fuck you too!” Sarah exclaimed. “I wear a zero and that is
still big on me.”
Finne was sure Sarah knew her dress size when it came to the
fancy shops of Georgetown that regularly reduced the sizes on their expensive
couture to flatter the egos of the rich clientele they served. But, he also trusted his judgment and had
determined Sarah to be a 2 before they had left the circus’ loft.
“No offense.” Finne offered as they reached the end of racks.
“Here we go. Pick a color. I have to wear a penguin suit.” he
continued while shining the flashlight upon a wall mounted rack of women’s
dresses that spanned the color spectrum.
“Are these bridesmaid dresses? No. No. No.” Sarah refused. “They’re
hideous!”
“Bridesmaid and prom dresses, you will likely fit better in
a prom dress.” Finne responded hoping the compliment would be recognized and
would also sway her opinion. “You need a
dress that works formally, yet also suggests you are on a budget. You can’t be wearing anything custom or
designer or else you will draw attention we don’t want. We’ve got about twenty minutes to find one
that works, so drop your expectations.”
Gradually, Sarah’s gaping jaw closed with her acceptance of
Finne’s instruction, and she turned her disgust into a challenge accepted. “Twenty minutes? Ok, Finne let’s go shopping.
Shine the light towards the middle of the rack.
I’ll find a little black dress and make it look fine.”
Sarah kicked off her shoes, removed her blouse over head and
peeled off her Juicy jeans that fit like they had been painted on. The unexpected disrobing surprised Finne, who
was now the one open-jawed in amazement of Sarah’s beautiful semi-nude figure.
“Yeah, a zero is all you need. No question.” Finne fumbled
to say with humor.
A quarter hour passed as Sarah donned and stripped each
dress looking for her best option. Finne
offered her privacy but was told to stay put with the light and “Enjoy the
moment.”
The attention Sarah commanded in the situation brought back
a confidence in herself and surroundings that she had not felt since walking
into Club Atlas many hours ago.
“How does my ass look in this one?” She asked in a sexy flirtatious
wisper.
“Never better!” Finne answered without hesitation.
“Thought so. This is the one. Now it’s your turn.”
“My tuxedo is over there,” Finne stuttered while pointing
towards the other side of the room. “It’s mine, so it fits…I don’t need to try
it on…”
“You’re no fun, Finne.” Sarah interrupted. “Fine. Go get it.
But you owe me some entertainment later. I’ll get you naked one way or another.”
“Promise?” Finne replied hopefully.
Finne gathered Sarah’s clothes from the floor and then retrieved
the formal wear he had stored for future use such as this Leading Sarah back to
the rear entrance, he felt the softness of her hand in his which further
aroused him. Finne feared yet desired
the attraction he was feeling and hoped he could control his sexual urging in
order to stay focused on the mission that had been dropped upon him.
They left the building as discretely as they had entered and
returned to the loft across the street without notice.
“Wow, you do make that dress look fine. Are you sure it’s your size.” Finne offered complimenting
the tight fit around Sarah exotic body curves.
“You used that line on me in college. Seriously, be original.”
“Ok… Original….” Finne replied as if caught off guard. “Stunning”
“What?”
“Uh, you look stunning. I don’t think anyone has or ever
will make that dress look as good as you do.”
Sarah’s cheeks blushed slightly as she smiled in reaction to
the compliment.
“Thank you. Now help me get out of this straight jacket and
let’s go to bed. I am exhausted.” Sarah replied, adding wryly, “I sleep naked.
How about you?”
