“So, what do you think?” Marcia asked, business as usual, standing in front of Vic in an outfit that only made him think about how amazing it would be to get her out of it. It took him a little while to gather enough wits about him to actually provide her with a meaningful response.

“I – actually …”

“Too much like, Kit, right?” Marcia asked, turning this way and that in front of the mirror.

“Yup, that’s pretty much all I can see.” Truthfully, it was about ten percent of what he could see, but, yes, he did think the outfit was a little bit too close.

“I dunno,” Marcia said, going on her tiptoes and craning to see what her backside looked like in the mirror. “Does this make my butt like enormous?”

There was an open invitation to look at Marcia’s ass which he took without hesitation, and stared at it long enough that she caught on to what he was doing and stood back down on her feet, giving him an accusing smirk.

“What are you talking about?” Vic said finally. “That’s like easily your best asset.”

“Asset? Are you trying to be punny?” Marcia crossed her arms

“I appreciate that you would assume it may have been intentional.”

“Ugh, fine, not this one. Let’s see what else I have in there.”

After a bit more dancing around behind the curtain, Marcia stepped out in an ensemble that made Vic glad his eyes were attached by optical nerves that actually kept them from popping out. Marcia was wearing a full-body fishnet that stretched from her throat down to her feet, with strips of black fabric running from the collar to the groin to just about hide her nipples and her bush.

“That … is …” he said in a creaky voice.

“It’s pretty extra isn’t it?” Marcia said uncertainly.

“That is certainly one way of putting it. Maybe if I could see it from the back?”

“Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t dislike it.”

“Ugh, fine, here,” with her arms raised over her head, Marcia did one twirl, briefly exposing her barely-covered ass to Vic before going back inside.

The next time she came out she was wearing nothing but essentially a black lacy underwear and bra combo.

“Huh, classic. It seems very, you,” Vic suggested with a smile, really getting into the role that he had been gifted.

“It does seem me, doesn’t it?” Marcia said, admiring herself in the mirror. “Definitely this one, let’s see what else I got.”

There were a few more outfits she went through before getting to the final one. When she stepped out of the fitting room, he wasn’t sure what to think – it was similar to the first one – bra, panties, garters, stockings, except the bra continued into a sheer shirt that covered her belly, and that it was all completely white. Vic just stared. He couldn’t get a word to come out of his mouth. Marcia took one look at him and said, “Yup, that’s the one.”

“Huh?” he asked, making eye contact for the first time.

“I think you’re actually literally drooling.”

“Am not!” Vic said, forcing his mouth shut.

Marcia opened her mouth into an ‘o’ and then said, “Yeah you are, you are loving this.”

“Isn’t that … isn’t that wedding night lingerie?”

“Maybe it is, and maybe you’re obsessed with it.”

“I’m fine with it,” Vic said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

“Oh please.” Marcia took one step toward him, lifted her foot, and pressed it lengthwise against the erection in Vic’s pants. “Ha! See, you love it.”

“It’s a … it’s a traitor,” Vic said, acutely feeling every little movement of Marcia’s foot, from her toes to her heel, as she kept it along his hard member. She gave him one quick squeeze with her toes and then put her foot down.

“I’ll get this a secret weapon then.”

“Happy to help,” Vic said, feeling his heartbeat in his throat.