“I do have something hot underneath the dress. It’s called my naked body.” Strutting past her, my hands curved over my hips before I looked back and blew her a kiss.
“Yes, we know. You’re beautiful, but something that makes you look like a vixen. When he unzips your dress, to reveal your skin, and comes across a corset that makes your boobs reach your chin, he will faint.” Molli sighed like she was in a dream state. She opened the door, and that damn doorbell rang, grinding my nerves. Why did everyone have that bell?
“Hello, welcome to Jazzie’s where everything is classy to sassy. What can I help you with today?”
My jaw fell to the floor as I looked at the most flamboyant gay man I had ever seen. It wasn’t because he was flamboyant though, it was because he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life. I tried thinking about models and actresses, heck, even porn stars, and I couldn’t think of anyone that was prettier than him. This man had to be five-foot-five, and he had blonde hair, honey-colored eyes, and a slim body. He was wearing a black corset that showed how small his waist was while his short shorts left nothing to the imagination. With more grace that I had, he spun around on red stiletto heels poking out his very plump butt. Even David was entranced, and David was straighter than a straight line.
“Jesus Christ.” David’s eyes were glued to Jazzie’s butt if this was Jazzie.
“I know, I’m hot. It’s a gift.” Jazzie whipped out a folding fan, blowing his blonde locks away from his perfectly sculpted face.
“Who looks like that!” Molli shouted, before throwing her hand over her face. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, baby. I get it all the time. And guess what?” He clicked over to her on his heels, holding her hands with his.
“What?” She adored him with her big wondrous eyes.
“I love it!” He clapped.
“All right, now obviously you guys didn’t come here to check me out. You though,” He pointed to David.
David looked behind him, not seeing anybody before turning back and pointed at himself, “Me?”
“Yes. You. You are free to look at me however you want. Roar.” He growled playfully like a lion. “Anyways, yes. You are here because you need to look like pure sex. But who is it out of the threesome, hmmm?” He tapped his smooth hairless chin with his soft, delicate fingers.
He spun around, and from the side, his butt looked even better. Once he was face-to-face with me, he pointed at me. “It’s you. You’re the one who needs to be sexed up. Am I right? Or am I right?” He held out both of his palms for high fives.
“Dang, he is good.” David and Molli both slapped his hands, but Jazzie laced his fingers through David’s.
“It’s a shame you’re straight. I can do this thing with my tongue right on the underside of your—”
“All right!” I cut him off not wanting to hear what he would do to my best friend. “It’s me, you were right. I’m getting married. And Molli…” I pointed at my freckled face friend, “…thinks I need to wear something under my dress besides my birthday suit. This was news to me, so here we are.”
“Oh my gosh, fun! So, who is the lucky guy?” He strutted to me, his hips swayed, and he owned every person in the room. I needed to learn from him. He was the master of seduction. I bet he could have a straight guy second-guessing his sexuality in no time.
“Kane Bridgeshaw,” I giggled. I freaking giggled like a school girl with a crush. Pathetic.
“Wait a minute. Millionaire Tattoo Artist Kane Bridgeshaw? That one?” He took my hand as we walked up the steps, past racks and racks of skimpy clothes.
“The one and only.”
“Damn, honey. What I’d give to ride that!” He thrust his hips and spanked the air. “You lucky girl! All right, sit. I have the perfect thing in mind for your big day. Go behind the curtain and get undressed. I swear I won’t peek. You don’t have anything I like, no offense.”
“None taken.” I smiled at his exuberance.
Molli and David sat in plush fuzzy chairs that looked like…well, penises.
“Wow, this is so soft.” David stroked the material, making Molli and I stifle a giggle.
“What?”
Jazzie came back up the stairs holding a white lace corset with stockings. “Oh baby, you’re a tease. I should have known.” He winked before handing me the items over the drape.
“Huh?”
“Sweetie.” I imagined Jazzie pointing to the chair to make it visible what David was sitting in.
“Oh my God.”
Wincing, I heard a crash and then a groan. “That is a penis chair.”
“Sure is. Sometimes it’s the only dick I can get. You know?” Jazzie stated.
“Uh, no. I don’t, but I could…im-agine.” The words came out slow like he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say.
“Yeah, it doesn’t often happen though. You ready, doll?” Jazzie shouted.
No, I wasn’t ready. This thing had five hundred clasps. How did anyone get into these?
“Uh, kind of. Can someone help me? How am I supposed to get into this on my wedding day?” I felt a breeze from the curtain moving and slim fingers on my shoulders. When I looked in the mirror in front of me, Jazzie looked at me, at least that’s what I’ve been calling him because he looked like a Jazzie.
“Doll, what bride do you know gets ready by herself?” He scoffed before hooking the little metal headaches together. After a few minutes and realizing my oxygen was slightly cut off by how tight it was, I was finally done.
“Wow. This was made for you.”
Peering up in the mirror through my lashes, I gasped. The white satin underwear fit me perfectly as they hugged my butt cheeks and the corset was a sheer lace making my skin peek through. My breasts were boosted making them look high and perky. My legs were covered in white stockings that clipped my underwear, and for the first time in my life, I felt sexy.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“If I weren’t gay, I’d do you.” Jazzie clicked his tongue, looking me up and down and then scrunched his nose. “Sorry, I couldn’t. Not because you aren’t gorgeous, but…yuck.” He shivered at the thought of seeing me naked.
“Jazzie, it’s okay.” I laughed.
“Oh my gosh, we didn’t even introduce ourselves. I’m Jazzie, real name, Mom loved New Orleans, and who did I have the pleasure of servicing today?” He wiggled his eyebrows, leaning down to kiss my hand.
“Leslie.” I shook his hand careful not to break it because it looked like a beautiful piece of art.
“I better get an invite to this wedding.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “You got it.” He would be the funniest one at the party! He had to come.
“All right, let’s get you unhooked. You’re going to want to keep this on as you try dresses though because it will get in the way of sizing.” Jazzie went to unhook the first metal clamp, and I stopped him.
“We are wedding dress shopping after this. Just leave it. Take the tags off, and I’ll keep it on under my clothes.”
“You minx. You better not let Kane see this on you when you get home. All of our hard work would have been for nothing!”
“Never. I’ll change out if I find a dress.”
Jazzie hummed for a moment. “You know, I’m sure you’re probably going to David’s Bridal or something, but you should check out the store a few stores down. They make everything. So it would be unique, something no one else would have. Just think about it.” He patted my back before exiting the room to allow me to dress.
A few minutes later, I had my regular clothes on, and my lungs felt strangled, but beauty is pain, right?
“We should go to the bridal shop a few stores down. Jazzie said it’s the tits.” David got up from the floor. I guess he didn’t want to sit in the penis chair a second longer than he had to. “Well, he said it was the dicks. But I guess everyone is allowed to have their own opinion.”
“I already paid. It was a
wedding gift.” Molli pushed me forward leaving me speechless.
“And I’ll see you at the wedding, sexy.” Jazzie sucked on his straw, undressing David with his eyes. He seemed to be making promises that David would not keep.
“Ah, yeah. See you there.” David nearly ran out the door gasping for breath. His hands were on his knees. “You are never taking me in there again. I feel violated.”
“Oh, please. You loved it.”
I laughed as Molli pushed David against Jazzie’s window, making him look up from his magazine, which he showed us, causing David to run like the devil was chasing him for his soul. I covered my mouth, stifling a laugh when I saw two men on the front of the magazine wearing banana hammocks. One had a ball-gag in his mouth and the other gripped the man’s face tilting it up to meet his eyes.
Jazzie licked the front page, wiggling his brows, making me wave and laugh all the way over to the store he told us to check out.
“That Jazzie is a character.” I wiped the tear that was threatening to fall down my face. My stomach and cheeks hurt from smiling so much in the past few hours. When I looked up at the boutique he was talking about, it made me stop dead in my tracks.
The wind blew my hair, wafting salt and fried food from the grill and bar at the corner. The sky was clear like clouds didn’t seem to exist, and the sun shone perfectly against the storefront's window shining the light on the most beautiful dress I had ever seen.
It was my dress. It was the dress. I knew it. I could feel it.
“Oh my God.” My fingers touched the glass like I was aching to have the material on my skin.
“What?” Molli and David flanked my sides, looking at the dress that had me bewitched.
“It’s the dress.” It was everything I could have ever wanted. The dress looked like it would flow beautifully with the weeping willows while I said my vows. It had off the shoulder straps that dipped into a sweetheart neckline. The bosom of the dress was satin, while the straps were chiffon and flowed down all the way to the bottom of the dress. There were a few accents of crystals along the neckline, but not too much. It was perfect.
“Well, are we going to stand here and stare at it all day or are we going to try it on!” David clapped his hands before opening up the door. The burst of a/c hit me immediately as I stepped through the door feeling the humidity that clung to my skin start to dissipate.
I was about to try on my wedding dress that led me one step closer to becoming Mrs. Bridgeshaw.
Chapter 7
“Okay, okay. You’re going to kill me.”
Molli’s car was starting to shake, and at this point, I wanted to be home. I was tired, my feet hurt, and Jazzie was right about wearing that corset with trying on dresses. Luckily, I only had to try on one dress. How was I supposed to last hours in that corset? I finally could breathe, I didn’t want to give that up.
“We are going to Hanky Panky’s.”
“Molli, no. I don’t need any of that. Kane and I have an amazing sex life. It couldn’t get any better. I don’t need to waste money on sex toys.” I groaned. I just wanted out of the car. I was afraid the door was about to come off, the engine would fall out, and we would have to start pedaling like the Flintstones.
“Come on! Live a little. Can you imagine Kane’s face if you whipped out a cock ring? Or even better, a vibrator.”
I knew he would love it, but the street lights were on and the sun was setting. I was ready to be at home, cuddling on the couch with my guy.
I imagined Kane grabbing the long vibrator from my hand though. It wouldn’t be as thick as him, but it would be just as long, and at a touch of a button; it would spin and send reverberations through my entire body when he inserted it inside me. He would throw me on the bed, my breasts would bounce, and he would climb on top of me, cock hard in his hand, slowly jacking it as he moved the vibrator over my clit making my body shake and yearn for him. He would turn me, so his thick shaft was in front of my face, his way of saying to suck his dick into my mouth. He would thrust the toy in my wet hole as he licked and sucked my bundle of nerves into his mouth. It would make sucking his cock difficult because I would be moaning and whimpering around the girth, unable to bob my head because he was making me feel too good.
I turned to Molli, “Mmhmm, yeah. Let’s go there.”
“Awesome,” she sang.
“I might pick a few things up too.”
Not going to lie, I forgot David was back there.
“Oh? And who, may I ask, would these toys be for?” I didn’t realize my question would make David squirm.
“I didn’t say it would be for anyone,” he muttered.
“You are kinky? Holy crap. How did I not know this?” The seat broke when I tried to turn around, making me yell as I flew backward, the bench reclining all the way until I was flat on my back.
“It does that sometimes. Just...”
“I know, wiggle for fifteen seconds, and pull the lever.” It was official. I hated her car.
“Yeah…” She drew the word out like she was sorry, but not really.
“What would you guys know about my kinks? And who says toys are kinky? I mean, it depends on the toy, I guess.” David adjusted himself on the torn black fabric of the seat.
“I want to know which toy you’d get.” Molli met his gaze in the rearview and I saw the heat in his eyes for a moment when they connected. The air was thick with sexual energy as it swirled around us, but only for a split second.
“I was thinking a cock ring. I like being on edge, over and over again, before an amazing release. I like to tease myself. What about you, Molli? What toy would you get?”
Oh, this was fun. Molli’s throat bobbed as she swallowed. I’m sure she had no idea the conversation would go this far. I didn’t want to know these details of David’s preferences.
“Um…I…well. You know, I would get…”
I’d known Molli a long time and not once have I ever heard her stutter.
“Oh, look. We’re here.” Molli sped over the curb…again. My stomach jostled from the impact, making bile rise in my throat.
“Guess I’m about to find out anyway, huh?” said David.
As we exited the car, the flashing lights of Hankey Panky’s blinded me. Once we entered, spots filled my vision as the most cocks I’ve ever seen at once filled my view.
“Oh boy.”
Now, living here didn’t mean I bought from here. I had never stepped foot in this store because I already had my vibrator at home. He did me right, every time. I hadn’t used him in a while though since I had the real thing.
“My god, are there so many different shapes and sizes of a dick?” David asked as he looked at the rows upon rows of what he got to look at himself every day.
“You know the saying, ‘once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all?’”
“What of it?”
Molli deadpanned David. “Well, that isn’t true. Obviously.”
“Oh, look. Get this.” Molli plucked a device from a shelf that looked like a computer mouse. “You freeze it, and then when it’s time…” She wiggled her brows. “It vibrates. Oh, damn. I might get this for myself.”
David cleared his throat. “Yeah, that’s a good one.”
“Okay, we got a toy. Can we go now?” I fisted my stomach as cramps ripped through me. I doubled over in pain, the cold floor bruising my knees as I collapsed. My head was swimming.
“Leslie!” David rushed towards my side. “What’s wrong? Tell me what to do.”
“I need an ambulance over at Hankey Panky’s. Yes, I’m serious. My friend is lying on the floor clutching her stomach in pain. Please send help.”
Molli’s phone clattered to the floor, the sound echoing off the walls of cocks, and it made me laugh—hysterically.
“What’s so funny?” I met her eyes, her big green eyes that were full of tears making them look like sea glass shining.
“I need an ambulance when I’m surrounded by cocks. What are the
chances of that?” I laughed even though another ripple of pain shot through me.
“Oh my God, Leslie. You’re bleeding. Oh my god. Oh my god.” Molli’s hands trembled as they went to my legs but didn’t touch them. She moved her hands back to her mouth. “David. What do we do? What do we do?” she screamed. Her breaths were coming out heavy and quick. If she kept that pace up, she would pass out.
“Molli, everything’s okay. Everything’s going to be fine. She’ll be at the hospital soon.” No sooner than the words left his mouth when sirens were heard outside.
“Call Kane. Someone needs to call Kane. Ahhhh!” I roared as fire seared my belly and a gush of fluid was felt between my legs.
“Oh my God, Kane. Kane is going to freak out, isn’t he?” Molli cried as she picked up her cell phone.
Footsteps pounded against the floor. I could feel the vibrations through the tile as my back lay against it, as more and more blood pooled around me. I was scared. I was scared that I was going to die here in front of my friends, surrounded by dicks. I was afraid that I wasn’t going to be able to tell Kane I loved him again. I wasn’t going to see him drool in the morning making a puddle on his pillow. It used to drive me nuts for some reason, but what I’d give to see it again. I wouldn’t get to make love to him again either. I wouldn’t get to feel the safety of his arms or the smell of his skin after a warm shower. The way he kissed me after a long day, his lips soft and smooth like a feather teasing the skin.
“She’s losing a lot of blood,” a stranger said.
“Pulse is dropping,” another said as they lifted me onto the gurney and wheeled me out of the sex shop. If I survived this, it was going to be the thing that was funny that wasn’t supposed to be funny, but you can’t help but laugh anyway. I could hope anyway unless I died.
I was supposed to get married. I bought my dress today and a corset. I bought everything to start my life. I was starting my life. I didn’t want to die.
“I don’t want to die.” I gripped the man’s blue sleeve with as much force as I could muster. Everything was blurry, and everything was dim. Everything was losing its color.
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