Chapter 5

The next morning, Stan lingered for a moment over the end of his breakfast. He drummed his fingers on the tabletop and shuffled his feet under the table.

The girl noticed and paused in picking up the remnants of their meal. "Stan, is there something you're waiting on me to do? Have I forgotten something?"

"No. But, there is something ... uh, that's come up."

"Yes?"

"Well, it's um. This thing."

She smiled. "A thing has come up?" She brightened and started to crawl under the table toward his crotch.

"NO. No, not that." He sighed. "That's up all the time these days anyway. No, there is this THING. This thing is happening."

She crawled out from under the table, and sat on her heels, looking at him. "There's a thing that's come up and it's happening?"

"Yeah, this weekend."

"Oh. What kind of thing. Stan?"

"Umm. A party thing."

"A party?"

"Yeah, see ... my boss always has a Christmas party and I never go cause I never have a date and I'm always sorta embarrassed, and I never know who to talk to and the one time I did go, I felt really alone, and I don't really want to go, but I sorta said I had a date, so..."

The girl nodded her head slowly, her eyes blinked twice. "When is the party, master?"

"Saturday night."

"How do people dress for this party, Stan? Is it dressy, or costume?"

Stan's misery seemed to increase and he slumped in his chair even more. "It's a black tie party." He looked at the table top. "And there's... " His voice grew quiet. "dancing."

The girl nodded, as if to herself.

"Stan, I can handle all this. I am conditioned to respond well to exactly these kinds of emergencies."

Stan looked up at her, hope in his face.

"But we have work to do, Stan, and you're going to need to spend more money." She seemed uncertain at the prospect.

Stan nodded. "I was afraid of that. Okay." He looked at her steadily. "Just this once, just this one time in my entire life, I want people like that ASSHOLE Dwight Fellows to know that I'm the one. The one to look at, the one to admire ... just once."

He grinned a fierce grin at the girl. "And if that means I spend my money ... then FUCK IT!"

She laughed and jumped to her feet, clapping her hands. "Then take today off, cause we're spending the day shopping, Stan!"

Stan called into work and took a personal day. His supervisor gave him a bit of a hard time about it, but admitted that Stan rarely called in sick or flaked out on a job, so he gave Stan the time he was requesting.

Stan and the girl got themselves dressed and caught the bus to the other side of town, the upscale part. After catching another bus, they made their way to a large mall.

The girl led Stan into a mens store. Stan looked around and groaned. Over the next hour, she helped him pick out a tuxedo, shirt, shoes, socks, and the normal accessories. Somewhere in the process, she managed to add two pairs of slacks and a sport coat to the pile.

As they were ringing up the purchases, Stan noticed a sign up above the register that read. "Pants/Shirts purchased today that need alterations will be ready in __ days." Where the blank was printed in, someone had written in '10' in chalk.

"Excuse me. Is it really ten days to get these back?" Stan asked the man at the counter. The guy, who's name-tag read 'Martin' looked up and said. "Oh yeah, big rush for New Years." Stan heaved another big sigh and turned to tell the girl that there was no way the clothes would be ready.

Before he could say a word, the girl smiled at Martin the clerk, leaned way over the counter, allowing her large breasts to rest on the counter top, and said quietly to him. "Rush service, please Martin." She batted her beautiful eyes at the man, and smiled.

Stan was rather surprised to discover that rush service was only going to cost him $10 more. He paid gladly. Arm in arm they left the store.

A few moments later, she led him into a lingerie store. She patted a seat in the waiting area and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

The girl, dressed in sweat pants and a baggy over-coat disappeared into the recesses of the bra and panty lined store. Stan tried hard not to look at any of the women and girls examining the merchandise. Thinking about girls in lacy underthings tended to have a stiffening effect on him and he didn't want to stick out in the store.

A few minutes passed.

The girl stepped out of a changing room and looked at Stan. Stan looked at her. She had shed the bulky clothes, and stood there, in the public store, nearly naked to his eyes. She wore a tiny and lacy black g-string and bra. Her nipples were nearly exposed. She smiled. Toned, thin, huge chested, beautiful and (today) blond haired, she positively radiated sex.

Conversation in the store dwindled as man after man, shopping with his wife or girlfriend noticed the girl and stood speechless. Women looked up.

The girl put her hands on her hips and pressed her chest forward, grinning at Stan. "Do you like this, Stan?"

Stan's mouth had gone suddenly dry. There seemed to be a faint ringing in his ears. "Oh."

She turned and walked back into the booth.

Men suddenly found things to talk about with their wives. In the front of the store, a woman began loudly berating her male companion as a 'pervert' and pushed him out of the store.

"How about this, master?" She said, stepping out in a one piece bustier and teddy. Her magnificent breasts strained in their captivity like panthers at a leash. The teddy made a tight V down her ass and disappeared into her crotch as she turned for his approval.

Stan was wordless.

"Holy mother of God" Said a goggle eyed man. His wife slapped him and led him out of the store.

"Tramp" Said one woman to another. The second woman nodded and whispered. "Whore." under her breath. Stan heard them. He frowned.

Stan stood and went to the door to the changing room. He held the door lightly closed and spoke through the slats to the girl. "Just pick a few things, whatever you like, and come to the front. I'll pay up there."

About fifteen minutes later, she joined him at the front counter. She had a handful of panties and bras, trying to decide what to buy. Stan took it all and pushed it across the counter to the clerk. "We'll take it all."

The woman behind the counter smiled a thin smile at them both and, saying nothing, rang the purchases up. Stan grimaced slightly at the total and paid on his ATM card.

As they left the store, Stan could not tell if the girl was aware of the stares that followed her or not. If she was aware, she seemed undisturbed.

After the lingerie store, she led him to a large department store where they shopped for dresses. She seemed very experienced at this sort of thing to Stan, and he found he didn't have much to say. Stan did notice that the sales girls were nice to his girl right up until she came out of the dressing room in a formal dress, looking like it was made for her. After that, Stan thought they were kind of catty to her. The girl seemed impervious to it. Maybe she was just unaware of it.