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THE SUIT

Chapter XII

She stormed out the door and into the cold night. For a moment she
panicked when she couldn’t find him, but then she caught a glimpse of
him rounding a corner. She shouted for him to stop and ran after him.
She rounded the corner just in time to see him disappear down a dark
alley. She ran to the mouth of the alley and hesitated. She couldn’t
see a thing and this was a bad part of town after all. For several
moments she walked in little circles in front of the alley,
frustration and fear fighting with curiosity and arousal. Finally
arousal won out and she stepped into the alley. It took a few moments
for her eyes to adjust before she could go on. There was no longer any
sign of him and she had to be careful not to fall over the crates and
rubbish. 
The alley ran into another alley, then another and then another.
Pretty soon she was completely disorientated and with a start she
realized that she was lost. Her lust quickly fled to a safer corner of
her mind and fear took it’s place. Frantically she searched for a way
back to the street but every dark corner revealed another alley. She
started crying and shivering and pretty soon she was running around,
convinced that the street had to be just around the next corner. She
ended up in a dead end and she leaned against the rough bricks that
blocked her way. 
She was still sobbing into her arms when she suddenly heard the sound
of a zippo being lighted. She flung herself around and saw a tall dark
shape standing in the middle of the alley. He lit a cigarette and
relief flooded through her body as she recognized his face in the
flickering light of the zippo. Lust returned and started a boxing
match with fear. She leaned back against the wall and tried to look
sultry but fear was not yet defeated and the effect was a bit spoilt
by her knees knocking against each other. 
His shoes crunched loudly over the broken glass in the alley as he
walked up to her. He sat down on a crate next to her and looked her
over. 
“This is not a good place for ladies to hang around.” he simply said
and took another drag from his cigarette. 
“Why didn’t you wait?” she asked, “I wanted to speak to you.”
He reached out and drew her to him.
“Hmm” he said.
“What do you mean ‘hmmm’. Couldn’t you have wa....” she said only to
be cut off by his lips meeting hers.
“Mhgh hmpf yng?” she said after they’d kissed for a while.
“Hmm?” he said, coming up for air. 
“I said, who are you?” she replied.
“Don’t you know?” he replied, his voice sounding mischievous.
“If you are who I think you are, and you’d better be him, then you’d
damn well wish you weren’t who I think you are because I’m very angry
at him that I think you are.”
“?” he said.
Damn! His eyes seemed to be doing something to her tongue.
“I mean, I you’re hmf mff ymmfm...” she said as he kissed her again.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her over to an old mattress
lying forgotten in the corner. The effect would have been spoilt by
the smell of booze and urine rising from the mattress, but she was no
longer in any state to care about what her nose thought. He tore the
clothes from her body, the thick garter belt ripping loudly as his
powerful arms ripped it to shreds. He leaned back and looked down on
her glimmering body, a faint smile playing around the corner of his
mouth. He removed a small device from his back pocket and she realized
that it was a ordinary car remote. She started giggling as he pressed
the remote and her suit bleeped back, just as if she was an expensive
car. The two domes over her breasts and the dome over her sex popped
up and as he brushed them away her breasts spilled out of the holes
left by the domes. She groaned as his hands found her breasts and for
the first time in several months she felt warm human hands fondling
her naked flesh. Suddenly she felt the hard head of his member
pressing onto her sex and she gasped loudly as he rammed it home
roughly. For a few seconds she stared up at the small section of stars
between the tall buildings but soon her eyes glazed over and lost
focus completely.

Sharon woke slowly and groaned as the hang-over hit her full blast.
Despite the nausea and headache she could still feel the lingering
effects of the dream. She rolled over on to her side and stared at the
shoes as they lay on the floor. In her drunken state she’d forgotten
to remove the clothes and she was still dressed in the leotard, mini
skirt, garters and stockings. She slowly and carefully rose and walked
to the window. The bright mid-morning sun was agony to her eyes and
she drew the blinds closed. She looked down at her chest. “You
bastard, you know what I feel like?” she said hoping he was listening.
She undressed, moaning as the movements caused pandemonium in her
head. When she was done she did her ablutions and took a shower.

She sat staring at the kettle, not realizing that it had long since
boiled and switched off. Her mind was elsewhere, re-living the events
of the previous evening. 
Despite looking like a tart she’d enjoyed the evening. It was
flattering and pleasant to be the center of attention and she smiled
fondly as she remembered her little group of admirers. Suddenly the
doorbell rang and with a jolt she remembered that she’d invited Anette
over. Sharon had thought it was time to patch things up between them
and she’d asked her to come over. She rushed to the bedroom, suddenly
very aware that she was walking around in only the suit. She dressed
in her usual T-shirt and jeans and went to open the door. 

To her surprise it wasn’t Anette but a delivery boy. He was holding an
enormous bunch of roses and she could almost not see his face. She
signed for the roses and carried them into the kitchen. 
A thorough search for a card came up empty and she sat staring at the
roses. Could this be from him? Immediately her mind jumped back to the
man she’d danced with and a small thrill ran down her back. She’d
tried to follow him out of the club but a sharp pain in her abdomen
had warned her that her time was not yet up. Suddenly the dream
returned and she stroked her knees in frustrated arousal. For several
seconds she day-dreamt, all the while getting herself into more and
more of a state.
The old Sharon would have been furious at him, after all he’d
virtually made her his slave. She stood up and started arranging the
flowers. What a change she’d gone through! The suit had forced her to
admit to her submissive tendencies. She’d always liked bondage games
but she could never trust anybody enough to let them into her little
secret. Not even Anette knew of the strange kink in her personality. 
Would she meet him again? What did he actually want from her? All
these questions she’d carried for months and still she had no answers. 

Anette arrived a little later and they chatted for a bit. There was an
awkward moment as Sharon refused to hug her, but then Anette noticed
the flowers and she rushed to the kitchen. 
“So - you DO have a lover. I thought it must be that. So is he still a
secret or are you going to tell me about him?”
Sharon sat down on the couch and pretended to examine her nails. She
had the story all worked out and decided to see how it fit.
“His name’s Mark. I met him on the internet. We’ve been together now
for almost a year.” She started.
Anette sat down next to her and folded her legs in under her body.
“We started in the usual way, chatting in one of the rooms....”

Sharon and Anette walked through the mall, doing window shopping.
Anette had swallowed the whole story hook line and sinker. Of course
she wanted to meet him but Sharon explained that he was off to England
on a three month contract. They walked into a little boutique and
Sharon stood looking around while Anette inspected the clothes.
“So this is what husbands feel like when their wives take them
shopping.” she thought. Since her adventure had started her choice in
clothing had been severely restricted. She stood around and pretended
to share Anette’s enthusiasm. 

As Anette was browsing she happened to glimpse an interesting color
and she walked over. Hidden amongst the other clothes was the most
gorgeous garment she’d ever seen. It was made of two parts. The top
part was a velvet bodysuit with a high turtle neck and open back. The
teardrop opening at the back was cut all the way down to the waist. It
had long, narrow sleeves that ran down to the wrists. The color was so
deep it looked red in some places and black in other. It reminded her
of the sweet, dark color of a fine red port. She sighed as she held
the wonderful fabric to her face. From the hips a long, narrow skirt
made from dark red chiffon ran down to the floor. At the hips it was
tight and dark but it gradually flared into wispy billows of
translucent fabric around the ankles. She sighed and put it back in
it’s place. Anette came over and removed the garment from the stand. 
“Jeesh Sharon - it’s gorgeous! Why don’t you try it on?” She asked,
draping the garment over her arms to inspect it. 
“Did you see the price?” she replied.
Anette’s eyes grew large as she read the price tag.
“Holy Shit! $849.00 for a dress!” she said, suddenly holding the dress
as if it was made from plutonium. 
“Are they out of their minds? Who would buy a dress for that price?”
She held it up to Sharon’s chest and inspected it. 
“You have to admit though, it would look spectacular. It would go
especially well with your new breasts.” she said casually. Sharon’s
heart jumped and for a moment she panicked. Anette turned around and
returned the dress to it’s stand. 
“I was waiting for you to tell me about it but I can’t wait any
longer.” she said over her shoulder.
“Why did you have it done? I didn’t figure you as that kind of
person.” she continued, “Besides, you’ve always had a perfect figure.” 
Sharon smiled at the compliment as they stepped out of the boutique. 
“You’d know, wouldn’t you.” She replied, trying to buy some time to
think something up.
Anette was looking at her expectantly, refusing to have the subject
changed.
“I didn’t really decide to have it done, it just sort of happened. I
was seeing a shrink about a bit of a problem I had, sleepless nights
and depression and so on. She suggested I do a make-over, kind of
re-invent myself from the ground up. Maybe it was the depression or
maybe it was the pills, I still don’t know, but I decided to have my
boobs done.”
She grinned at Anette’s shocked expression.
“Yeah, that’s exactly the face the shrink made. It wasn’t what she’d
had in mind either.”
“So why the secrecy? And why are you so distant all of a sudden? After
all we’d been trough you suddenly won’t let me to within ten yards of
you.” Anette asked, a bit of a whiny twang creeping into her voice.
They sat down at a coffee shop and ordered tea.
“Well, there are a lot of reasons. When you first came to my house I’d
just had it done. I was still groggy from the drugs and felt a bit out
of it. That’s why I asked what day it was. I was also very sore and
the last thing I wanted was to be touched.”
Anette nodded, accepting the explanation.
“Then when we fought I thought you hated me.” again she smiled at
Anette’s accusing look. “I know it was silly but remember I was pumped
full of drugs. I didn’t tell the doctors I was on anti-depressants and
the combinations of drugs played havoc with my emotions. When I
finally got off the drugs such a long time had passed I didn’t know
how to patch things up again.”
Anette nodded knowingly, still accepting the story as the gospel truth.
“I know how you felt. There were several times I wanted to come over
but I thought you were pissed at me for some reason. I wasn’t sure how
to approach you.”
They sat in silence for a moment, recollecting the months that had
passed between them.
“And now, why are you still acting so strangely? It’s clear you still
don’t want me anywhere near you. We don’t have to do it you know, I’m
just a touchy feely kind of person. You know that.”
For a few minutes Sharon sat staring at her fingers, frantically
searching for an answer.
“There were complications with the operation.” she finally said, not
sure where she was heading.
“I’ve had two more operations since the first one and I think there
will be a few more to come. I’m still sore and will probably be quite
uncomfortable for some time to come.”
“Jesus Sharon, you’re not going to lose them are you” Anette said, a
shocked expression on her face. 
“I already have” she almost replied but she bit her tongue just in time.
“No, it’s not the breasts themselves. They found something wrong with
the blood vessels and tissue just above the rib-cage” she said. “I
don’t quite understand it myself so don’t ask me what it is. All I
know is that they found it in time and they say they can fix it.”
“Jeesh, you should have called. You shouldn’t go through this alone.”
Anette said, concern written all over her face.
“Well, at about the same time I met Mark. He was a real help and I
leaned on him a lot.” She looked down at her breasts. Was he listening?
“Because of the operations we couldn’t do it. It was the most
frustrating thing I’ve ever gone through. I longed to feel his hands
on me. I wanted him so bad I would have done it with stitches and all.
I wanted to feel him against me, my hips pressing into his. But he
refused, he said he would feel too guilty knowing that he’s hurt me.
All I wanted was to have him inside me for ever, holding on to him. I
started dreaming of the day we’d finally get to do it. His big hands
roaming over my body, his warm breath in my neck. I would walk around
the flat naked, ready for him to come over. My breasts would throb so
hard I’d thought the stitches would come loose. I’d lay in bed,
touching and playing with myself, saying his name over and over again.
I’d get wet every time he’d just look at me, my legs quivering at his
deep dark eyes.”
Suddenly she was back in the mall and she immediately blushed a deep
crimson red. Anette sat with her mouth hanging open, her eyes blinking
rapidly in shock. Sharon gave an embarrassed little giggle.
“Suffice it to say we haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

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completely with the passage of time. Please let me know what you think
(like most authors I feel like a parent releasing his baby to the
world). Encouragement and ideas would be most welcome. Contact me at
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Don Quixote





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