«Oh yes, yes... just like that... now let’s fasten this button, tighten the belt... et voilà! You look absolutely stunning!» Elenoire chirps — the boutique’s sales assistant and manager. She’s a woman in her thirties, strikingly pretty, composed, and refined — the kind of woman who looks like she just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Exactly the kind of beauty you’d expect to find in one of the most exclusive boutiques in Manhattan.

Honestly, she’s way too enthusiastic... especially considering how she keeps finding every possible excuse to touch me — tightening something here, adjusting something there. That sly little woman really took her sweet time getting her hands on me, and you have no idea how hard I had to fight to keep the beast under control — it would’ve been insanely embarrassing if a certain bulge had decided to make an appearance through these thin velvet trousers. Not that Elenoire would’ve minded — if we were alone, we’d probably be fucking in the fitting room by now.

But we’re not alone — Kimberly is with us.

If she saw me getting hard right in front of her, she’d think I’m some perverted traitor drooling over the first hot woman who comes along the moment my "girlfriend" isn’t around — not exactly the impression I want to give her.

Once Elenoire finishes adjusting the elegant dark-gray suit, I look at myself in the mirror and... yeah, I’ll admit it, I like this look way more than I thought I would. It makes me look like a young businessman, even though I still firmly believe that nothing beats the comfort of a tracksuit.

But it’s Kimberly’s shy yet genuine «I-It really suits you» that ultimately convinces me to buy it.

Noticing my restrained enthusiasm, Elenoire immediately suggests trying on more outfits — what a surprise, right? That slut can’t wait to get her hands on me again, but honestly I’m exhausted from trying on clothes and from constantly having to keep myself under control in front of Kimberly. So, on impulse, I pick two more outfits on the spot without even trying them on — just to satisfy Veronica and prove to her that my wardrobe is now overflowing with elegant clothes I’ll probably never wear.

I don’t even blink when Elenoire tells me the final price for the three suits: just under seventeen thousand dollars.

And to think they even gave me weird looks when I first walked in — they probably took me for some broke freeloader just because I wasn’t dressed like the usual spoiled rich kid.

Pff... with the money on my card, I could buy the whole boutique — and everyone working in it too, if I really wanted. Even so, I can’t help feeling like crying at the thought of spending that much money on three elegant rags I have no idea when I’ll ever wear. But hey, Veronica says classy clothes count as reimbursable expenses — not a luxury, but a necessity. A necessity for what, exactly, I still haven’t figured out, but whatever — as long as she’s paying, I’m not complaining. There’s no way in hell I’d cover this with my own money.

And yet, even after I’ve paid, Elenoire doesn’t leave us. And no, it’s not because she’s still horny from touching me, but for a much more obvious reason.

«Perfect! Now that we’re done with you, it’s time to find something fabulous for your girlfriend!» Elenoire exclaims cheerfully.

My... girlfriend? No, she’s just a friend.

That’s what I’d like to say — not because I care about Elenoire’s opinion, but because I don’t want to make Kimberly uncomfortable. But neither of us even has the time to clarify. Elenoire grabs Kimberly by the hand, drags her into the same small room where she took my measurements, and immediately starts doing the same to her.

«Wow, your body is incredible! With these measurements, this height... mmm... wait right here, I think I have the perfect dress for you!» Elenoire declares, visibly euphoric, before disappearing into that jungle of clothes.

In the few seconds Kimberly and I are left alone, neither of us mentions the whole "couple" thing. After all... what would we even say?

Moments later, Elenoire comes back holding a long electric-blue evening dress covered in sparkling glitter — a true starry sky turned into fabric. I have to admit, it’s seriously impressive — if I were a girl, I’d buy it on the spot.

Actually... maybe I could get it for Naomi. Her eighteenth birthday is coming up, and I still don’t know what to buy her. It’d also be a nice way to thank her for helping me get closer to Kimberly and, above all, to show her that I can spoil her a hell of a lot more than that loser she’s dating ever could.

«Here it is, fresh from the new spring collection! I’m absolutely certain this dress will look incredible on you!» Elenoire beams. «I don’t suggest something like this very often, believe me — it takes an exceptional body to wear it without looking out of place. But on you, it’ll be perfect. Trust me!»

And before I can object, Elenoire pushes Kimberly into the fitting room and slips in right after her. As for me, she doesn’t even spare me a glance anymore. So much for the horny saleswoman — the moment I paid, she completely forgot I existed, focusing all her attention on Kimberly instead. I’ll give her that — she really knows how to do her job.

And when, a few minutes later, the fitting room door finally opens...