Daddy's Demands
The truth is, I avoided a total breakdown in one dressing room, but there’s no way my luck will extend to two.
Bear pulls me into the store. Everywhere is a sexy woman made of cardboard, giving us ‘bedroom eyes’ above mounds of pink and black lace.
“Pick something out,” his order is a hot whisper in my ear, “or I will.”
In a daze, I pivot, arms out like a zombie, and grab two handfuls of polyester. Salesladies cluster around Bear’s big form, their hearts in their eyes. He sends them scurrying to all corners of the store, and I end up in a dressing room, buried under bra and undie sets.
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