𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘
𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒
𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒
"please, you wouldn't be able to handle me."
"wanna find out?"
"yeah? what are you gonna do?"
"bend you over the counter and show you how...
↷. 🎪 ঌ ࣪₀ 🦩 .˚ ☁️ ༺ ◛*➶ 。˚ ♯ ❝ well baby come 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖚𝖕 and maybe i'll let you on it. a little bit dangerous but baby that's 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖎 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖎𝖙 ❞ ⁺◟༉ ꜜ
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"it's not fitting." i groaned out tilting my head back to the ceiling, this was not how i imagined my day going, what so ever.
"i'll make it fit." tom devalued and he pushed the zipper up more.
"stop stop real quick." i wiggled around. i think i gotta fart, maybe i'm bloated so that's not why the dress wasn't fitting anymore.
"girl we got less than a hour until you gotta be there." sunday groaned from her seat behind me. this is probably why she never comes to fitting with me, i always take too long getting ready.
i turned away from tom, "i gotta fart, i'm constipated from all that food and soda." i muttered hoping he would understand that's not why the dress wasn't fitting.
tom slowly backed away from me when i let out the longest squeakiest fart most drawn out fart ever. i hid my face in my hands, that was very embarrassing.
"girl that shit stinks." sunday spoke up, fanning the air with her hand, at least the dress can fit better now.
"i'm sorry, what's it supposed to smell like strawberries?" i rhetorically asked. i started trying to zip the dress up, it's uncomfortable unzipped. tom rolled his eyes and went back to pulling up the dress.
"you look gorgeous." tom spoke up after he finished. he turned my around making sure he got everything right and nodded at his finished product.
"it was all you." i complimented him, it was true if he didn't make it fit so perfectly it wouldn't have looked as good as it did.
"gel now." sunday demanded pointed to the jar of gel that sat open at the vanity mirror.
the stylist came over with some gel to make the wet look it was going pop more.it has to look like i just got out the water or else it wouldn't be right. it was a shoulder length curly wet look that went with my black dress. my makeup was already done so i didn't have to worry about that.
sunday handed me the black saint laurent heels.
"this is why i love you." i kissed her cheek in thanks.
"yes yes get your ass in the sprinter."sunday ushered me out the door. getting in the car was easy the hard part was finding a comfortable position to sit and not ruin the dress.
