V & V (wlw)

Chapter 10 - The one at the tailor's

"I feel like a Christmas ham." Veronika strained against the seams as she brought her arms out in front of her.

"But do you like it?" Vic was looking at her face, reflected in the mirror.

They were in the closet and Ron was wearing one of Victoria's three-piece suits, a charcoal grey number that she hadn't seen before. Vic had asked her to put on a suit, for some reason.

"I look stupid." The arms were too long, the shoulders and chest were too tight, and the slacks rippled at her ankles.

"No you don't. It's cute." Victoria wrinkled her nose. "Like a child forced to go to mass."

Ron glared at her; Vic kept talking. "We'll get it made properly for you. But you like it? Yourself, in a suit?"

Veronika did; she already had a couple of suits she used to rotate for work. She used to mix and match them with each other – she couldn't find a good reason to spend her money on more. But that was in the Before Times, when she lived in a studio apartment on the second floor of some old guy's falling-apart house.

"Yeah. Big fan of the vest, actually."

"Mm. I noticed you already have suits. Tasteful, by the way. But no vests?" Victoria let her hands settle on top of the other woman's shoulders.

"They'd have been one more thing to get tailored. Plus I've never worn them before, and I figured at the time that I didn't need them."

"Changed your mind?" Maybe Ron was just so deprived, but sometimes Victoria would make her feel like she was being flirted with. Like right now; literally all Vic was doing was talk about clothes, but the subtle touching and the sultry little voice made Ron think twice.

"Yeah. Feels great. And I stand straighter." She would never ever admit this, though. What would she even say? Victoria, are you hitting on me? The prospect was mortifying.

"You know," Ron continued. "Big chests, past a certain point, give you so much back pain."

"Huh." Vic's eyes flitted momentarily down to her covered chest; Ron had been waiting to catch her, but didn't mention it. Victoria said, "I suppose I lucked out, then."

"It's not bad. I like my tits."

"I suppose your women do, too." Ron almost spoke up to address this, but Vic withdrew her hands and the moment was gone.

Victoria looked at her wristwatch. "Get dressed in something form-fitting. We leave in ten."

"To where?" Veron tried shrugging off the too-tight jacket and Vic had to help her out of it before replying.

"Tailor. We need you measured."

Victoria had left before she could explain why Ron was even getting a suit, so the latter changed into the suggested clothes and left the walk-in.

Victoria ushered her down to the garage and soon they were both inside the Porsche and pulling out of the building.

"Sorry for the abruptness of it all," said Vic, making a turn. "But I have a work function and I need you to be there and within dress code."

Ron didn't have more questions. Vic did mention this as part of her requirements as a wife, and she was happy to be getting a suit. All her others were off the rack and tailored after the fact; it was her first time going the custom route.

They arrived at a storefront that had two mannequins displayed in dynamic poses, donning suits that were polar opposites of each other. Veronika supposed it showed their range. She followed Vic inside as she was greeted by a blonde woman, also in a suit.