A: Short Story Collection

Chapter 17

"Tight, Short, Black"

After turning in Eris to the police, I and Ime decide to head back to his apartment.

"So, what do you wish to do with your stress?" I said.

Ime sits down on his bed and smiles. "The usual."

I smile. "Okay."

I start to take off my clothes and he stops me.

"One request tho," he said.

I look at him confused.

"More than sex?"

"An add-on."

"Okay..."

Ime goes to his closet and pulls out a black dress.

"Cute," I said.

"Glad you like it." he looks at me. "You're gonna wear it."

My eyes widen. "What?"

"I said you're gonna wear it."

A dress? Why would he want me to wear a dress? Is being naked not enough for him?

"Is this why you said three thousand?"

"Of course."

I sigh. "I'll put on it then."

I take off my clothes and put on the tight, short, black dress.

I can't believe I'm being seen in this thing.

"See you're a natural."

I look down and notice a tent peaking out of the dress.

My face turns red.

It seems my body says yes and my mind says no.

Ime walks up to me and examines my body.

"Nice and firm. You look nice in a dress."

I groan. "You know I hate compliments."

"Wanna try on some heels?"

"Of course not!" I said fuming.

"I'll throw in extra."

"Yes sir!"

Ime goes back into the closet and pulls out matching black heels.

"Here ya go," he said handing them to me.

I sigh and put them on.

It's hard standing in these things.

"You like 'em?" He said.

I stare at them. "Doesn't feel as bad as I thought."

I walk around stumbling trying to get used to the heels.

"So, you aren't going to take them off?"

"Wait, that's an option?"

Ime grins. "Not anymore."

I groan. "Well, are we gonna fulfill your request or what?"

"Of course princess."

My nose turns red. "Murder is still a capability."

"Choke me with your heels sweetheart."

I gag. "Masochist."

"We're joking."

"That's what you assume."

Ime laughs. "Get in the bed."

I moan. "Yes."