I was strolling around Hell as a regular Imp demon and sight seeing the local shops. I was Lucifer's girlfriend and I wanted to dress nicely for our 3 year anniversary of being together. Of course I had insecurities about being curvy as I have been all my teenage years. But when I met Lucifer, he always told me that he loves the way I am. I looked into a shop that had a selection of beautiful black dresses.
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I smiled as I walked into the shop to see the prices of the dress. The store clerk looked up from her magazine and tried to put on her best customer face. "Welcome to Cult Couture, how can I assist you?" I smiled and said "Oh, I'm just looking at these dresses." She just nodded and looked back down at her magazine. I looked up and down at the selection and picked out (Choice of dress from above). I suddenly heard a few chuckles from the girls shopping in the store.
"She's not going to fit in that dress." "Oh my Satan! Right?!" "She's probably to tear it as soon as it goes past her thighs." "Her arms will probably tear it to shreds too".
My eyes pricked with tears as I heard those comments. I tried not to let it bother me as these bitches don't know who I am or anything about me. I picked out the dress in my size and walked over to the dressing room. I got undressed from my shirt and pants and tried the dress on. It was a bit of a struggle to get past my thighs, as what usually happens when I wear pants, but once the dress went to my top part, it fit snuggly against my body.
I looked in the mirror and my eyes went in awe as the dress was beautiful against my hips, chest, and curves. I looked at the price tag and my eyes went wide as saucer plates. "$500?! Why so much money when the smaller sizes are half than that?" I frowned and took off the dress as I slipped the dress off my body and put my regular clothes back on. I went out of the dressing room and saw the bitches who made fun of me.
"Told you it wouldn't fit her," one of them who wore too much perfume and makeup looked at her friends. They chuckled as I gave the dress back to the cashier and she just rolled her eyes and went back to her magazine. Completely ignoring what was happening in her own store. I walked past them and went out the store with my head down. They quickly came behind me and shoved me against the wall of a store.
"Hey bitch! You don't get to ignore me and my crew when we are around." I shook my head, annoyed at them. "Fuck off. I'm just trying to buy a dress for my boyfriend and mines anniversary."
Slap!
I felt my cheek sting from her slap and she growled at me. "Oh please you're such a fucking liar! Your boyfriend probably doesn't want to date a fat, ugly cow!" I felt her friends come to my arms and held them so the leader can do whatever she wanted to me. "I bet he doesn't want to have sex with you in bed with these shoulder boulders in the way!" She grabbed a knife from her purse and cut away my shirt. My bra covered breasts popped out as I tried to thrash to get out of the girls hold on me. "These are probably fake, right girls?" "Right!!", they agreed as I continued to get away from them.
