A Rose With Its Thorns Cut Off

10. Mutual Benefits

"Are you really sure it's okay to buy me all of these?" I ask.

Jason and I were currently at an expensive shopping mall built for the elite part of the city's population. It was a rather "private" mall for people who reside in the richer subdivisions of the city. We were at an expensive clothing store of the mall. There weren't many people around even if it was a Friday afternoon. A time where people should be bustling in a shopping mall. But as I said, it's a mall for the elite.

Jason made me where a bunch of semi-formal dresses and show them off to a handful of salesladies, trying to get their opinions on each one. Before this shop we went to a salon with obnoxiously high prices for a trim, curls, manicure, and pedicure. He also had his hair done in a pulled back undercut style. It suspiciously reminded me of Leonardo de Caprio's...

After dozens of dresses I had to try on, they finally settled on a simple white cocktail dress with pleats on the sides and a black belt on its waist. Its top was made in the form of a tube, dangerously showing off a lot of cleavage. Almost like the dress was about to fall off if it wasn't clinging to my breasts with how tight fitting it was. Unsurprisingly, my breasts only seem to enlarge the older I get. Last year it was at cup B, this year it's already at C. If my body's physique was going to follow my mommy's genes, I'd probably be at cup H in a few more years. And I'm barely 14.

Going back to the matter at hand, the dress I had barely covered my thighs as it reaches several inches above my knees. The salesladies said something about a simple natural look befitting me more and the fact that the dress accentuates my bust and petite body. When I looked in the mirror, I had to say that I did look very attractive and regal-looking in the dress despite its simplicity and the light make-up I wore.

He bought me 2-inched black stilettos adorned with white crystals and a plain white pearl necklace that rested around my neck. He said something about the attire making me look taller and fairer. Well, I'm sorry if I was only 148 cm tall. Not my fault I was cute sized.

"Of course, it's alright, babe. You look wonderful in it. Besides, you'll need it for the party tonight." Jason nonchalantly answers as he hands his credit card to a cashier.

He was in a red dress shirt with its sleeves folded above his elbows. He had a black vest with gold buttons over it and a black coat hanging off his shoulders like a cape. He wore black slacks with gold linings and black pointed leather shoes. I had to admit, he looked like royalty in that outfit. No wonder Jason's a ladies' man.

"What party?" I inquire raising a brow in confusion.

"It's my older brother's birthday. Our family will host a party tonight at the grand central function hall several blocks from here. And you'll be my date." He smiles as he hands me a paper bag with my uniform and other clothing prior to our shopping.

So, it's a business party. Since we're dressed formally, I'm guessing a bunch of businessmen and elitists would be attending this party. And I'm his date because I'm his public girlfriend. He has to dress me up like a doll to show me off like some trophy. I don't have the best family background so I should at least look like I'm one of them.

He escorts me to his car and drives over to the venue.

I wouldn't elaborate further as to how the party went but I'll give a run down on my little journey for the night.