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Chapter VI

Thursday, 11:45 am, Miranda Priestly's office

Miranda hadn't called Andy the entire morning. If she had needed something, she had always chosen Emily's number over Andy's, which stirred in Andrea feelings of remorse, regret and jealousy. When it was almost noon, she desperately wished to hear Miranda's voice again. The moment Emily went to the bathroom the phone was ringing, so Andy rushed to pick up immediately when she saw Miranda's ID on the display.

"Miranda? Emily isn't available at the moment. May I help you?"

"So make her available," was Miranda's icy reply.

"Oh no, please…let me help you…please. I know I behaved awfully yesterday. I'm sorry. I really am! Of course you have every right to call me as many times as you wish – day and night – always. Please, talk to me. I promise I'll keep my mouth shut and do as you say."

A long moment of silence followed at the other end of the line.

"Miranda? Miranda, are you still there?" Andy asked quietly.

"I see", Miranda stated and informed her: "As you already know the anniversary party of James Holt International will be tonight. I need Emily and you to be there at 7:30 sharp. Get my Vivienne Westwood dress from the cleaning service and deliver it to the townhouse at 5:00. Don't forget to bring the white D&G pumps as well. And I need someone to pick up the jewelry from Cartier. Call Lydia to confirm the hair dresser appointment at 2:00 and the date with the makeup artist at 3:00, then call Nigel and tell him to dress you properly for the evening. I tend to think Emily will be competent enough to do that all by herself. That's all."

And Miranda had hung up.

They were throwing an anniversary party for JHI? James Holt International hadn't even existed for ten months and they were already celebrating its anniversary? What a bunch of egomaniacs – just ridiculous! But the important thing was that Miranda was speaking to her again and Andy would see her in the evening. Andy decided to take care of Miranda's itinerary, ensuring she would be the one who was going to deliver the dress and shoes to Miranda's townhouse.

3:30 pm, Art Department, Runway

"I need something great, Nigel."

"Wait a minute, do you think there is even one piece in my entire wardrobe that wouldn't pass your lousy benchmark great?"

Andy got impatient. She shook her head: "No, what I mean is, I need something really breathtaking for the evening. Well, I'd like to surprise Miranda. I want her to see that I care about…fashion…"

"…stuff…how you name it." Nigel teased. "I'll see what I can do for you, sweetheart," he added and headed over to the Prada section.

Andy asked: "What about a Vivienne Westwood dress?"

Nigel raised one eyebrow. "A Westwood dress? Miranda is going to wear a piece of the new Westwood collection. I don't know if she would be pleased or rather mad if you'd wear Westwood, too."

"Why would she be vexed about it? I think she'll be very content with my new sense of fashion…don't you think? C'mon Nigel, show me the Westwood collection, please!" Andy gave him a goofy smile and Nigel sighed.

"Well, let's see if we'll find something in your size."

Andy chuckled happily and whispered: "Nigel? Would you do my hair, too?"

"Oh, Six, you owe me!"

5:00 sharp, Upper Eastside, Miranda Priestly's townhouse

Roy had managed to leave New York's heavy traffic behind and so Miranda Priestly's black Mercedes arrived 5:00 sharp at her townhouse and with it her very nervous second assistant Andrea Sachs. Andy desperately hoped there wasn't anything missing in the huge pile of bags she was carrying. Roy was right behind her, transporting even more clothes and shoe boxes to give Andy a helping hand.

"All right, Roy, thanks for helping me. I guess I'll be okay now. Miranda will call you when she's ready to go."

"What about you, Andy?" Roy asked.

"Me? I'll have to go back to Runway first. I also need to change clothes."

"An-dre-a!" Miranda was calling her from in the house.

"Sorry, Roy, I have to go! See ya!" Andy said and rushed into the townhouse.

There wasn't enough space in the wardrobe anymore, so Miranda's clothing was scattered all over the place. Lots of suit bags were lying on the chairs and on the hall's balustrade. Andy wondered if Miranda hadn't decided about her dress for the evening yet.

"An-dre-a! How many times do I have to scream your name?" Miranda already sounded annoyed.

"Coming!" Andy hurried to the lounge.

"There you are! Did you get everything I asked for?" Miranda stood right in the middle of an even bigger pile of clothing than the one that was already lying in the townhouse's lobby.

Her hair and makeup artist had done an amazing job. Miranda looked stunning, even if she was still only wearing the very familiar-looking grey bathrobe. Andy liked the item's intimate touch. Nobody apart from the twins and Stephen had seen her this way lately and no one apart from Andy would appreciate more the view of Miranda Priestly's flawless, peach-colored collarbone anyway, because it would be sheer impossible for any human being to praise this vision even more than she did.

Miranda was wearing golden shining eye shadow, white eyeliner and a lipstick in the shade of bronze. So she definitely must have decided what to wear. The makeup was too special and extraordinary to fit to any random dress. Andy was excited and nervous now.

"Yeah, everything's in the lobby. May I help you with something?" she almost chirped.

Miranda seemed to think about it for a moment before she replied. "Well, actually, yes, you may. You will help me with the dress. It will be complicated and I'll need someone to dress me."

Andy gulped. "Dress you? Of course…I'll do my best."

Then she remembered something and added: "But I'll need to fetch my own dress from the art department first, otherwise I won't get to the party in time."

Miranda rolled her eyes and then spoke to Andy as if she were talking to a seven-year-old child: "Don't be ridiculous, An-dre-a, call Roy and send him to Elias-Clarke; he'll bring your clothes to the townhouse."

"But Roy just did that stressful journey twice, the city is congested…there's too much traffic right now," Andy stated bluntly.

Miranda gazed at her with a look that almost screamed Andy right in the face how unimpressed her boss was about that piece of information. "Please bore someone else with this inanity!"

"O… okay…I…I'll call him then." Andy mumbled.

"Please do…and hurry. I really hate that tedious waiting."

Andy grimaced. And how much Miranda hated waiting. Was there even one person on the entire planet more impatient than she? Andy doubted it and went to call Roy.

When Miranda showed her the specific dress, Andy had trouble breathing. It was the Gold Label AW11/12 – show dress, which had been designed for a Westwood show in London two months ago. It was so extravagant, in more than one way, that nobody had wanted to spend the small fortune to buy it. "Vivienne gave it to me." Miranda informed her. Andy swallowed. "She…she just gave it to you? Wow, the dress costs…" "…30.000 Dollar but well, it's a show dress, I suppose she thought no one would wear it, but enough now. Just come and help me with the corsage. We don't have all the time in the world." Miranda interrupted her. Suddenly Miranda took off her bathrobe, reached for a golden item and handed it over to Andy. Andrea's eyes widened and for a short moment she lost herself in the contemplation of Miranda's perfect body. A skin-colored string was all Miranda was wearing.

It was far more exciting and arousing to dress Miranda as it had ever been to undress Nate, Andy was thinking while she reached for the golden-colored brocaded corset and tried not to stare at Miranda's bare chest, when she suddenly started to realize that there wouldn't be any other clothing underneath the dress. There wouldn't be a bra either or anything else to cover Miranda's breasts. There was only the corset, but it would support and underline her bosom rather than hide it at all. One would see Miranda Priestly's dark nipples underneath the almost transparent and glittering dress embroidered with ornamentations that looked like golden flowers and plants which seemed to grow and wind up and down and around Miranda's body. Andy corrected herself silently – not one, but everyone was going to see it!

There were far more of these delicious and precious applications on the lower part of the dress, while the upper part consisted mostly of transparent and fine cream-colored fabric. Only a few little spots around Miranda's breasts and her arms would be also covered by golden floral appliqués. After Miranda had turned around for her, so Andrea could tie the laces of the corset, she held her breath for a long time.

She had to be very careful trying to lace up Miranda's waist, but she wasn't quite able to concentrate as long as she was gazing at the other woman's bare spine and shoulders. Miranda looked more beautiful than anything Andy had ever seen in her entire life. It felt like holding a precious and fragile china figurine in her hands, which under no circumstances should break, otherwise something very unique would be lost forever.

When she had finally finished Andy asked: "Is…is it laced up properly?"

"I think so." Miranda stated then turned around and ordered: "Hand me the dress, Andrea."

She instructed her assistant: "There is a small zipper on the back. You need to be very careful, the material is very fragile, Andrea."

Thereupon Miranda put on the dress very carefully and turned around again.

The dress fit Miranda like a second skin. It was so extremely tight that one could see her well-shaped buttocks. Andy, who tried hard not to tremble too much while she pulled up the dress's zipper on Miranda's back, leaned against the woman's graceful frame so that her thighs touched Miranda's backside; the contact shot immediately into her already burning center and Andy simply lost it.

Before she knew what she was doing, she had embraced Miranda from behind and frantically began to kiss her shoulders and back while pressing her lower body only closer against Miranda's firm ass. Her hands were running up and down Miranda's waist and abdomen, trying to chart her gorgeous body like a landscape. Andrea pushed herself rhythmically against Miranda, imagining for the very first time in her whole life how it would feel to be in a man's body and to be able to enter Miranda completely, to fuck her and fill her and feel her as close and as intensively as possible.

"You'll ruin the dress!" Miranda hissed and moaned simultaneously.

Andy couldn't care less, she sucked on Miranda's neck, her hands moved upwards and felt the other woman's hardened nipple underneath the delicate fabric. Miranda's moaning increased and all of a sudden Andrea came so hard that it felt like her core exploded by the arousal Miranda had triggered in her. She silently screamed against Miranda's soft skin while holding her even tighter to steady herself.

When Andy's heart had finally slowed down again, she began to realize that she had just used Miranda's body like some teenage boy would use dirty pictures to masturbate.

"The dress, Andrea?" Miranda quite suddenly asked with a tone of concern, as if this was the only thing she cared about at the moment.

Andy looked down between their two bodies to check the dress's fabric, sighing with relief: "Everything's in order."

But nothing was, her panties were completely soaked and she started to feel ashamed of herself, but to Andy's relief the bell rang, so she hurried to open the front door to fetch her own dress.

Miranda hadn't made any comment about Andy's loss of control or her wearing a Westwood dress as well; she just sat in the limousine in all her glory, looking like an Egyptian goddess with her dress and the dazzling necklace with three golden lockets. Miranda kept staring out of the window, but Andy was so occupied with her own emotions that she didn't mind.

She gazed at Miranda, indulged in the view, suddenly full of warm feelings for the woman who was sitting next to her. She couldn't imagine herself without butterflies in her stomach anymore. She wanted to stay right there and never ever leave. She felt as if she had always been this way, feeling…something powerful for this woman…perhaps…even love? Yes! She couldn't deny it any longer: she was head over heels in love with Miranda Priestly. And she wanted it to be like this. She longed for Miranda, wanted to be by her side…always near her and with her. She wanted to love that woman even if it meant making a deal with the devil!

When the Mercedes stopped and Roy opened the doors, Andy knew that she would do everything for Miranda – anything!

Tbc.

Hey guys, I hope you liked it. It was not the chapter I promised, but I just wanted to write the "dressing-scene" between Andy and Miranda. Next chapter will be about the party then. But you have to admit, I updated very fast! ;-) If you'd like to take a look at what I imagined as Miranda's Vivienne Westwood dress please go to:

worldwideweb[dot]viviennewestwood[dot]codotuk[doubleslash]multimedia[slash]collection[slash]gold-label#![slash]page-14[slash]look-2670 (I had to change it a bit, otherwise FF is not going to let me upload the link completely )

It's the golden and transparent (!) one on the right side of the page! ;-)

Next week I'll update a bit later, because I'll be in Berlin again: it's Berlinale time, people and Meryl Streep will be there, too to receive her well-deserved Life-achievement Golden Bear! Cheers!