The Moon is Not Enough by ThePekingNoodle
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Chapter Four: Clothes Make the Woman
In which our heroine gets a bit of her own back…
Max entered their bedroom and tossed the blonde wig and the pink dress onto the bed. Despite her annoyance with Logan, she had to admit that no one who knew her would ever associate a blonde in pink with Max Guevara Cale. She also had to admit that Logan had displayed a heretofore unsuspected sense of humor in setting up her alias. But she wasn't about to let him know her thoughts. Let him be nervous for a while about her reaction.
She hadn't been lying when she told Logan she loved vineyards. Some of her happiest summers had been spend touring the Sonoma Valley vineyards in the company of her parents who had been wine connosieurs. She idly wondered where his friend's vineyard was, and if it was one of the ones that had been opened to the public or if it had remained private despite the exigencies of Post-Pulse America. Of course many of the vintners had been better off than ordinary citizens as the demand for fine wines from the far east and Europe had remained steady.
It didn't take her long to pack a suitcase for herself for the trip. When she finished she picked up the blonde wig and considered it for a moment before heading into bathroom with it. It was clear that she'd need to bind her own hair up in order to get it on so she set to work twisting her long thick hair on top of her head. She secured it in place with some hair pins and a stretch band that she used to keep it out of her way when she worked out. That done she pulled out her special makeup and carefully covered her bar code. Finally ready she carefully pulled the blonde wig over her head and into place.
She looked into the mirror and realized that her normal careless swipe of lip gloss wasn't going to do. Neither were her usual makeup shades. Bending down she rummaged in the under sink cabinet until she came up with a zippered pink makeup bag. With a look of distaste she spilled the contents on to the counter. As she suspected there was a small bottle of pink nail polish, some pink toned blush, mauve eyeshadow, and an unopened tube of lipstick. She cautiously pulled off the top and twisted it up. It was…pink. With a sigh she set to work using the makeup.
"Max?" Logan's voice drifted in from the bedroom.
She didn't answer, but instead concentrated on finishing up her makeup application, figuring he would find her soon enough.
There was the sound of drawers opening and closing in the bedroom and she assumed that Logan was packing a suitcase for himself. Hangars rattled and she heard the click of suitcase locks.
A moment later the bathroom door opened and there was silence and then Logan said slowly, "Max…?"
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Logan had finished up his work on the computer and downloaded the programs he was going to need while they were away, onto his laptop. When he finished, he looked at his watch and realized that they needed to leave within the next hour if they were going to hit the checkpoints at the right time. He headed into their bedroom. Max's suitcase stood on the floor and the pink dress was lying on the bed.
"Max?" he called. There was no answer but he heard her moving around in the bathroom and decided he'd do his own packing while she finished up whatever she was doing. Fifteen minutes later he snapped the locks closed on his suitcase and set it down next to Max's. He picked the pink dress up in his hand and headed for the bathroom.
When he opened the door he nearly dropped the dress. Max stood in front of the vanity with her back to him. She was dressed only in a pair of the tiniest excuses for panties he had ever seen and a halter neck bra that left her back bare. Her skin gleamed golden and he drank in her lush curves.
"Max…?" he managed to choke out, as he told himself that they had no time for fun and games if they were going to get to the checkpoints.
Max turned and he was speechless. Gone was his exotic dark haired beauty. Instead an equally lovely blonde stood looking at him. Her hair was slanted in a chin length bob that served to emphasize the exotic cast of her features. Artfully applied eye shadow emphasized her dark eyes, which contrasted dramatically with her light hair. Her lips were a soft pink instead of their usual berry red but they were every bit as enticing.
The bra she was wearing pushed up her already lush breasts so they appeared to be about to spill out of it and her panties dipped low exposing her golden belly and long legs.
"Um… here." He held out the dress. "I thought you might want this. We need to leave soon."
Max gave him a wicked smile and held out her hand for the dress but made no move to come closer to him. 'Are you going to give that to me or stand there gawking all day?"
Logan just stood there, maintaining his control by a slim margin. He gulped as she grew tired of waiting and sauntered toward him, clearly enjoying his reaction. She stopped just inches away from him.
"Cat got your tongue, Biff?" she said seductively. She reached out and ran a pink tipped fingernail down his chest. Logan counted to ten and clenched his fists at his sides.
"Max, we have to get going," he managed to repeat.
"The name is Bunny, sweetheart and I know that." She made no move to take the dress from him, enjoying her revenge for his earlier teasing. "So do I pass muster as a blonde?" She stepped back and turned slowly for his benefit.
"Max…" Logan was reduced to a state of complete speechlessness. He gave up and shoved the dress at her and started to turn to leave.
Max's voice stopped him. "You can't go. I need you to help me into this."
She lowered the dress to the floor and stepped into it, and then slowly pulled it up her body in a reverse strip tease that was more erotic than if she had been taking the dress off. As her golden skin was covered by the soft pink material, Logan had the urge to go to her and rip the dress off. Max had the bodice pulled up now and she turned her back to him.
"Can you zip me up and tie the halter neck, Biff?"
Logan groaned to himself as he walked over and fumbled awkwardly with the zipper that closed the skirt to the waist in the back. Her back was bare from the waist up and he took the halter ties from her hands and slowly tied them at the back of her neck. Max leaned back into him as he finished and he was unable to resist dropping his hands to circle her waist as he leaned in to kiss the back of her neck. She leaned back against him and his hands started to creep forwards and upwards. But then two small hands gripped them and pulled them away from their goal as she spun and looked at him.
"Naughty, naughty." She scolded. "Anyway don't we have to get to the checkpoints?"
Logan groaned to himself as he took in the full effect of the front of the dress. It had a sweetheart neckline that dipped low and the effect of her push up bra was clearly evident. The bodice hugged her curves to her waist, where the skirt flared out slightly and then fell in a soft fall. As she walked it swirled and clung to her long legs.
"Logan. We…need…to…go." Max was speaking to him slowly and carefully.
Logan shook his head and forced himself from his pleasant daydream that consisted of taking Max into the bedroom, divesting her of that damned pink dress, and then making slow sweet love to her. "Right. So come on." He brushed past her and grabbed the suitcases.
Max followed, laughing to herself. Logan had wanted a pink lady and he was going to get one with a vengeance. If nothing else their road trip should be amusing. Logan was already at the elevators when she left the apartment, waiting impatiently.
"What took you?" he demanded.
"I had to put on my shoes."
They were in the elevator and it was heading down. Max held out a small foot shod in a strappy sandal to illustrate her words.
Logan just stared at the expanse of shapely leg that was revealed. His control snapped and he pushed Max against the back of the elevator and captured her lips in a hungry kiss. She responded in kind for a few moments, but then the elevator dinged, signaling that they had arrived at their destination.
Max pushed Logan back from her, noting with satisfaction the evidence that she had had the desired effect on him. "Come on, Biff. We wouldn't want to miss the rush hour."
"Max, I'm going to kill you…" he muttered softly to himself forgetting her enhanced hearing.
Her laughter drifted back to him. "The name's Bunny. Better remember that."
End of Chapter Four…TBC…