Angela spun round and round and round, trying to get her bearings. Oh! This mall was just so confusing! Everything looked exactly the same! So how on earth was she supposed to figure out where to go!? Sure, there were signs, but every time she followed one, she had no idea if she would actually wind up in the right place. There were no other visible markers, just an endless sea of fancy clothing.
"I swear I've passed that dress rack three times already!" she complained, but she was saved from her predicament not too long after.
"Hey, there you are! Finally!" It was Deborah Lavish to the rescue! "So glad you could meet me on such short notice, my little angel." She embraced the doctor warmly. "I half expected you to leave me on read!"
"What? No! Of course not!" Angela didn't seem to realize Deborah was teasing her. "You know I'd never do that to you if I can help it, I love you!"
"Aww, well I love you too!" Deborah gave Angela a peck on the lips. "You suck-up!" she added, winking. "But that's ok, I like you that way."
The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before Angela finally asked why Deborah wanted her to come here, of all places.
"Like you didn't notice where we are?" Deborah snorted, gesturing to some of the racks closer to the walls of the store.
"Oh, do they sell lingerie here?" Angela asked, just barely able to make out the thin, sheer lace and silk Deborah was pointing to.
"Oh, do they sell lingerie here?" Deborah teased again, mocking Angela. The doctor cringed sheepishly, smiling apologetically.
"Sorry, I wasn't thinking," she said. Too busy getting lost as I tried to tell dress rack from dress rack in attempt to find you in this crazy labyrinth!
"No, it's fine," Deborah laughed, clapping Angela's shoulder reassuringly. "I like when you play innocent, it's cute! And besides," her reassuring smile turned wicked, "It means I get to seduce you over to the dark side!"
Ah, so THAT'S why she called me here… Angela thought faintly. She could feel a giddy rush that started in her chest and seemed to radiate out to every inch of her body. It made her feel breathless and bashful, but also exhilarated and excited. What a thrilling little rush it was!
"And speaking of…" Deborah's wicked smile grew. "Walk with me."
"And where exactly are we going?" Angela sounded amused as Deborah dragged her closer to the lingerie section.
"Just follow me," Deborah replied with a wink. "And act natural!" They continued to weave in and out of the sea of clothing. "This way…"
A couple minutes later, the scientist and the supermodel found themselves in the dressing room. By that point, Angela was more in the swing of things and decided to spice it up a bit by being the first to kiss Deborah. Deborah barely managed to shut the door behind them before Angela was suddenly all over her, lips and hands. The doctor started by grabbing Deborah's shoulders, but that's certainly not where she stopped. Or rather, that's not where she would've stopped had Deborah continued to let Angela have her way with her.
"Hey! I thought you were supposed to be the innocent one?" Deborah laughed between kisses. Typically, she liked to be the initiator, but she couldn't deny that it was damn sexy when Angela became so desperate and aroused that she shed all shyness and repression just to get to Deborah. Angela had once, in embarrassment, called herself a senseless sex fiend, to which Deborah replied that she found Angela as a crazed sex maniac rather endearing, so long as she was the one Angela wanted. Right now definitely qualified, but…
"No more! Shhh! Stop! Down girl!" Deborah was still laughing, trying to push Angela off, but Angela always seemed to acquire an extra bout of strength whenever she was in a mood like this. She was by no means difficult for Deborah to handle, Deborah was much taller and stronger, but feeling how fiercely Angela clung to her was quite an ego-boost. "You're going to get us kicked out! I didn't bring you here for that purpose!"
"Aww, what?" Angela whined, finally pulling her lips away, but her hands still clung to the front of Deborah's dress.
"Oh, will you quit pouting!?" Deborah rolled her eyes affectionately. "That face, I swear!" You know I'm weak for the cute ones, Jekyll. Ah, but the model wasn't going to let the doctor have her way that easily. After all, Deborah was the one who liked to take charge in their little romps. "Don't be a little brat!" She waggled her finger playfully before tapping Angela's nose.
"Well, why did you bring me here, then?" Angela tried to calm her thundering heart, knowing that part of her snippiness was coming from her complete and utter desire to have Deborah in every way possible. She did her best to keep the needy whine out of her voice this time.
"Hey, trust me! This will be just as good!" Deborah insisted confidently, then she leaned in towards Angela's ear. "I want to give you a show…"
Oh? Now Angela was intrigued again, very intrigued. She shivered in pleasure as Deborah's whisper sent tingles down her spine.
"I wanted to pick something out to surprise you with, but then once I got here I found four really cute outfits and I couldn't decide which one I should get, and I only have the money on hand for one…" Ok, that was a lie. Deborah was rolling in the dough. But hey, any excuse to get Angela in the dressing room with her, right? And for once, Angela decided that she could let this little lie slip by without incident. "So then I thought "why not let you decide by letting you see me in each of them?" up close and personal." For a second time, she whispered right in Angela's ear, and for a second time, Angela was bathed in pleasure.
"Deborah, you devious, dangerous woman," she whispered, feeling her heartbeat speed up again.
"Absolutely," Deborah agreed. "So, sexy, are you up for the challenge?"
Angela's only response was to bite her lip before rushing in to steal a few more kisses from Deborah. Deborah burst out laughing again.
"I take that as a yes! Now, down! You animal! I can't get changed with your paws all over me, can I?" she joked. This time, Angela let Deborah go without Deborah needing to push her off. "And turn around," Deborah instructed next.
"Wait. What? But—!" I thought you said you were giving me a show?
"Ah, ah, ah! No buts!" Deborah waggled her finger again. "Need I remind you what I said earlier, Jekyll? Don't be a little brat."
You whispering in my ear like that isn't doing a thing to make me want you any less, Lavish. But, obediently, the doctor finally turned around.
"Good girl," Deborah purred. She may not have whispered in Angela's ear, but that phrase did things to her.
"Why can't I watch you, Deborah?!" the doctor couldn't help but whine just a little.
"I want it to be a surprise!" Deborah replied cheerfully. Oh, she was just having the time of her life being such a flirt, wasn't she? Wicked woman. "Oh, and close your eyes!" she added. "No peeking!" There were two mirrors in the dressing room, one on the door and one on the wall opposite the door. Because of that, when Angela turned around, Deborah was able to tell whether or not the doctor's eyes were actually closed.
"They're closed!" Angela complained. "You know I wouldn't break a promise to you if I can help it!" Even if it IS something as silly as not peeking while you undress… Get naked… Right here… Inches behind me… And I may not be able to see, but I know how you're probably looking at me… You terrible, terrible temptress! Angela's face flushed and she suddenly felt very warm all over.
"Thank you for being patient with me, my little angel." A note of genuine softness entered Deborah's voice. "I promise it'll be worth it. Or, well, I guess I'll let you be the judge of that." There was the sound of rustling fabric, and then Deborah finally gave Angela permission to look.
"Oh! Deborah! You look so lovely!" Angela gasped softly, and she really did. She was in a rather bold pink, which was admittedly unusual for her, but Angela thought the color popped really well against her pale skin. But even better, just due to the shape and cut of the outfit, Angela got quite a nice eyeful of that lovely, silky white skin. And the pieces definitely did wonders in accentuating Deborah's figure and features.
"It's really cute, right?" Deborah nodded enthusiastically, running her hands up and down the material. "I'm not really one for such a bright pink, but I mean, just look what it's doing for, well…" she trailed off with a playful smirk, hands finally stopping at her chest. Angela nodded back, hardly even aware as her own hands started to make their way forward towards Deborah's. "Hey! I said look! Not touch!" Deborah laughed. "Don't get any ideas, missy! The touching is for after." She gave Angela a seductive wink, but a second later, she turned her attention back to her clothing.
"What exactly is the material?" Angela asked. "Do you know?" She, of course, had no clue, but since Deborah was a model, she was much more likely to be able to recognize fabric types on sight.
"I think it's lace, but it's not scratchy, so I'd assume that it's lined with—hey! Wait!" the model's head shot up as she realized hers weren't the only hands on her chest anymore. "You just wanted an excuse to get your hands on me! Crafty, cunning doctor!"
"Had to do something with this brilliant brain of mine," Angela chuckled, tapping her temple as she reluctantly let her hands fall from Deborah's chest. "But it is really nice and soft," she agreed.
"Right?" Deborah nodded again. "It is a little more "frilly girly princess" than I usually choose, but it's so soft!"
The pair admired the outfit for a little while longer before Deborah decided to move them onto the next outfit.
"Turn around again!" she instructed. Angela chuckled and shook her head, but obeyed. "Actually… give me your spectacles, too."
"What?!" Angela whipped around. As soon as she did, Deborah plucked the glasses right off Angela's face. Angela squinted and pouted, crossing her arms. Now she couldn't see a thing! Deborah, at the same time, got curious and slipped Angela's glasses on.
"Good God, Angela! Your eyesight really is awful!"
"No, really? I had no idea!" the doctor deadpanned.
"Oh, hush," Deborah clicked her tongue before setting the glasses down on bench where she'd placed the other outfits.
Just under a minute later, the glasses were back on Angela's face while a new dress was on Deborah's body.
"Ah, what are those straps for?" Angela gestured to the straps just below Deborah's chest.
"Oh, I think they're just for show," said the model, looking down. "I don't think they're holding anything up, if that's what you're asking," she joked. "I know it's a lot more intricate than the last one, but it's hot, right? Plus, it has these little clips down here on the legs so you can attach garters," she paused to fiddle with the straps going down her legs. Angela, meanwhile, bit her lips. Deborah in garters sounded really hot. "It's also discreet enough to wear underneath my clothes!" the model chirped happily.
"What?" Now that idea sounded even hotter still, Angela wanted to hear more…
"Like, say, a dress," Deborah suggested, then she tilted her head and a playful light returned to her ocean-blue eyes. Angela's stomach twisted in excitement. Whenever Deborah looked at her like that, and whenever her voice got all low and sultry like that, that was how the doctor knew she was in for a real treat. She was glad to know Deborah was feeling just as frisky as she was.
"Maybe one night we go out for dinner and drinks, and I let it slip over appetizers what I have underneath!" Then she leaned into Angela's ear for a fourth time. "It would be a great way to get you ready for dessert."
"Could you be any cheesier?" Angela joked, stepping away from Deborah, trying to mask how flustered Deborah was making her feel. It wasn't just the whispering, either. Looking at Deborah in such a stunning, tight, suggestive little outfit… and the way Deborah was looking at her… those eyes, that head tilt… Was it just Angela, or was it getting stuffy in that little dressing room?
"Well, keep in mind, I said maybe," Deborah's eyes took on a mischievous glint.
"Oh, you tease!" Angela pouted and crossed her arms again, earning a laugh from her companion.
"You know it," she agreed. "But don't worry. Like I said, it'll be worth it."
Then it came time for the third outfit.
"I still don't see why you can't, or won't, let me watch," Angela muttered as Deborah made her turn around again.
"I know, I know, I'm such a cruel mistress for not letting you see," Deborah crooned. Oh, God, hearing her say the word "mistress"…
"Well, I'm still having fun," Angela said stubbornly, trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince Deborah.
"Well, I'm glad," Deborah's voice softened again. "You know I aim to please." She may have been the more dominant, forward one of the two, but she wanted to make sure Angela enjoyed their time together just as much as she did.
"Oh, uhhh, Angela, could you tie up the back for me?" she asked a few seconds later.
"Oh, am I allowed to look now?" Angela asked, turning around, but keeping her eyes shut tight just in case.
"Yes, silly!" Deborah laughed. "Unless you know how to tie a knot with your eyes closed… Hmm, you know, that actually sounds like something that could be fun…" The model tapped her chin thoughtfully.
"Deborah, I swear, you're incorrigible." The doctor pretended to sigh as Deborah turned around, moving her hair out of the way to allow Angela better access the ties on the back of the dress.
"You don't have to do it all the way, just enough to get the idea," she said as she felt small, cautious fingers brushing against her skin. She shivered in pleasure. Even if Angela wasn't trying to, she was still doing a damn good job of making Deborah hungry for more. "That's good…"
"This is a really nice outfit, Deborah, I like the Victorian corset look it has," Angela said as she stepped away.
"Oh, it's not a real corset," Deborah replied. "It doesn't have the boning, and don't say it—"
"Boning?!" Angela repeated, only just barely able to control her fit of giggles.
"Ok, boning," Deborah rolled her eyes, but she was laughing. "Now, moving on!"
"Heheh, boning," Angela whispered and Deborah was unable to hold back a small snort.
"Shhh! Quit! Listen! It has as really thin wire… framework," she said, enunciating the word, "as a support, but it's fine for what I need."
Angela bit her lip but was unable to stifle a few more giggles. Deborah rolled her eyes in exasperation, but she was smiling, too.
"Maybe not, if you keep saying it! Honestly, Angela, and you say I'm the incorrigible one?"
"Well, can you blame me? That's what roughly 25 years of repression does to a woman."
"Ah, you really have to get it all out of your system, don't you?" Deborah smirked dryly. Angela nodded, still laughing a little.
Once the two managed to exhaust the joke, though, they turned their attention back to the faux-corset.
"I'd say the only downside is needing another pair of hands to tie it up. Kind of ruins my ability to surprise you with it," she said. "But oh well, I've always been a sucker for the way corsets look. It's the Brit in me, I suppose," she said, laughing at herself. Maybe corsets weren't exclusively British, but the association between the two was strong.
"Ok, last one!" Deborah said a moment later. "You know the drill."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Angela pretended to roll her eyes in exasperation as she dutifully turned around to face the door, eyes squeezed shut.
"I think I saved the best for last! Just you wait!" Deborah sounded excited.
"Is it your birthday suit?" Angela joked.
"What? No!" Deborah snorted. God, Angela could be quite a feisty little thing, couldn't she? Deborah found it wildly attractive. "Although I'm glad you appreciate that, too," she added. "I know I certainly like yours…"
"Deborah!" Angela's shoulders rose, they always did that whenever she was feeling particularly flustered.
"Maybe I should have you put on a show for me one of these days," the model continued thoughtfully.
"Oh, Lord, no," Angela laughed and shook her head. She wasn't half the model Deborah was.
"Why ever not, my little angel?" Deborah tilted her head, looking Angela up and down. "I think you're lovely."
Angela made a noise of discomfort, but they both knew that she also really appreciated the compliment. Deborah knew exactly what to say to fluster and flatter a woman, didn't she?
Deborah, meanwhile, gave Angela a sad smile. As fun as it was to taunt the smaller woman, she did hate to think that Angela still held so much insecurity about her looks. Just because she wasn't a model didn't mean she wasn't still gorgeous. As Deborah said earlier, she was weak for the cute ones, and that was exactly what Angela was. Maybe Angela didn't see it, but Deborah sure did, and she was the one with 20/20 vision!
"All right, now I'm ready. Ta-da!" she gave Angela a cheesy smile as she turned around. "Well?"
"Woah." That was all Angela could say. That was all she could even think to say.
"Right? I think we found a winner!" Deborah looked quite proud and pleased of herself, reveling in Angela's shellshocked expression.
"Well, it's very… sheer… isn't it?" Angela was shaking, laughing nervously. Oh, all the things I want to do right now, both to her AND myself…
"Barely leaves a thing to the imagination," Deborah agreed, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes again. It seemed as if Angela's birthday suit joke hadn't been too far off the mark after all. "Although, it definitely looks like your gears are turning, doc, so what's going on in that brilliant brain of yours, hmmm? Since I left nothing up to your imagination, I think it only fair you return the favor."
With every word she spoke, Deborah stepped closer and closer to Angela, hips swaying and voice low and sultry. Angela swallowed down another lump in her throat, panting a little now. Deborah watched her chest rise and fall and smirked.
"You're doing such a good job keeping your hands to yourself," she said, half teasing and half praising. "I'm proud of you for that. I know it must've been so hard for you, since I've been getting you all worked up this whole time!"
"You certainly have!" Angela tried to retort, but her voice came out a strangled squeak. Deborah's chest was only about an inch away now.
"I know, I'm a bad woman, aren't I?" the model purred. "I should be punished, hmm?"
Oh, now THIS took a hard right turn, didn't it? But for once, Angela was exhilarated rather than flustered. Even though she had a feeling that Deborah wouldn't wait long to turn the tables, at least for right now, she was letting Angela have some fun, so Angela decided to indulge her.
"Shall I take you home now and show you what happens to naughty girls?" the doctor asked, finally grabbing Deborah's waist and pulling her close.
"See?" the model chuckled. "I told you it'd be worth it."
AN: I give full credit to DA for this story bc a lot of the dialogue is taken right out of her "In the Dressing Room" audio.
Angela and Deborah belong to Todd C.