Chapter 8

Black Leather...No Lace

I slowly opened my eyes to allow the dim amber light inside. At first I felt warm and refreshed; but as I exited my deep sleep, a flood of memories and filled my veins, danger...

Isat up in a rush. Where the hell am I? What the hell happened? It took a minute to realize I was in a large bed in an unknown room. It felt like I had been out for several hours and based on how stiff my limbs felt; I must have been right. I was curious to know how long I had been unconscious but the view outside did little to identify the time of day. It was still black as night outside. It had been early afternoon when I was summoned but I had no idea how much time had actually passed.

Taking inventory of myself, my arms felt especially stiff and when I looked down at them I freaked. What the hell am I wearing? Panic coursed through me as my hands raced to my chest and stomach. Where the hell is my armor?

Leaping out of the bed, I saw that I was covered from head to toe in something completely different than what I was last wearing. Stealing my attention, I looked across the room and saw a full length mirror. Running over there like I was being chased by a wizard, I was dumbfounded by what was staring back at me.

My arms, legs and upper body were covered in the tightest leather outfit I ever had on. As I moved from side to side, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It wasn't a suit of armor or even casual clothing. It was a skin tight all black cat suit. It had the same wide open chest area like Petra's outfit, but inside material was pale blue unlike the vibrant color of the queen. Looking down at myself, I felt like my entire chest was exposed in this light weight material but the two dramatic colors complimented each other quite well.

Moving from side to side at the astonishing sight before me, something slowly began to dawn on me. How did I get into this form fitting getup and more importantly who took off my armor and clothes? Quickly glancing about the room for any sign of a clue, I panicked. Great! I hope there wasn't an audience present for the viewing. My eyes were immediately drawn to my ill placed tattoo.

Rubbing my fingers over the skin tight leather, I chuckled imagining myself explaining the permanent marking. Hey it was a dare. If you think it's bad, you should see the Titan out there running around with Buttercup tattooed on his ass.

As quickly as my smirk appeared, it disappeared when I remembered what was going on. Using my hands to cover my breasts, thinking they would pop out any second now; I looked down and saw what else I was wearing against my will. Spanning nearly a quarter of the way up my thigh was a pair of shiny patent leather boots. Complimenting the rest of the outfit, they were sleek and appeared seamless. They also fit me like a glove. Twisting to the side again, with breasts still in hand, I examined the thigh high boots further.

As I moved, they moved with me; without effort. The back side of my knee was open so I had maximum range of movement while the front was still protected. Absentmindedly, I lunged forward like I was about to go into combat. After a few more dramatic positions, I looked down and realized that my boobs hadn't moved at all. Adjusting my girls, I chuckled. These awoken don't miss a beat on anything do they?

Scratching my head, I raked my fingers through my short copper red hair. Staring back at the looking mirror, I mimicked my earlier surprise but this time it was different. As I bore a hole in the glass, I pondered, I have to admit, I look Damn Good. However it didn't take long before I sighed heavily and remembered this was not my chosen guardian armor.

You can see everything and I mean everything. I twisted like a pretzel again trying to see every angle of my outfit. I should know, I stared long enough. Perplexed I tried to lighten my own mood. Well you always wanted to know what it felt like. Squaring off with the figure across from me I puffed, I just thought it would be feeling up a guard – not experiencing it first hand. Forcing out a deep sigh, I eyed myself once more. The extensive V opening started just inside my shoulders and ended right above my pubic bone. "Theses Awoken sure love the way their bodies look in tight clothes that's for sure."

"It is an honor to wear the uniform of our ancestors."

Nearly coming out of my skin, even one as tight as the black get up, I spun around to see the young servant girl from earlier.

"Damn it Lucinda!" Surprised that I wasn't struggling to return the much needed air in my chest inside my new skin, I snapped, "You can't sneak up on someone like that."

"But I did not sneak. I have been here for quite some time."

I was about to correct her on what I meant, but decided against it. After all, she didn't need to feel the wrath from my current frustration. In fact, as I looked her over; I imagined that is exactly why she was sent in here. They knew I wouldn't go off on an innocent. Curse those Awoken. No one ever accused them of being stupid.

Looking back at her brilliant green eyes, I calmly questioned, "So, now what?"

"I'm glad you asked" she said with a twinkle in her eye.