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Chapter Six, Just a Costume 2, Redressed
She giggled. Again she waited for him to come into her booth to check the sexiness of her outfit.
"I apologize," he said, stepping in. "I like it."
"Ooh, so do I..."
She stared at the tight muscle tee that clung to his abs. It was dark red trimmed with shiny gold. There were raging black and orange flames along the bottom edge. The black pants were tight but not vulgar. The cape was shiny gold and hung halfway down his back.
"You...are one...hot...god..." she said.
He smiled, looking up and down her costume. She wore a short white, one shoulder dress that was trimmed in red and gold. A red sash, lined with gold hearts and pink roses tied around her waist. Her legs were bare, the dress ending mid thigh. She wore shiny gold sandals that laced halfway to the knee. On her head was a gold headdress with small red hearts.
"You're extremely hot yourself," he said, taking her hand and kissing it. "What's that saying? Oh, yeah," he said, his voice changing to a whisper. "Make love, not war."
She blushed.
"I've never liked that saying til now," he said.
She giggled. "Becker, you're awful," but she rewarded him with a smoking kiss.
"Should we risk going out?"
She nodded.
They walked out of the booth, Becker holding onto her hand. She twirled in front of the mirror. "I think we make a sexy immortal couple."
"So do I, Jess."
Then they heard whistling.
Jess sighed and braced herself. She looked over to see two men staring at her. She looked at Becker. He stood still.
"You OK?" she asked.
He nodded. "I think I heard some more behind me. And I don't think they were male whistles."
She looked and sure enough, two young women were admiring him from a few racks behind.
"I guess we have to deal with it," she said.
He laughed, and drew closer to her. "It's a curse."
She laughed and kissed him. Suddenly they weren't aware of anyone else in the store.
"So, two more sales?"
She nodded. "Two more." She walked back to her booth. "I'm trying on Red Riding Hood. You try on the wolf."
"Excuse me?"
She giggled. "Just try it."
She heard him sigh loudly and walk with deep, dreading footsteps to his changing booth, mumbling that she should be glad she was cute.
"Becker?" she called after a few moments. She waited. "Becker? Are you even coming out?"
"Grr!"
She screamed as a big gray mass jumped into her booth. "Becker!"
He laughed. "Sorry."
She clutched her heart. "Don't do that!"
He laughed. "I'm a bad wolf, after all."
She shook her head and caught her breath. Then she looked at the costume and smiled. "No, you're a hot wolf."
"This isn't as silly as I had pictured."
He wore tight gray pants and tight shirt in a slightly darker gray. The shirt showed off his physique but didn't hug. The outfit was trimmed in fake dark gray fur along the edges of the shirt and the pants. Tufts of fur on the shirt formed ridges that mimicked muscles.
"It's so soft..." she said, running her fingers through the fur.
"Watch it, Red," snarled Becker. "I am not a soft, cuddly wolf, you know."
She giggled, looking up at his face, with fake furry side burns, a goatee, and wolf ears. "I'll take my chances."
He looked down and whistled. "Me too, Red. You're stunning."
Jess smiled. She wore a short red dress that flared out a bit, like a girly dress, but it was too short to be innocent. The white top had red suspenders and red laces that laced up, revealing the fact that this Red Riding Hood had some cleavage. The caped hood was short, ending in the middle of her back.
"So?" she asked.
"Oh, I want to eat you up."
She giggled. "Maybe later," she said. "Are these keepers?"
He motioned to her to spin. She did.
"Oh, yeah. Definitely keepers."
She nodded. She twirled out of the booth, twirling around in front of the mirrors. Becker saw a few blokes staring at his fairy tale maiden. He snarled, doing the wolf costume proud.
"I think that's enough," said Becker.
Jess looked up. There were two women staring at Becker. "Yes, I think so. We'll get these."
He nodded.
She smiled and kissed him. "I have a few more to try on," she said.
"Of course you do," he said.
She ignored him as she pranced back to her booth. "I want to try on the evil queen..."
"Evil?"
"Very. Then I want to try the Scottish lad and lassie..."
"Scottish? It doesn't have a kilt, does it?"
"Of course it does."
"Jess, what is this perverse thing you have for skirts? I mean, yeah, on you, but not on me! Last year I wore a Roman gladiator and Julius Caesar, remember?"
"I thought it was Anthony," she said, making him groan. She giggled. "I'm sorry, Becker, but you have nice legs."
"No skirts, Jess. No kilts."
"Fine. You will try Prince Charming though?"
He sighed. "Only if it has pants."
"I'm pretty sure it does."
"OK," he said, walking to his booth. "Is it the one that goes with the Evil Queen?"
She nodded.
"Oh, are you going to try and corrupt me?" he asked, pausing at the curtain.
She giggled. "I already have, Captain."
He laughed. "You have indeed and you know what? Corruption's not so bad."
She laughed back. "See you in a minute."
He nodded and they disappeared inside their booths.
End of Chapter Six