“Welcome, ladies,” he says with something similar to a lisp.
His clothes are girly enough—pink sequined mini dress, black feather boa, black fishnets, pink polka dot platforms—and the silky, straight pink wig even matches. But it’s the flat masculine ni**les visible above the plunging neckline of the dress that gives the clerk’s gender away. That and the bulge about six inches below his navel.
“I’m Loretta. Can I help you find something?”
Loretta?
What I’d thought was a female smoker’s voice over the phone was apparently…not. Loretta is a man.
“I’m Jenna. I called a few days ago about some coordinating costumes.”
Loretta throws his hands in the air and his mouth forms an O of excitement. “Oh, girl! I’ve been waiting for you. I can’t wait for you to see what I got in for the guys.”
Platforms and all, Loretta races toward me and takes me by the hand to start towing me toward the back of the shop. Quickly, I reach out and grab Cami’s wrist. If I go, she goes.
The back wall of the store is lined with rows and rows of rolling metal racks. Loretta doesn’t stop until we are in the far right, rear corner facing a rack parked under a sign that reads Theopolis.
“I already pulled aside two or three different sizes in all the costumes you asked for. I brought ‘em back here with the ladies’, just to keep ‘em straight. It’s the only thing I like straight,” he says with a wink and an elbow to my ribs. “They start at large and go through two X. I know how big these corn-fed country boys can be.” He waggles his eyebrows comically and delicately slaps my shoulder. I laugh outright.
“Well you know your men,” I say, stating the obvious. “Most of the ones coming in are pretty husky.”
“Mmm, I love me some husky,” Loretta says with a wicked grin. “Now which one of you gets what outfit? Wait! Don’t tell me. Let me guess.”
Like the expert that he obviously is, Loretta describes exactly what I had envisioned us wearing.
“Damn, Loretta, you’re good!” I say in awe.
“Girl, I own a costume shop. I’ve got an eye for the inner beast,” he says confidently.
“Well, two of the guys should be here in a few minutes. They’re the two that are giving us the most trouble about the costumes. You know how pig-headed men can be…”
Loretta rolls his eyes. “Mmm mmm, don’t I know it?”
“So we’ve decided to put on a little show for them so that maybe they’ll be a little more…agreeable.”
Loretta’s eyes light up. “Oh, a costume montage? Sign me up!”
“I was thinking something a little more…private.”
Loretta smiles. “Not that I don’t appreciate what you’re thinking, but this is a public business.”
“Oh, not that private. I was just thinking maybe put on a little show for the boys. You know, get them a little more excited about dressing up. And seeing us all dressed up.”
“Ohhh, I see where you’re going. Start the engines up. Get the appetite going. Girl, I like where you’re head’s at. And I think the dressing rooms in back will work just fine.”
I hear the chime of the front door and my pulse skips. That has to be them.
Loretta yips in excitement. “That must be them. You girls go on back,” he says, pointing to a curtained door. “There are two separate rooms you can use for fitting. Ms. Theopolis, you go left. Honey, you go right,” he says, speaking to Cami. “I’ll roll the whole cart back there when I show your guests to you.” His eyes are bright and sparkling. It’s easy to see that he really loves his job. And men. Hot, corn-fed men.
“Sounds good,” I say, grabbing Cami’s hand. “Come on, woman. We’ve got some torture to inflict.”
Before we disappear, I loud-whisper to Loretta before he’s out of ear shot. “Loretta! I get the red-head.”
He nods and gives me a wink. Cami and I are both smiling on our way through the curtain.
CHAPTER SIX - Rusty
I doubt many things would’ve surprised me more than the man in drag who greeted me and Trick at the door of the costume shop. I think my mouth was still hanging open when he pushed us to the rear of the store and through a curtain to where Jenna and Cami were waiting. Somewhere.
“I’m Loretta,” the guy says by way of introduction. “I’ll be your host for this afternoon’s display. Can I get you boys something to drink?”
Trick and I look at each other then back at him and shake our heads. “No, thanks.”
“All right then. You have a seat right here,” Loretta says, leading me to a comfortable-looking, bright red chair positioned in front of a private little cubby with a black velvet curtain covering the door. “And you come with me,” he says to Trick, disappearing around the corner. “Let’s get this show on the road,” I hear him say as they’re walking away.
I’m sitting in my chair, feeling like a dumbass, when I hear the crackle of speakers coming on line a couple of minutes later. Music pours out around me just before the ambient lights dim and a spot light pops on to illuminate the thick curtain.
I recognize the music. And the song. It’s called You Can Leave Your Hat On, and it has an old, burlesque feel to it. It sets a mood; I’m just not sure what for.
Until I see the curtain wiggle.
It parts just enough that I see a knee poke out. In time with the music, the leg straightens. It’s curvy and covered in fishnet stocking, with a garter halfway up the thigh. On the foot is an obscenely high, shiny black heel. The curtain parts farther and Jenna steps slowly out of the dressing room.
“Oh damn,” I breathe, suddenly warming to the idea of costumes. Jenna smiles and then, pausing, coyly bites her fingertip, looking up at me from beneath her lashes. “I seem to be having some trouble finding juuuust the right costume. I’m looking for…sexy. What do you think of this one?” she asks, her lips curved the slightest bit, just enough to be suggestive. I let my eyes slide over her outfit. She’s in a pink and black bustier that her tits are practically spilling out of and some frilly little panty-type things. And the fishnets. And that’s it.
“Does it fit okay?” she asks softly, letting her palms glide over the swell of her br**sts. “It feels a little…tight.” Before I can answer, she slinks over to my chair and turns, peeking back over her shoulder at me. She wiggles her ass just enough to draw my eye. “How does it look from behind?”