Betrayed Chapter 2

My companion was no slouch when it came to makeup. In fact, she could have gotten a job in Hollywood anytime she chose. Still, this was an afternoon of pampering, so I had made an appointment for her at the salon next door in the Ritz Carlton to do her hair, makeup and nails for her. She was fussy about the right 'look' and insisted on changing into the dress and heels to achieve the right effect. In honor of the occasion and my all-too-willing assent, she had the nail technician do a full set in an ultra-glamour length, ruby-red with gold nail art, and gently curving downward. Her toenails were done to match. Her street clothes had gone into her shoulder bag. The jewelry went on, along with a few spritzes of perfume, and she was done! My already-stunning escort had become an otherworldly blend of elegance, glamour, and pure carnal desire.

The bewitching brunette insisted on a final 'walk-through' of the mall – specifically, to show off. We used the enclosed skywalk to return to the mall, which turned out to be a Godsend. Winter still held its grip on the Windy City; snow was whipping sideways on the side streets that intersected Michigan Avenue, as it so often did. I strode determinedly into the mall, my gorgeous companion in tow, and headed for one final, impromptu stop.

Don't ever let anyone tell you differently; Silver Fox is stunning on an attractive brunette. The instant the associate held up the coat, Dianna began trembling like a leaf in a Nor'easter. She didn't slip into it so much as the coat enveloped her in its comforting warmth, all the way to her trim ankles. The glazed look in her eyes was better than Sex; it lasted longer. She looked down and around, trying to take it all in. When she lifted the right sleeve, she noted the attached tag and read it. I steadied her as she shook uncontrollably.

"Baby, you could by a car for this!" she protested.

"Don't be silly," I quipped. "What would a coat do with a car?"