Costumes and Collars

Frankie felt sorry for the guy. It was bad enough to be stared down by her, but with Christopher in fully defensive knight mode and the scent of sex haloed around them, the poor man didn't stand a chance. The manager's anger snuffed out and his mouth popped open. He tripped back and out of the way, eyes darting between the pair of them with an incoherent stammer.

"We'll take it." Christopher said, voice brittle on the verge of anger though leaning closer to boredom as he looked down his nose imperiously at the manager. The look could peel paint. It certainly curdled the manager's expression.

"God you're a snob." Frankie nudged him with her hip and he slid his arm protectively around her as though he thought the manager was some threat he must prepare to squash, which almost made her laugh out loud. "And a Fireman outfit that will fit his royal highness." She added after a moment, "And if you think that devil outfit will fit me, we'll take that too. Since I guess you don't want us taking up your dressing room anymore."

In the end, she ended up with a white robe that wasn't quite scandalous where it ended just above her knees and red feathery wings that matched the silly halo with attached set of horns. He got his fireman's outfit complete with rubber ax and helmet and a little bundle of cat ears, tail and collar for after the party. She thought he might have pushed an extra few bills over the counter to soften the misunderstanding. It wasn't until he had her safely tucked into the SUV that he finally let his smile slip and flash those adorable fucking dimples at her.

He always got what he wanted.