Suzy was already in the restroom when she arrived. “Hey girlfriend, I have our dresses all ready. Your dress is in the pink cover so go ahead and grab that one and try it on.” Suzy grabbed the leopard-skin cover-up which apparently contained her dress and walked into a stall while Claire unzipped the pink cover-up to inspect her dress. She was relieved to see that it contained a dark-green silk dress which looked innocent to her eyes. Please, please don’t let it be spandex. Claire went into the other stall and slipped her clothes off and the dress on.
The dress was actually beautiful with a pleated, strapless bodice and an empire waist that flowed smoothly into a form-fitting skirt. There were only two problems with the dress that Claire could see; the snug bodice show-cased her assets and pushed her br**sts into looking more like a D cup rather than her usual small C. The second problem was the length; the dress was well above her knees, well well above them. If she had to bend over for anything tonight it was going to get X-rated in a hurry.
She sucked it up and walked out of the stall without complaint remembering her vow to do whatever she had to do to make sure Suzy had a good night. Suzy was leaving the stall next door, and Claire realized that her cover-up bag hadn’t been leopard skin after all; it was clear and the dress it contained was what she’d seen. Only Suzy could make something that should be totally mind-boggling into something that others would actually envy.
The dress was a similar style to the one that Claire was wearing, strapless with a high bodice. Where Claire’s dress was more tailored looking, Suzy’s had clear rhinestones and a sassy little ruffle at the top that showed off the curve of her ample br**sts to perfection. Her dress was about the same length as Claire’s.
“Hey, that dress is rocking on you,” exclaimed Suzy and then followed the comment up with a loud whistle.
Claire smiled saying, “You look great Suz; that dress is so you. This dress, however, doesn’t seem like you; what gives?”
“That’s Beth’s dress actually; I just wanted to freak you out thinking it was one of mine. I figured your rear end would hang out of mine since they’re really short on me. I had to drop Beth off at home this morning, and I borrowed that one for you.”
Touched that Suzy had gone to so much trouble to make sure she didn’t have any excuse to get out of dinner, Claire smiled and didn’t make one single complaint. She asked Suzy to zip her dress and then stepped over to the mirror borrowing some of the makeup that Suzy had brought along.
“Hey, let me do your makeup; you need a new look with that dress.” Again deciding to let Suzy have her way tonight, Claire gave herself over to a makeover. “Ok, I’m all done and you look fantastic.” Claire could hardly connect the person staring back at her in the mirror as herself. Suzy had really applied more eye makeup than Claire had ever used and as a result her green eyes looked huge. Her lips were a glossy red, and the blusher accented her cheek bones. “Now take that hair down and brush it; the spinster hair with the sultry dress is a definite clash.”
Claire released the clip from her hair and set about taming it into some form of order. Suzy took that over as well and when she was finished applying the last coat of hairspray, Claire had to admit that she looked good. Maybe a bit like a classy hooker but hey, take one for the team. They quickly packed and took the elevator to the lobby. As people turned to stare at them Claire practically ran from the building to Suzy’s small SUV.
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Thirty minutes later, Suzy was pulling in front of the valet stand, and the door was opened for her by a young man in a uniform. Claire noticed the attention she was receiving from the rest of the valets. Suzy walked around the car and the admiring looks were then turned to her and Claire was quickly forgotten. No matter where she went, Suzy was usually the center of attention and Claire was more than happy to have her in that role.
“Hey babe, take good care of my ride,” said Suzy with a dramatic bat of her eyelashes. The poor guy almost fell over his feet in his haste to take the keys from her. With a wink, Suzy tossed her keys over and took off towards the entrance to the restaurant like she owned the place.
Sometimes I wish I had just half the confidence that Suzy does, thought Claire as she followed her to the reservation desk. Luckily for them the host was another male, and Suzy batted her lashes again and said, “Hey, reservations for two for Denton. Do you think you could possibly give us a table at the window? I just love the ocean at night; it’s so sensual.”
Claire truly felt sorry for him; he literally swallowed his tongue in his haste to please her. “Ye… Yes, I think I can find you something. We’ve a table that’s reserved for 6:30, but I’m sure they wouldn’t mind waiting until you ladies are finished, come right this way.”
Indeed, they were led to a table with a breathtaking view of the Atlantic Ocean. The restaurant was dimly lit and relied on candlelight from each table as well as twinkling white lights similar to Christmas tree lights to create an intimate atmosphere. The host rushed over to pull out a chair for Suzy and Claire was left to seat herself. For such a popular place, Claire was impressed at how spacious the area was around each table.