“I think we should stay the hell away,” I said.
Dave pursed his lips. “I don’t know if we can trust Margaret or not, but we need to go to figure out what’s going on.”
“I think we should meet. It’s time to get to the bottom of who this man is and what he wants with us,” Todd said, groggily. “Sal is sending the assistant manager from the Frederick Slice of the Pie to work at my location this weekend. He knows I haven’t had much time off lately.”
“I have classes in the morning but that’s about it. I guess we should meet with them, and I love hibachi.” Though I was concerned about what Cal Peet had in mind, I was excited about the prospect of a good meal, something other than pizza and the few scraps we usually had in the fridge. “Maybe we could all go clothing shopping in the afternoon at the mall and then head over to the restaurant?”
“Shopping? Beverly…” Todd groaned. Todd was a beach bum who didn’t spend too much time thinking about what to wear. He would just slap on a pair of jeans and a tee as his “go to” outfit. He needed some sprucing up in the wardrobe department, especially if we were going to dinner with a billionaire.
“You need some nice slacks and a few shirts. You’ve got a few bucks from managing Slice of the Pie, right?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“And Dave has gotten some cash for doing handyman work for Mrs. Oakley. You both need to buy a few things.”
“I guess…”
“Besides, you don’t have much choice. You owe me a new pair of panties!”
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“Ooo la la!” I exclaimed. The little red shoes were so sexy, patent with leopard lining. They had a six-inch heel and a perfect arch.
“Your toe cleavage looks great miss,” the salesman said as I admired my feet. They did look nice—pretty hot actually. Now all I needed was a little something to wear with them. They would be perfect for our dinner with Cal Peet at the hibachi restaurant.
“Toe cleavage … what the hell is toe cleavage?” Todd asked.
Dave grinned and shook his head as he stared down at my feet. “I think it means lickable and biteable—definitely very suckable.”
I sassily pranced down the carpeted floor making sure to wiggle my ass. I could see out of the corner of my eye it did not go unnoticed. It felt good to try on new shoes and clothes. I loved fashion and it was so nice to be able buy something. Plus, they were practically giving away these shoes. Ok, maybe not giving away, but they were on super sale.
“I’ll take them!” I exclaimed. I handed the clerk the gift card my mom had sent. It was a peace offering to make up for not visiting me. She was so wrapped up in her lifestyle as the second wife of Bob Collingswood, the semi-famous attorney, that she didn’t have a lot of time for me. It made me sad, but I tried not to think about it.
“They are sexy, Bev. But you know, I’m not much of a shopper,” Todd said, stretching. “Maybe Dave and I should grab a beer while you finish up.”
Dave nodded his head in agreement. “Sounds good.”
“That’s fine, you guys go ahead. I’m going to the panty section and I’ll meet up with you after.”
“The panty section? You mean, as in teensy bikini panties?” Todd asked, his eyes widening with interest.
“Uh huh,” I replied.
“Well, I am not so thirsty right now after all. And I do owe you a pair of panties,” Todd grinned. “Dave, let’s help Beverly pick out panties.”
“Next stop, panty town,” I joked, referring to the lingerie section of the store. “Actually, we need to get you two a few things first. That’s a priority.”
The men’s face dropped. “It’s on the way to the panty section and it won’t take long!” I glanced at my watch. “We only have about two hours till dinner and I want to make sure you men are properly dressed in something besides the jeans and tees you always wear.”
Todd groaned. “I love seeing you model your hot little outfits, Bev, but argh, I don’t want to try stuff on.”
Dave curled his lip. “I can’t say I’m too excited about it either…”
“You two don’t have a choice. You need to look sharp. The men’s section is just around the corner and you are both getting some new threads.”
When we got to the men’s department, Todd and Dave aimed for their usual jeans and tees. As they thumbed through the stacks, I motioned them over to the slacks.
“Todd you have plenty of jeans and tees; same for you Dave. We need to get you something for dressier occasions like going out to dinner tonight.
Todd eyed the racks of slacks hesitantly. I could tell he had no idea where to start.
“Style wise, you both like that casual Friday kind of look … but now we are going to bump it up a notch. See those pictures?” I pointed to several oversized photos of males modeling different garments that were dotted around the area. “Use those for inspiration.”