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Getting Noticed
“I might as well go dressed in a sack for all the notice Peter will take of me,” I grumbled, holding my foot out to admire the brilliant red varnish I’d just applied.
“With an attitude like that, no wonder he’s never done more than ask you to unjam the photocopier.” My friend, Sasha, unfurled herself from the bed and poured more wine. “So have you decided what you’re going to wear to the office Halloween party?”
“It’s a costume party, and I haven’t a clue. Debbie from Accounts is going as a witch. She’s seven years younger, seven pounds lighter, and earns seven times as much as me!”
Sasha glared. “Now, you listen to me Jenn Walker. Debbie may look elegant clothed, but I bet she looks like a stick naked! You, on the other hand, look gorgeous clothed, and-“
“You’ve never seen me naked!”
“I don’t need to. See yourself as others do, Jenn. Trust me on this.”
“Okay. Anything to keep the peace.” I sighed melodramatically, but deep inside I was warmed by her words. Sasha is a direct woman. If she thought I looked like yesterday’s breakfast, she’d tell me.”
Sasha picked up the varnish, attacking her own toes with enthusiasm. “We need to think of something for you to wear. Oh!” Her eyes widened and she leaped off the bed. “I have just the thing! It only arrived the other day, but I think your need is greater than mine.” Shoes and scraps of lingerie came flying out in all directions.
I rescued a vivid coral lace bra from where it had landed on the bedside lamp, and held it up. I never knew Sasha wore such stunning lingerie!
“Here!” She emerged triumphantly, a large box in her hands. “Don’t argue. Go and try this on.”
I slid off the bed and disappeared into the en-suite. Opening the box, I peered in. Something frothy and pink glowed in the harsh bathroom lighting. A spill of lace unfurled itself over the edge of the box, and I caught the sheen of pale silk stockings. I took the costume out of the box and held it up. It was subtle yet sexy, a pearly rose-pink low-cut dress, rich with lace at the cuffs and bodice. Further down in the box nestled some lace-edged gloves. My eyes gleamed. For once, Sasha might be spot on. This was a costume I could see myself wearing! Swiftly, I stripped off my jeans and sweater, and shimmied into the dress. It hugged my figure, a languid caress of soft fabric against my bare skin. I shook out the stockings and rolled them gently up my thighs. The lace tops hugged lush thighs, lovingly outlining my shape.
A bang on the door, and Sasha barreled into the room.”
“It’s beautiful,” I breathed.
Sasha’s eyes were warm. “You’re beautiful,” she said simply. “Now, go get your man!”
The first person I saw when I walked into the Halloween party was Debbie from Accounts. She looked elegant and sexy, the floating witch’s costume swirling gently around her as she moved. She was already talking to Peter, who was smiling attentively at whatever she was saying.
I collected a glass of wine and circulated around the room. Even from behind, I could sense the eyes that followed me, feel the way they lingered on my legs, following their curvaceous lines up to where they met the short, frothy skirt. I caught a glance of myself in the dark glass of the window. There, in the glass, was a woman who looked as if she’d just stepped away from the royal French court of a hundred years ago. White, pink, and cream flattered my complexion, making me look oh-so-feminine, and yes, oh-so-desirable! When I moved, the short skirt revealed a hint of stocking top, frothy lace sitting snugly against my skin.
I flicked a glance in Peter’s direction, and suppressed a smile when I saw that his eyes were sliding away from Debbie, over toward me. His body language signaled his imminent escape. My stomach turned over once in nervousness. It wouldn’t be long, before Peter succumbed to the siren pull of me and my beautiful costume.
“Hello, Jenn.” The deep voice slid over my sense like melted chocolate. “You’re looking particularly beautiful tonight.”
I turned, and he was there, as I’d known he would be, admiration in his eyes.
“Thank you,” I said, casting my eyes down demurely.
Peter’s eyes followed the gaze of mine, down to where the fitted bodice of the French Courtesan costume emphasized my breasts, pushing them into a lush swell the he couldn’t help but notice.
“You should wear those, uh, colors, more often.” His smooth voice sent a thrill into the pit of my belly. “They make you look totally and utterly delicious.”
“You make me sound like an ice cream.” Was that confident, husky voice mine?
“If you were an ice cream, I could taste you and see if you are as delicious as you look.”
I was drowning the whisky-dark sound of his voice. I put a lace-gloved hand lightly on his arm and felt the muscles tense under my stroking fingers. The satin and lace of my costume brushed against his trouser leg as he led me to a quiet corner of the room.
Deliberately, I put my lips to my glass of wine, leaving a scarlet imprint on the glass, and then handed it to Peter. He set his lips to the same place and drank. His eyes never left mine.
“Consider that a promise,” I whispered. “For later.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Debbie from Accounts wearing a petulant pout that told me she had lost.
And I had won.
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Seduction Tip:
Costume parties can be a great way for the shy to shine. Lose your inhibitions behind a bold and sassy costume that makes the most of your figure. Allow yourself to become the character, and experiment with some bold and flirtatious mannerisms to fit. Try a huskier, sexier tone of voice--even a subtle French accent if you're really daring--and seduce him with your character of the night.
You know who a woman's best friend is? That's right: another woman. Why not plan an evening in with your girlfriends to prepare for the big night out. Allow yourselves everything delicious and sinful: wine, pizza, chocolate, and treat the evening as a "dress rehearsal" for the big night. Practice your flirtatious conversation, try on your costumes, trade accessories and experiment with new hair styles. Give each other the best gift there is: the confidence to know that you're looking beautiful, alluring, and of course, sexy, in your Halloween costumes from Hips and Curves.
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