The girl beamed, and when I checked the price tag, I understood why. She’d probably made more tonight on commission than a month on the floor.

“Let’s get that one off and try another,” she said, ushering Lucia behind the curtain.

“Out here. I want to see.”

She stopped, confused, tilting her head to one side, but then glanced at Lucia who only stared back at me, her swollen lips slightly parted, her eyes a darker burnt caramel as opposed to their usual whiskey-brown.

“Here,” I said, pointing to a spot before the mirror, where I could see her front and back.

“Yes, sir.” The girl moved Lucia, who only watched me.

I leaned back in my seat as the salesgirl unhooked the belt and slowly slid the dress off Lucia, leaving her standing in panties, a pair of boyshorts like the ones she’d packed to Italy. That seemed so long ago now.

I abandoned looking at Lucia’s eyes as I studied her nearly naked body, each time seeming like the first. Narrow shoulders; small, high, round breasts with nipples that tightened beneath my gaze; a flat belly; and long, slender, muscular legs. She was beautiful. Perfect. And my cock twitched in appreciation.

I had her, she was mine. But I wanted her to want it. To want me.

I swallowed as she raised her arms for the girl to slide a short black dress over her head. This one hung loose to the low waist and had long sleeves with slits all the way through.

“Best part,” the girl said, turning Lucia so she had her back to me. The back was cut out to the hips, accenting the silhouette of her figure seductively.

I nodded. “I want to see that one.” I pointed to another, and the girl quietly obeyed, undressing Lucia and dressing her again. Turning her this way and that, all while my cock grew harder, Lucia’s submission turning me on as much as having her naked did.

Once she’d gone through the rest of the dresses, the girl left us.

“What are we doing?” Lucia asked as she stood before me in just her panties and those sandals, her hands over her breasts, the spell broken.

“We’re shopping. Don’t cover your breasts.”

For a moment, she resisted, her eyes questioning. But then, she obeyed and dropped her arms to her sides.

“Turn around.”

She did, presenting me with her ass still clad in lace. I stood. She glanced over her shoulder but then faced the wall again.