Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Three's Company ❯ Power Shopping ( Chapter 12 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

DISCLAIMERS:

This is mine; all mine. Characters and everything, so BACK OFF and write your own story!

Apologies to all for a couple things: First, the delay—it was completely and utterly unavoidable. Basically, my new theory is that trouble doesn't come in `threes' as someone once told me. Hell, it just keeps. On. Coming. And then, screws with my ability to come up with anything worth keeping, as well as other important events. Ugh! So, next, I also apologize for this story. Not that it sucks, but that it's a PG rated chapter—sometimes, filler is a necessity! And things are going to heat up soon, and not just between Finn and Alice, so try to be patient.

frenchdiamond_1, I hope you can visualize the dress—would you believe that was the hardest part for me? I know absolutely nothing about clothes except what looks good and what looks bad—on other people! I have been ticketed by the fashion police on more than one occasion.

Thanks again, all!

WARNINGS:

If you are a HOMOPHOBE, DO NOT CONTINUE!

If you are a MONOGAMIST, DO NOT CONTINUE!

If you don't like GRAPHIC SEX, DO NOT CONTINUE!

If INCEST is going to be a problem for you, DO NOT CONTINUE!

THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING—EXPLICIT AND/OR OFFENSIVE SCENES WILL FOLLOW…just not in this chapter…

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Alice trudged determinedly down the walkway to Mitsu's car, ignoring the fact that her mom was calling her from the house; missing Adam's fixed stare as he watched her get in the bright yellow VW Beetle Ragster convertible. She slammed the door so hard, Mitsu winced and patted the dash of her car lovingly and glared reprovingly at Alice.

“It's OK, baby, she didn't mean it; Mommy will get her for you.” She shot another look at Alice, “She's just mad at her mommy and took it out on you, that's all.”

“It's a car, Mitsu.”

“Shhh!” She hissed, “You're going to hurt his feelings!” Alice rolled her eyes and gave up. Mitsu babied her car as much or more than any mother babied a child. A short silence went by and Mitsu gave Alice a curious glance. “Soooo…what are we shopping for exactly? You never did say on the phone.”

“A dress. A dress that doesn't remind me of a damn potato sack and has a lot of color and will piss my mother off,” Alice growled, still upset over the confrontation with her mother.

“You cursed,” Mitsu said helpfully.

“Shit,” Alice said deliberately, emphasizing the `t' causing Mitsu to chuckle.

“Okay, so you know you're expecting a lot out of a mere dress, right? Where did you have in mind to go?”

Alice shrugged, “I dunno. JC Penny's maybe? I know a girl who got a really pretty dress from there.” She brightened suddenly, “I know! There's a Macy's about 30 miles from here they have good stuff, right?” When there was no reply, Alice looked over to catch an `are you serious' look from Mitsu. “Well then, you pick—I've never bought anything new anyway— Jeez, Mitsu! Are you trying to kill me?”

Mitsu had pulled over abruptly and slammed on the brakes, absentmindedly patting the bug in apology as she stared slack-jawed in shock at Alice. “Never bought anything new? Are you shitting me?”

Alice squirmed, “Is it really that odd?”

Mitsu shook her head in disbelief, “Odd? It's just…wrong in so many, many ways.” When Alice said nothing, she firmed her jaw and got a determined look in her eyes, “I'm going to fix this; I know just where I want to take you.” And saying so, she took her foot off the brake and swerved back into traffic causing only a minor disturbance in her wake.

Alice walked into the boutique cautiously as if she was going to be charged just for going inside. The shop even smelled expensive, but Mitsu walked in as if she owned the place and greeted the woman who was working like an old friend. As they talked, Alice looked around. The clothes were truly gorgeous, not that she'd be able to fit in anything. Everything looked as if it were designed for an anorexic socialite.

“Alice!” She looked up as Mitsu called her. “Come over and meet Dianne.” Only she said it like `Dee-on'. Alice walked over feeling a bit sick. `Dee-on' fit the perfect image of someone who could wear the clothes here. Tall, skinny, blond, snobby… She eyed Alice up and down as if she were a bug that had splattered on the windshield of a car. Scary thing was Mitsu, too, was giving her that same look.

“Nice to meet you `Dee-on',” Alice said on a hopeful note.

Dianne ignored her. “I see what you mean, Mitsu. Absolutely no browns, tans, beiges…”

“Nothing in black either,” Mitsu added. “I was thinking more jewel tones and even reds and golds.”

`Dee-on' was nodding in agreement. “I'll be back with some first attempts. Go on and take her into the dressing room,” she ordered and disappeared with a militant look in her eye.

Alice, in the meantime, took the chance to peek at a price tag and paled. “Mitsu,” she hissed urgently, “I can't afford this place—I don't think I could afford to use the ladies room here.” Mitsu was going to laugh it off, but saw how truly worried Alice was and led her protesting to the dressing room.

“I can afford this and even more, I want to do this for you.” Alice was chewing on her lip, still worried, “Think of it as all your birthday and Christmas gifts to I owe you for the last couple years one day.”

“And no gifts for this year or next either,” Alice threw in at which Mitsu grinned widely.

“Sure,” she agreed quickly.

“Promise me,” Alice insisted.

“Uh-huh,” she said absently, inspecting the first of several dresses `Dee-on' had passed to her, “right after you try this on,” she stated and passed Alice a dress.

Six dresses later, Alice was staring at her reflection in the mirror. That wasn't her. Nothing could make her look like that. Good lord! She looked…she looked… “Sexy as hell,” she whispered and clapped her hands over her mouth and giggled.

The dress was red—so not appropriate for a church social, but then nothing about the dress was. It showed off her figure—she didn't know she even had one! The entire bodice of the dress looked as if she was wearing a corset made of folds of material, but clung all the way down over her hips and then went straight down, hiding the fact that she was fat and—

“Come out,” Mitsu demanded.

“No,” Alice yelled out and turned so she could see more of herself in the dress. It made her look as if she was going to bust out over the top any minute, either that or the dress was going to fall off her shoulders and slide straight down. She giggled again at that thought—her mom and dad would have a shit-fit if it happened. The back of the dress dropped way lower than the front, plus there was a slit. She snorted softly. Right. As if she needed to show of any more skin.

“If you don't come out now, I will send Dianne in there to get you,” Mitsu threatened, now very much aware of Alice's wary regard for the woman.

“Fine,” Alice muttered, smoothing out the dress and walking out into complete silence.

That lingered.

And lingered.

Nervous and frustrated she glared at the both of them, “Well? Does it make me look like a sausage?”

“You know damn well it doesn't and you don't,” Mitsu said smiling slowly. “It makes you look like…a naughty angel.” Dianne was nodding.

“Yes, yes, it fits your body type just perfect, although different undergarments would work even better. The color is also very complimentary. I have some accessories that must go along with it. Oh! And just the perfect shoes…” She hurried off to get them and Alice turned to Mitsu.

“Mitsu, this is a church social! I can't wear this! I want to wake them up to the fact that I won't be told what to do, but this…” she waved wildly at the dress and then looked at Mitsu.

“Alice, if you don't take this dress, I will have to kill you. It's that simple. First degree murder will happen and no judge or jury would convict me. No,” she put a hand up to Alice's protests, “I want you to put the shoes on, the accessories and then we'll talk.”

`We' must've been Mitsu and Dee-on, Alice thought to herself 20 minutes later while the two were squabbling over which earrings after both agreed on the `fuck-me' heels over the simple pumps. No one had even bothered to ask her, even though she herself wouldn't trust her own opinion in these things. Plus, she did absolutely adore the `fuck me' shoes…even if it would take her weeks to learn how to walk in them.

Finally Mitsu and Dianne came to an agreement and they were allowed to leave the store. Alice hugged the bags, pleased but still worried.

“Mitsu—”

“I know, I know, ”church social”. How much money do you have?” When Alice mentioned a paltry amount, she groaned. “My God, Macy's it is,” she said it like it was a disease and Alice stared at her in amused silence until Mitsu yelled, “What?”

“You, my friend, are a clothes snob.”

Mitsu didn't argue, “It's the only kind of snob to be,” she acknowledged.

They did find a dress that Mitsu agreed could be worn to the social. It was emerald green and in a way, similar to the red dress. It, too, was off the shoulder, but had a small scooped neckline in the back and a deep scooped neckline in the front that seemed demure, but gave the impression that you could sneak a peak every time she leaned over. That was to Mitsu mind the best part of the dress. She was also trying to talk Alice into getting some `appropriate underwear' along with other things Mitsu deemed important for sexy dresses.

On the way back to Alice's house, Mitsu waxed poetic on the red dress. “I want to be there when Hot Boyfriend sees you in the naughty angel dress. Holy shit! If I weren't so into guys, I swear, I'd eat you up in that getup. You. Look. Hot!”

“I—uh, I've never been much into yuri,” Alice mumbled wavering between shock and pleasure at the compliments. But Mitsu was oblivious.

“In fact, I want to do your hair and makeup for the social and whichever date the Hot Boyfriend sees the naughty angel dress.”

“Makeup?” Alice questioned weakly.

Mitsu swerved briefly and got control of the bug. “Don't tell me you never—!” She cut herself off. “For Christ's sake,” she muttered mentally making plans for makeup lessons.

She came into the house smiling and humming. She'd been out with her friend from school—a girl, so why was he feeling jealous? Adam mentally shook himself and moved into Alice's eyesight. She jumped a bit, startled.

“Hey, Adam, I didn't see you.”

“Yeah I saw you leave with that Mitsu girl. You two were gone a long time. Just shopping?”

Alice rolled her eyes, “Not just shopping. There's no such thing in Mitsu's book. To me, this was power shopping.” She smiled; it was a secret, womanly type smile that he'd never seen before. “I got two dresses and some…other stuff.” She was still pleasantly baffled over the bras and underwear—how in the hell could a bra be backless and strapless and still do its job?

“I thought you were wearing the dress that mom fitted you for?” Okay, so, yeah, the dress their mom wanted Alice to wear was a nightmare but he'd seen the kind of clothes this friend of Alice's almost wore and it worried him.

“Hell no.”

Adam blinked. His sister didn't curse. “Uh,” he began, but was interrupted by the warble of her cell phone.

“Gotta go,” she said and trotted off into her room and closed the door.

Adam stared at the door that had been unceremoniously closed in his face and wondered…

What the hell else she was closing off from him.

“Finn!”

The sheer excitement in Alice's voice caused Finn to smile. “Alice,” he jokingly replied back. “How was the shopping? Did you find a dress?” He leaned back on his bed preparing for a bunch of female chatter about clothing and the like.

“I found two,” the supreme satisfaction in her voice oozed through the phone causing Finn's grin to grow and he soon found out why. “My mother's going to freak when she sees the one I'm wearing to the dance.”

Finn laughed out loud at the wicked joy in her voice. “I almost feel sorry for your mum,” he said still chuckling.

“Don't,” she said grimly, “this has been coming a long time.” She paused, “There will probably be a scene or two,” she said cautiously.

“Trust me—I've been in more than a scene or two. I'll be fine except I'll be worrying about you.”
There was a silence and then Finn released a loud exhale of air. “Moving on—tell me about these dresses; tell me they're made of very little material.” He heard her chuckle and relief flowed through him.

“For me, maybe, but for you—modest I'm sure. The green one definitely so compared to the red one.”

“The red one! Tell me the red one is for the dance!”

“No, idiot, I bought the green one for the dance and the red one fo—,” she cut herself off.

“What'd you buy the red one for?”

A pause, then, “You. I bought it for you.”

Finn had driven a lot of fast things in his lifetime—cars, motorbikes; he'd seen vehicles go from 0 to 60 in 10 seconds or less. He supposed he shouldn't be so surprised that his dick could go from soft to hard in less time.

“Finn?”

“Alice,” he said mildly, “I don't suppose there's any way for you to get over here within the next half hour or so, is there?”

“Huh? What for?” Real confusion filled her voice.

“Well,” he said, “I've got a pretty good imagination, and it's been working overtime imagining you in a red dress…and me taking you out of it.” He paused, “You know having a good imagination has never been so painful before I met you,” he mused.

Shocked silence screamed over the phone line followed by Alice stuttering.

Finn felt like he could feel her blush through the phone and chuckled. “Imagination works both ways, you know, and yours is pretty good or else you wouldn't get so turned on by comic books.” He pushed away his misgivings and forged ahead, “You could help me out from there,” he suggested and held his breath.

“What the hell are you talking about, Finn?”

He heard the exasperation and embarrassment in her voice as well as the curiosity. She was getting bolder, but it wasn't ever easy to get her to verbalize anything sexual. He struggled for a way to say what he wanted without turning her off—something that would trigger the curiosity that was always present. “Let's just say--imagine that I've got this raging hard-on and I've picked up my phone and dialed 1-900-SEX-4-YOU…and you're the one who's on the other end and just go from there.”

“Finn, I—,” there was a long silence that caused his dick to calm down. “I don't know what to do.”

Finn closed his eyes in relief while his dick did a happy dance. “Just use that fantastic imagination of yours and tell me a story—or act it out, even.” His thoughts stumbled a bit imagining her acting out one of his fantasies. Speaking of… “For instance, I'd love to hear about that fantasy you hinted at earlier. But only if it doesn't make you uncomfortable.” He sounded like a sodding idiot. His hard-on was turning his brain to mush and she still hadn't said anything.

“You know what, forget it—never mind. That was percy talking, not me—”

“Who's Percy?”

“'Percy' is just slang for my…God! Alice—” How in the hell was he to tell her percy is how one refers to his dick?

“This is why I'm kind of nervous, Finn. I don't want to make you look at me funny or think I'm weird.”

“Me look at you—” He let out a short laugh. “Oh Liss-love, it could never happen. Ever. I'm always worried about scaring you off.” He'd never met anyone like Alice—all his encounters had been…around, to say the least. Alice was special and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin a good thing.

Alice thoughts were on a similar train of thought. She know that Finn found her `innocence' fascinating and her sexual curiosity arousing (cue blush) but she was afraid some of curiosity would come across as `stupid' or too far beyond the pale, even for him.

“Alice? You still there?”

“Oh yeah, I'm still here.” She took a deep breath. “So Finn, how should I start? And are we going to use toys?” She asked and blinked in some confusion when she heard Finn moan.