Marie-Ange and Clarice - gals being pals
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xp_logsMarie-Ange and Clarice do a brunch and talk fashion.
Clarice blinked at Marie- Ange over a mimosa glass nearly as big as her head in a crowded brunch place in New York. "You what?" She asked.
"I need to look like arm candy. I have to go to a Hellfire Club function with Doug, because of... " Marie-Ange shrugged, took a drink of her mimosa, and shrugged again. "Convoluted reasons. Doug has a reputation at the Hellfire Club and I have to go help him maintain it, and I also have to be able to hide a thumb drive in a pocket. So I have to get a formal dress, with invisible pockets." She was considering another mimosa just from the frustration levels. "And I have two days to find this dress, or get something tailored, and it is annoying."
"Okay, but serious question. Can you shove it up your vayjay?" Not that pockets weren't possible, but this was on a pretty tight deadline. "It's plenty big enough and can't get lost. Just gotta make sure you wear undies. Not a thong." Actually...that was giving her a few different ideas.
"Unlikely, I have my period." Which was even more frustrating. "Which makes fishing around in there in the ladies easier, but risks the integrity of the drive. I can discard it once it is used, but I need to get it inside the building." She took another drink of the mimosa, and picked at the eggs on her plate. "Plus let us be honest, it is the Hellfire Club. I probably should not wear much in the way of panties. It is that sort of event."
And that was a big reason Clarice had no interest in the Hellfire Club. Ever. Maybe it made her a prude, but she rather liked wearing underwear. Especially cute ones. And taking them off if the situation presented itself. Thinking, she pulled out a pen from her bag and began to sketch on a napkin. "You have enough boobage....can we fit it either as part of a built in bra? Or possibly in a re-enforced waistband?
"Can we make it not look like I have a thumb drive nipple piercing?" Marie-Ange said, with a dry giggle. "I think bra is more secure, waist I worry it would slip out, or move around. I can always pad my bra or wear an underwire.."
"Well, yeah, definitely need padding and underwire. Not a lot..." Marie-Ange didn't need a ton, but just enough to hide the drive. "Yeah....give me an afternoon. But you're gonna have to be there for me to check stuff immediately."
'I already cleared my schedule. It was either have something made by someone who understands the fine line between tastefully slutty and completely tasteless, or spend the day shopping. Either way..." Marie-Ange waved a hand. "At least this way I do not have to have get groped by anyone with sweaty hands." She gave a theatrical shudder. "And you know my colours. It will not be like the undercover latex dress from last year." Another shudder, this one genuine. "I had that body glide powder in -every- single crevice. It was in my toes. I found some in my ... what... what is the word in English, for behind the knees?"
"I don't know that word," Clarice laughed, making a face at the mental image. Body glide powder was obnoxious,"So I guess I fail at English. But. We should get going so I have enough time to work."
"At least I have an excuse to fail at English." Mare-Ange pulled out her purse, and then her phone, and tapped out a quick text, and then as the server appeared, handed them a credit card. "Do you want to get material and I will venmo, or just drag me to the fabric store." She made a very fake 'ew' face. "Oh no. The fabric store, next to the art store. I will be so poor by the end of that trip. How horrible for me."
Laughing, Clarice finished the last of her mimosa, "Let's go make poor decisions and blame the alcohol."
Clarice blinked at Marie- Ange over a mimosa glass nearly as big as her head in a crowded brunch place in New York. "You what?" She asked.
"I need to look like arm candy. I have to go to a Hellfire Club function with Doug, because of... " Marie-Ange shrugged, took a drink of her mimosa, and shrugged again. "Convoluted reasons. Doug has a reputation at the Hellfire Club and I have to go help him maintain it, and I also have to be able to hide a thumb drive in a pocket. So I have to get a formal dress, with invisible pockets." She was considering another mimosa just from the frustration levels. "And I have two days to find this dress, or get something tailored, and it is annoying."
"Okay, but serious question. Can you shove it up your vayjay?" Not that pockets weren't possible, but this was on a pretty tight deadline. "It's plenty big enough and can't get lost. Just gotta make sure you wear undies. Not a thong." Actually...that was giving her a few different ideas.
"Unlikely, I have my period." Which was even more frustrating. "Which makes fishing around in there in the ladies easier, but risks the integrity of the drive. I can discard it once it is used, but I need to get it inside the building." She took another drink of the mimosa, and picked at the eggs on her plate. "Plus let us be honest, it is the Hellfire Club. I probably should not wear much in the way of panties. It is that sort of event."
And that was a big reason Clarice had no interest in the Hellfire Club. Ever. Maybe it made her a prude, but she rather liked wearing underwear. Especially cute ones. And taking them off if the situation presented itself. Thinking, she pulled out a pen from her bag and began to sketch on a napkin. "You have enough boobage....can we fit it either as part of a built in bra? Or possibly in a re-enforced waistband?
"Can we make it not look like I have a thumb drive nipple piercing?" Marie-Ange said, with a dry giggle. "I think bra is more secure, waist I worry it would slip out, or move around. I can always pad my bra or wear an underwire.."
"Well, yeah, definitely need padding and underwire. Not a lot..." Marie-Ange didn't need a ton, but just enough to hide the drive. "Yeah....give me an afternoon. But you're gonna have to be there for me to check stuff immediately."
'I already cleared my schedule. It was either have something made by someone who understands the fine line between tastefully slutty and completely tasteless, or spend the day shopping. Either way..." Marie-Ange waved a hand. "At least this way I do not have to have get groped by anyone with sweaty hands." She gave a theatrical shudder. "And you know my colours. It will not be like the undercover latex dress from last year." Another shudder, this one genuine. "I had that body glide powder in -every- single crevice. It was in my toes. I found some in my ... what... what is the word in English, for behind the knees?"
"I don't know that word," Clarice laughed, making a face at the mental image. Body glide powder was obnoxious,"So I guess I fail at English. But. We should get going so I have enough time to work."
"At least I have an excuse to fail at English." Mare-Ange pulled out her purse, and then her phone, and tapped out a quick text, and then as the server appeared, handed them a credit card. "Do you want to get material and I will venmo, or just drag me to the fabric store." She made a very fake 'ew' face. "Oh no. The fabric store, next to the art store. I will be so poor by the end of that trip. How horrible for me."
Laughing, Clarice finished the last of her mimosa, "Let's go make poor decisions and blame the alcohol."
