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From: Shalon Wood <dstar@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} Prudence, TX Population 1276 40 (Mff ff Mm rom)
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Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2006 10:10:02 -0400
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Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
sarcasm.  If you're underage, or if for any other reason it's illegal 
for you to read this, or you're disturbed by the content, please don't 
read it.

Archived at http://prudence.pele.cx, and we've got a web-forum at
http://playground.pele.cx/forums as well, for discussion of both
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Enjoy,

Velvet
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The clothier's was a tiny shop, almost hidden among the larger, more ornate
stores downtown. A small gold-lettered wooden sign over the door just said,
"Johann's." The window was dark, but the little hand-lettered sign said
"Open", so Mark tried the door, then escorted Kristen inside. It was rather
dimly lit and smelled of fabric. The place looked deserted, but there was
an old-fashioned bell on the counter. 

Mark hit the bell, and was answered by a thick German accent. "Ja? I am
coming, hold on one moment, please!" An older man, a bit too spry to be
called "elderly" ducked from behind the curtain. "I do not recall any
appointments today... ah? What is this?" He smiled, bright blue eyes
sparkling over the rims of small wire-frame spectacles. "Hello, how may I
help you!"

"Hi." Mark returned the smile. "I'd like to get some good clothing for my
niece, here, and you were recommended to me."

A silver eyebrow arched slightly at the word niece', but he nodded. "I see.
Quite a lovely young lady, most extraordinary coloring." He smiled fondly
at Kristen. "I have only recently begun to cater to young ladies, you
understand, but I doubt I would have a problem finding something flattering
for such a subject. What are you interested in? A dress for a formal
occasion? A vacation ensemble? Something for the holiday season?"

"Actually," Mark said, "she needs something for everyday wear, for school.
She doesn't need the clothing to make her beautiful, but if it can bring it
out, accent it... Ah, 'elegant' I think, is what I'm looking for."

"Ah, indeed," the old man said. "I see what you mean. Yes, I can do this,
but... it will not be cheap, you understand. However..." He pulled off his
glasses and turned them over and over in his hands, looking speculative
while Mark waited. Finally, he continued, "If the young lady would agree to
wear the clothes I make for her and pose for the... ah... 'website'... my
ambitious young nephew is making for my humble shop, I could perhaps offer
you a discount, of say, fifty percent?"

Mark looked at Kristen. "What do you think?"

She bit her lip. "I guess that's okay. I don't mind, anyway."

Mark nodded. "How long will it be until the clothes are ready? She's got a
birthday party for a friend tomorrow, and I think she'd like to look her
best. It's not formal, however."

"Hmm..." Johann eyed her calculatingly. "I have something that may fit her
made up, actually. Some minor alterations should be all it needs. For the
rest, I will have half ready in a week, and the other half two weeks hence.
That is assuming a full 18 piece wardrobe."

"How much are we looking at for that?" Mark asked.

"Normally, it would be about $7500. However, with the discount, and the
fact that I just got the _most_ amazing deal on a shipment of fabric, I
think we can come in under $3000. Not including footwear, of course. I can
order that for you, but do not do it myself."

Mark turned to Kristen. "What do you think? I suspect your father would be
delighted to see you in tailor-made clothing."

Kristen grimaced. "Um... that's a _lot_ of money. I mean, I can grab a
whole weeks worth of clothes for $50 at Wal Mart."

Johann flinched. "Oh, that _awful_ place!"

"Love, how much do you think your father's suits cost him?" Mark asked.

"I have no idea," she said. "$100 or so, I guess."

The tailor snorted. "Only if they're made of plastic, dear child."

Mark grinned. "Probably a thousand, or more."

Kristen paled. "Eep! But he has _dozens_ of them!"

He nodded. "Yep."

"Wow." She looked stunned. "A thousand dollars for _one_ suit. That's
ridiculous. I guess $3000 for a whole wardrobe isn't that bad. I guess." 

She still didn't sound completely convinced, but Mark smiled. "Wonderful.
We'll take it, then."

"Excellent!" Johann clapped his hands together excitedly. If you'll come
with me, darling, I'll get you measured and fitted. Your... uncle... will
be fine without you for half an hour or so."

The slight hesitation let Mark know that the old tailor had caught his
slight slip. He wasn't sure what he should say, or if he should say
anything, though, so he let it go, and just nodded. "I can wait here."

Kristen hesitated, looking at him uncertainly, and the man smiled at her.
"Come, come child," he urged. "Don't mind old Johann, dear. The young man
would have _much_ more to worry about than you from _me_. Though I'd not
let my nephew do your fitting, that's for sure!"

"Oh. Um. Okay," she said, and followed him shyly behind the curtain.

Mark watched them go, then pulled out his phone, calling Steven.

"Yes?"

"Steven, I just wanted to let you know I've talked Kristen into getting
some decent clothing. She's being measured right now."

"Measured?"

"Yes," Mark said, "I've taken her to a tailor. I felt you would consider
that an appropriate use of the money you gave her; if not, I'll repay you
for it."

"Hell yes it's an appropriate use of the money!" Steven said. "I don't give
a damn about the money, you know that."

"I didn't think you would. Though she's getting the clothing at a reduced
price, in exchange for appearing on his website wearing her now clothes.
You realize she had no idea how much a suit costs?"

Steven laughed. "Well, that's not surprising. She never went shopping with
me. Waiting for hours at a tailor's is boring as hell. And most men in
Prudence wear $50 off-the-rack polyester."

"Johann is getting her a complete wardrobe for three thousand," Mark said.
"He'll have one piece ready for today -- apparently he had a cancellation
-- and the rest in a couple of weeks."

"I wish you'd told me you were going, though," Steven said. "I would have
sent you to my tailor and you could have just put it on my account. Wait...
Johann? Johann Svengeld?"

Mark looked around and found a business card on the desk. "Yes, that's his
name."

"Well I will be damned," Steven said. "I'll give him a call after you
leave."

Mark blinked. "You know him?"

"My tailor. For years and years now. I didn't know he did women's clothes,
though."

"Ah! He's just started, apparently," Mark said. "Er... I think he's figured
out that Kristen's not my niece, though. I think I slipped when convincing
her that the price was fair."

"I honestly can't see that that's a problem so far from Prudence," Steven
said, "though you need to be more careful. You're _legally_ married with
papers to prove it, son."

"Good point." Mark smiled ruefully. The idea of his relationship with
Kristen _not_ being an illicit secret... outside of Prudence, of course...
just never occurred to him. "Very good point."

"Anyway, I'll call him," Steven said, "have him make up more than the basic
stuff. I doubt she'll even notice. She'd look pretty in a green velvet
riding habit, wouldn't she?"

"Well..." Mark smiled. "She'd look good in a burlap bag, but I know what
you mean."

"Mark... I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a while. Look,
y'all don't worry about money. It's not a big deal. Until she's 18, or
until you can live together openly and have the _benefits_ of marriage, at
least, I still feel quite obligated, ethically, to support her. And would,
even if I didn't. And I _owe_ her for the years that little bitch sniped at
her. I'm a _good_ lawyer, son, even if I am a lousy parent. Money's not an
issue."

"Steven... I don't want to take advantage of you. That's not why I married
her. I can take care of her," Mark protested.

"It wouldn't be. I know you didn't marry her for money, Mark. But you
married her before I got a chance to spoil my only child. I haven't got
anything else I want to spend it on."

"Well..." Mark said, "I can't blame you for wanting to spoil her."

"So _let_ me."

He sighed. "Very well, Steven. I'll let you."

"Excellent."

"Are you in Prudence or Dallas today?" Mark asked.

"Prudence, unfortunately."

"Ah," Mark said. "I think I'm going to take her out for dinner, and I
thought I'd invite you along if you were here in Dallas."

Steven laughed. "Take her out. Enjoy some time to yourselves. I'll get
caught up on this damned paperwork and see you later this weekend."

"Okay, see you."

Half an hour or so later, Kristen emerged in a simple, clinging, black silk
jumpsuit with a high, flared collar and long, flowing sleeves that were
gathered at the wrist. It covered every inch of her body quite thoroughly,
while hiding absolutely nothing. Modest enough even a nun could wear it, it
was nevertheless a walking enticement to rape. Mark smiled. "See? Aren't
tailored clothes nice?"

She smiled. "Yeah. I kinda like it. It's neat. Feels all slippery, though."


Johann sniffed. "She's hard to impress," he grumbled, smiling.

Mark nodded. "By the way, Johann, Steven Davis will be calling you. This is
his daughter. I hadn't realized he was already a customer of yours."

He blinked, surprised. "Steven Davis' daughter? No! He never said his
daughter was so lovely. Hmf. Ah, he knows you... brought her shopping?"

Mark nodded again. "Since you've been his tailor for as long as you have, I
suppose it's safe enough to let you know. Kristen's not actually my niece;
she's my wife. We have to keep it a secret for now for a few reasons, one
of them being that I'm one of her teachers this year."

Johann's eyebrows rose so high they almost disappeared into his hairline.
"Well aren't _you_ the lucky man? Ah, poor old Johann, lost in love again,"
he said theatrically, blinking in soulful flirtation at Mark.

Chuckling, Mark said, "Oh yes, quite lucky. Especially with you as her
tailor." A sudden thought hit him, and he turned and smiled at Kristen,
"Everyone at school knows your dad has money, don't they?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes. I mean, our house wasn't cheap, you know?"

"So they wouldn't be _that_ surprised if you gave a friend an expensive
present, would they?"

"Um... not really," she said. "What are you thinking?"

He inclined his head towards the tailor. "Kayla."

"Oh... what a neat idea!" She smiled delightedly. "Maybe one of those
weekend field trips, yeah."

"More business is always good," Johann assured them. "Bring your friend,
and we will see what we can do."

#

She curled as close to him as the seat-belt would allow as they drove home,
late that night. He smiled down at her. "I figure your new outfit can be
part of Kayla's present," he said.

"Hmmm?" She looked up at him, confused. "It wouldn't fit her, love."

He laughed. "No, I mean getting to see you in it."

She giggled. "It's not _that_... um... whatever."

"No, but it makes you look _damned_ good," he said.

"I'm glad you like it. It cost $400!" She still sounded rather scandalized
at the price.

He nodded. "Not bad at all."

"You have _got_ to be kidding!" she said, staring at him.

"I don't think you realize just how damned good it makes you look," he
said, shaking his head.

"Love, for $400 it ought to make me Helen of Troy," she laughed.

He raised an eyebrow. "Love, it _does_. Kayla's eyeballs are going to fall
out. And if you take care of it, it'll last you a long time, too."

"Yeah, right," she said, snorting. "It's tissue paper thin."

"It's silk. Silk is tough, if you take care of it." He ran his eyes over
her trim  form, outlined perfectly by the tight silk. "Are you wearing
underwear under that?"

She blushed. "Um.  Johann said it would spoil the line of the jumpsuit if I
did." She leaned close to him, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.

"Didn't think so," he said, licking his lips. "Not a bra, either, are you?"


"Nuh-uh. It would show in back." She arched her back, her nipples pressing
against the silk. "See?"

"Ow wow. Kayla's going to _love_ seeing you in that." He was having trouble
keeping his eyes on the road.

She ran a hand along his thigh. "Um... let's pull over somewhere," she
suggested, a touch breathlessly. "I... um... I should take the jumpsuit off
so it doesn't get too dirty before the party."

It wasn't much of an excuse, but then, he didn't _need_ much of an excuse.
Wasting no time, he pulled into the next hidden, unused little side road
and, purely for the sake of preserving the suit, of course, helped his wife
undress. Any frolicking that ensued after that was completely coincidental.

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