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 Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 6:48 am
Pamela was going to comment on what her own role in life was until Helena spoke up again. She placed her hands on her hips and scoffed. "Green? Are you joking? Green is for little girls! What about white, black, beige, cream, tan, eggshell," she proceeded to name of every possible boring color considerable.
It was obviously up to Helena to introduce some color into the woman's life.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 11:42 am
Helena pulled a lengerie set off the rack and handed it to Pamela "those colors may be fitting for your 'group' but when you're with me, you need to liven up, besides, it'll go great with your hair." Hastily she nudged Pamela into the changing room "go on try it out."
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 11:07 pm
"I don't know..." She eyed the garments hesitantly. "Don't they have this at least in a pastel or soft wash?" She looked around.
"Hey!" She stammered stumbling before a dressing room.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 11:12 pm
Helena giggled as she pulled the curtain close on her friend "try it on, don't make me come in there and put it on you. I know all your tickle spots." Helena turned back to the rack and started looking for something for herself to wear.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 1:48 am
The redhead pouted like a little girl and sucked her teeth. She eventually sucked up her pouty mood and proceeded to try on the garment.
"Waylon darling come and tell me what you think?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 7:36 am
Waylon looked to Helena, waiting for her to interject.
Helena was trying to decide between a corset or a bustier "go on, Waylon."
Waylon sighed and pulled back the curtain and stepped into the changing both with Pamela "what do you want to hear?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 3:53 pm
"The truth," she pouted looking at her reflection. "I look terrible don't I?" That trademark sparkle in her eyes was dull as she looked upon her reflection.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 4:01 pm
Waylon felt his face heat up as his eyes roamed Pamela's body, the fabric clinging to her skin, he couldn't tell her she looked like a knock out, it'd go to her head "you look attractive enough."
Helena stepped into her own changing booth and tried on her picked out lingerie set "don't be such a downer Pammy, but if you don't like green, pick out another vibrant color."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 4:09 pm
She let out a groan of disgust. "You're such a liar Waylon, get out." She gently ushered him out.
"That's the problem darling, vibrant colors are quite aging."
She called after Waylon. "Waylon can you find me something in powder pink?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 4:32 pm
Waylon rolled his eyes and stepped out of the booth, stealing one last glance at Pamela's a** before looking through the lingerie rack. Personally he couldn't stand the color pink, too bright for his liking, so he picked out something that had a mix of black in it.Helena pulled the curtain back on Pamela's changing booth, standing in her own chosen ensemble "Pammy.. did you just call me old?" She mad a face of mock offense.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 4:47 pm
Pamela reached for the garment from the curtain, handing over the one that Helena had picked out for her to Waylon. She made a disgusted sound. "Which rack did you get this off of? The whore rack?"
Pamela crossed her arms having quickly slipped on the outfit Waylon handed her. "You're a tanned brunette and I'm a pale redhead. You're going to look 21 forever." She was not amused at all.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 5:00 pm
Helena rolled her eyes and posed in the mirror "oh please Pammy, most of my good looks are the result of hard work, cosmetics, and plenty of sex. The rest his hereditary." Helena smiled at the outfit Waylon picked out for her "well from one whore to another, you could do worse."
Waylon fumbled trying to get the outfit back onto the hanger and put it back in it's place.
Helena put her arms around Pamela's waist and looked over her shoulder into the mirror "you're only old when you feel old. I need to bring out that saucy little thing I met back in the day back from before she disappeared in Germany."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 5:09 pm
Pamela let out a loud cackle. "I don't think I like you insinuating that I'm under-sexed darling." She crossed her arms smirking at her friend. She looked in the mirror at the item. "I wish the pink was a bit softer but the black makes it bareable..."
She smiled laying her hands over Helena's. "I'm quite sure your crocodile doesn't miss that side of me. Besides we all must grow up sometimes. There's a certain recklessness that's associated with youth. Just look at Waylon," she grinned.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 5:18 pm
Helena laughed "well, I was going to suggest some good cosmetics, but a few rounds of bed shaking sex never hurt anybody." She lifted her hands off the redhead's hips and gave a her rear a playful smack "cheer up dear, youth is meant to be reckless. I wish to enjoy it for as long as I draw breath."
Waylon's mind drifted back to when he first met Pamela, the young woman was gorgeous and knew how to use her body to torment him every way possible, part of him still liked it and missed it. Now Pamela was just, for lack of a better word, mean when it came to her teasing.
Helena shasheyed back to her booth "Waylon, I think I fancy something in black... or maybe a blue. I haven't worn blue in ages."
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 4:04 am
"If I find out you're trying to seasoning me up as one of your girls, I'll get you Italian." She grinned to herself not putting that past Helena one bit.
She chuckled. "You don't get in my line of work and stay youthful, dear."
She flipped her hair walking out of her booth to find something else. "Maybe they have something nice in a peach..."
She looked at Waylon. "What's on your mind?" She grinned.
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