Cajun Protection by Whiskey Starr Page A

that
has several delectable looking panties and bras. As I get closer, I
can see they are a whole lot sexier than I would ever consider.
    “Um, ya know, we can go to Wal-Mart or
something.” I tug on Shaylene’s arm, and she doesn’t move.
    “Seriously, chick, you need to pull on your
big girl drawers and grow up, oh wait that’s right, you don’t have
any. So, shut up and follow me. Don’t make me smack your ass too,”
she chucks at me. I feel a blush creep over me as I walk inside.
The smell is sweet and sexy. Very interesting. This isn’t like
Victoria Secret or Lane Bryant, no, this is a real shop that serves
all walks of life, but am I the right person to be in here? I look
to the left and see a mannequin off to the side in a teddy with
crotch-less panties. To the right are various corset tops with
small-laced boy shorts. What the hell am I doing?
    “I know the owner, and yes she carries our
size. Come on, this is the fun part.” God what did this woman do
for a living that she would think this is fun. I watch as a skinny
woman with something that resembles a nightgown come flowing out of
a back room. She is stunning and a pang of jealously hits me. I
could never look like that, ever. Some people were just born with
good genes. Then again, it looks like she has never tasted a double
fudge ice cream Sunday with whipped cream, cherries, and colored
sprinkles.
    “Shay, hey there you sexy beast. I see you
brought me new blood. And she has got the cutest figure. We simply
must dress her. Please say you’re here to let me play?” I look
around the store trying to figure out who she is talking to. But
it’s just me and Shay.
    “Seriously, chick, don’t you know how hot you
are, well when you don’t look like a heffalump in those clothes and
hair. You seriously need a makeover.”
    “I, I don’t know. I mean, I guess I could use
some help. I always thought I had good taste.”
    “I’m sure you did. Let me guess, you wore
basic panties, but black pants and dresses with bright colors. We
all have been there. I’m sure you have never showed off your girls
either. Come on, chick, let’s have fun.” And boy, was that what we
did. I swear I have never tried on so many bras that were
see-through, or lace, or sexy that actually held my boobs in place.
I selected some basic tan, white, and a few black ones, but she
just pushed her way into the dressing room like she belonged there.
After the first three times, I just said fuck it and soon even
Olivia, the saleswoman, came in with suggestions. And let’s not
forget the fact that Shay found matching panties and even some sexy
nightgowns, which I told her not to get since I wouldn’t need them.
I had no one to wear them for. But I took the damn bags, okay so I
didn’t take them, Shay threw them at me before I put them in the
back of her trunk.
    “We need clothes now. We have the cake made,
now we have to decorate it.” Huh, what the hell was she talking
about? But it seems she is always like this.
    “So you never did tell me what you do for a
living.”
    “Let’s see, I do so many things. But I’m a
hairdresser by day, writer by night, and badass protective chick
when I’m bored and Wolf needs help.”
    “Wow, that’s a lot of things you do.”
    “Yeah, I like to stay busy. So how about you.
What’d ya do before the shit hit the fan?”
    “Bank teller.” Suddenly saying it out loud
sounds really sad. I’m only twenty-six, but you would think I could
do something more with my life than at County Bank.
    “Well at least you work, or worked. Knowing
Doom and Gloom, they made you quit. Didn’t pack anything up and
figured they knew what was best.”
    “Not like they had a choice what they took.”
We stop at a small shop and grab two coffees.
    “So you have a dipshit on your ass, huh? That
sucks, honey. I take it by the way the guys are acting that he’s
pretty messed up in the head too.”
    “Something like that. He skinned my cat and
burned down