Weapons of Mass Seduction by Lori Bryant-Woolridge

and is due back next month. When he gets here we’re supposed to figure out where we’re goin’. The separation isn’t official yet, but talkin’ to him sure feels like it is.”
    â€œSo you’re taking this workshop ’cause you’re about to be divorced?” Rebecca asked.
    â€œOh, no. I’m takin’ it to keep from gettin’ divorced, or at least Miriam thinks it might help. She said I should come here to become a sex bomb so I can blow Dan’s mind. She figures that if the woman he left isn’t the same woman he comes home to, then maybe his interest will be piqued enough to stay. I hope she’s right. I don’t know what I’ll do if this doesn’t work.”
    â€œIt’ll work, but if it doesn’t, you’ll know what to do to catch the next guy,” Rebecca suggested supportively.
    â€œBut I don’t want another guy. Dan is my life and I want him back. Even if it means shovin’ these big ol’ feed bags into a scratchy, overpriced brassiere.”
    â€œFeed bags? That’s gross,” Rebecca protested.
    â€œDarlin’, these are just baby feeders,” she said, cupping her large breasts for emphasis. “I don’t see what all the hype is about.”
    â€œWell, I’m sure Dan does. Now come on, let’s find you something hot to wear for when he gets home. Something like that,” Pia said, pointing to a poster of a femme fatale wearing an ivory and black push-up bra with lavish embroidery and a big satin ribbon.
    â€œHoney, once you go from a thirty-eight C to a forty long, that kinda underwear just becomes silly. I’d look like a washed-up cathouse hooker wearin’ somethin’ like that.”
    â€œThey do take getting used to, ’cause just trying them on feels nothing like the tightie-whities I usually wear,” Rebecca said. “But you know what? I like it,” she admitted with a lip-biting blush. “They make me feel…I don’t know…different.”
    â€œWelcome to the world of lingerie. You have been bitten by the power of the panty,” Pia said with a laugh. “But Flo’s got a point too. You have to feel comfortable. So Florence, how about you get the bra you like in black with matching panties. Seductive but safe. And wait, I have an idea,” Pia said as she ran back out into the store and to the nightgown display. She picked out a copper-colored silk gown edged in purple lace and a matching robe. It was elegant, age appropriate, and tastefully provocative.
    â€œThis should make you feel sexy
and
comfortable,” Pia suggested, handing her the set. “Oh, my God—it matches your hair perfectly.”
    â€œDarlin’, you’re a genius. This feels amazin’,” Flo said, touching the silk to her face. “Beats the pants off the PJs I got at home. Now, this could work. Aimee, honey, what else you got like this?”
    Pia left her teammate in Aimee’s capable hands to purchase Darlene’s gift and some scented sachets. As she passed the freestanding floor mirror, her passing image made her pause. She smoothed her T-shirt over her breasts and pulled the fabric close, showcasing her bustline.
    Will these ever be baby feeders
? she thought, staring at her own cleavage.
    Not if you don’t pull on a new attitude with some new panties
, Cosette’s words reminded her.
    â€œAimee,
s’il vous plaît
. Can you bring me that Aubude Tulipes demi cup? Thirty-six C,” Pia requested, catching Cosette’s assistant on her way back to the fitting room.
    In her mind’s eye Pia could see the delicate scalloped edge combined with sensual white tulle in an exquisite tulip design. It was pretty, romantic, and perfect for making a baby.
    With someone you love, not a sperm donor,
an inner voice pointed out.
    â€œWait, Aimee—please, can you also bring me the Cabaret style as well,” Pia asked.