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Pulling back the dressing room curtain to address the sales person waiting on the other side, Helena Peabody asked if they could make a few alterations to the dress that Tina Kennard was trying on.
“Could we have it delivered tomorrow?”
“Of course, Ms. Peabody. No problem at all” the woman responded with her pasted on smile. Her tall stature and well-tone physique made her look more like a runway model than a sales person but she was well-trained in the art of selling and her commissions depended on up-selling and closing the deal.
The motto at this high-end Beverly Hills boutique that catered to the wealthy was “fulfill every client’s request”. The only thing that varied was the price they paid for the services.
“Good. We’ll take it” Helena says as she stands behind Tina and pulls on the straps at the back of the dress then reaches to the front pushing up the bodice to accentuate her pregnant lover’s ample bosom. “This is what I like” she says in her thick British accent while leering at Tina’s cleavage. She had a clear view from her vantage point over Tina’s shoulder as they faced the full-length mirror.
Tina is slightly embarrassed by Helena’s lewdness and inappropriate public displays but more so annoyed that the Brit has totally ignored her protestations about buying such an extravagant evening gown. Tina had only agreed to try it on to humor the woman she was dating but there was no way she was going to let her buy it. Not that the billionaires couldn’t afford it. The cost equated to spare change to Helena, but for Tina it was a matter of principle.
“Will you excuse us for a moment” Tina asked the sales woman who looks first to Helena for affirmation that she’s not about to lose the sale before she leaves closing the dressing room curtains. The cloth divider doesn’t offer any privacy from eavesdropping but the staff is well paid to be discreet and the other wealthy patrons are two self-involved to be concerned with the couple’s drama.
Tina turns to Helena who is looking at her adoringly, walking closer and gently laying her hands on the sides of Tina’s pregnant belly. Although she was seven months, on her thin frame the prominent baby bump made her appear further along. When Helena met Tina at 14 weeks she asked if she were having twins but the sonogram test confirmed one fetus, and it was girl.