Chapter 32 Callie #2
The neck was high and stiff and corded with little boning reminiscent of a corset.
It then plunged into a neckline that would end somewhere below my sternum.
Little gold chains so delicate they looked to be made of spider silk dangled in the V of the neckline starting just under where my breasts would sit.
The fabric over the breast area was a darker tan that was hard and shiny and wrapped around to the back forming the worlds sluttiest breastplate.
The skirt looked to be in a mermaid style, made up of the same sheer shimmering fabric as the sleeves and ended in a diaphanous sheer train.
A pair of high waisted, high cut tan panties had come with the dress and I already had those on.
“What in the Elvira Lite is this?” I muttered to myself.
I was in the bathroom still, having just finished applying a few light touches of the makeup that had been waiting for me.
Kohl and a metallic gold powder that I’d used to dust my eyelids and lips.
I’d used the kohl to mimic Rathal’s eyeliner he’d had on when I’d first seen him.
The heavy, ancient Egyptian style liner worked well with my brown eyes.
Now I just had to figure out how to get this damn dress on.
I turned it around and signed in relief upon seeing the delicate clasps on the back of the breastplate and up the collar were what I recognized as the self sealing magnetics that seemed to be so popular among all the aliens.
Though, if I thought about it, a lot of them had wings and claws that would make zippers impossible without help and buttons were a frustrating insurmountable task even for my smaller claws.
So magnets made sense and saved on shredded clothes.
I let my towel drop and tugged at the top clasp of the dress until it separated and continued pulling until the gap opened wide enough for me to step into it.
It whispered over my hips as I slipped my arms into the soft sleeves and shrugged it over my shoulders.
The clasps snicked back together and I turned to look into the new full length mirror that had been in his bathroom when I’d entered earlier.
A soft gasp escaped me when I saw myself.
The dress hugged my body like a silky second skin, showcasing what curves I had to the greatest effect and softened the muscular build of my frame just enough to make me appear fiercely regal.
My lean legs looked long and strong. My tits were lifted to the gods and there was enough cleavage there to stop traffic.
“Holy shit,” I said, turning sideways one way and then the other to get all the angles. “I look good.”
With the gold makeup and eyeliner combined with the dress I looked like an Egyptian goddess to match my god.
“Oh I am never going to hear the end of this,” I mumbled with a sigh.
With one last look in the mirror, I left the bathroom.
On the bed was a jeweled box with a pair of sparkling gold sandals that suspiciously looked like they might have been made out of real gold sitting next to it.
I opened the box and my heart fluttered, my hand coming up to touch my neck as I gazed at the jewelry inside.
Sitting on black velvet cloth were rings, bracelets, anklets, armbands, and a twisting gold circlet with a tear shaped ruby in the center.
The crown jewel of the box was a striking necklace in the shape of a dangling scorpion made entirely of rubies.
I picked it up, marveling at the cool weight and held it up to the lights to get a better look.
The tail formed the portion that would rest around my neck, while the body of the scorpion would dangle down my chest and rest between my breasts. It was one hell of a statement piece.
I brought it close to my face searching for the clasp and found it under the stinging barb of the tail.
I unclasped it and put it on, stroking my hand down its ruby body to make sure it laid correctly.
I wanted to go back and admire myself in the mirror but I didn’t think I had enough time so I quickly slid on the rest of the jewelry.
Rathal had left me enough rings to go on each finger, each one a different floral design, and a few rings to go on my toes.
I wish I’d thought to ask him for some of his nail polish for a quick pedicure.
The armbands slid next, coming to rest over my biceps and then I placed the circlet over my curls until it rested across my forehead comfortably.
It felt odd and gave me a chilling reminder of my headband days in my teenage years.
Though this was a vastly better look than any of the headbands I’d ever worn.
Rathal waited in the hall for me.
He was in a suit. Like a three piece suit you would see on a mob boss, a black ensemble with silver embroidery and a maroon vest, complete with a silver pocket watch.
He froze when he saw me, his eyes going wide.
“You are even more breathtaking than I imagined you would be,” he breathed, coming to stand in front of me.
I recognized the danger the second his eyes went all dark and intense. I held up my hands with a laugh. “Oh no you don’t! You promised me a date. You can peel me out of this dress afterwards.”
He sucked his teeth. “Fine. But the jewelry stays on.”
I laughed hard and took his offered arm. “Deal.”
He took me to the dining room where three lit candelabras sat on the table.
Shimmering black flowers were gathered in elegant displays around each candelabra and our places were set with heavily embossed silver plates and silverware.
Thick silver goblets were set to the side of each plate, filled with a liquid that was cold enough to frost the cups sides.
Rathal’s fangs shone white against his black fur as he grinned and tugged his suit jacket down slightly.
Silver rings were on each of his fingers.
“You truly look ravishing, darling. Like the goddess you are. I knew that color was made for you. I have a mind to keep you dripping in gold for the rest of your life.” He did a little spin.
“What do you think of this? It’s plain, I know, but I read a few novels from Earth and this is what all the male leads were wearing so I thought to give it a try.
Not enough flare in my opinion, but judging by the dazed look on your face when you first saw it, it was a success. ”
“You look sexy, as usual,” I told him, running my eyes all over his body. A suit was like lingerie for women and he nailed it.
He chuckled darkly and pulled out my chair, gesturing to it dramatically. “Your seat, my prize. Take it before you ooze into a puddle on my nice floor.”
I blinked and swallowed hard, noting the silver rings in his ears that had replaced the gold ones he usually wore as I took my seat and allowed him to push me in close to the table.
He moved my goblet closer to my hand and leaned over me to straighten my silverware on their pretty silk cloth napkins.
His scent washed over me and I shivered.
The way that suit hugged his shoulders should be illegal. I was going to find his tailor and kiss them full on the mouth.
Rathal stepped back from me and walked slowly to his chair, giving me ample time to admire his tight ass and thick legs in the suit pants. He looked at me over his shoulder and winked before taking his seat with a flourish.
“I think I’ll order one in every color if it makes this much of an impact on you.”
Please lord, I’ll do anything.
A slow grin graced Rathal’s handsome face and he leaned back, steeping his hands over his chest and watched me.
“I have something special on the menu tonight, something I thought you might enjoy above any of the elaborate dishes usually served here.” He clapped his hands twice and the door on the far side of the room opened and in marched three chefs pushing black fabric covered carts with dome covered serving trays on them.
The first chef, one I recognized from my time in the kitchen, the many eyed and hand grump that had ordered me out of his section, stopped right beside me and lifted the lid of the tray. On it, with steam rising and the mouth watering aroma of familiarity filling my nose, was a hamburger.