Club Himeros Read Online Free

associate one with.
    The mask said anonymity, which was a lot more appealing to her on Saturday than it had been on Tuesday. 
    All of that added up to her still having no clue what to add to the mandatory items.  In the end—meaning after trying very nearly everything she owned except for one pair of sweats—she decided on a simple outfit from the very back of the closet.
    Finding it was something like an archeological expedition coupled with a sociological study, because as she dug deeper through her surprisingly (and unexpectedly) large collection of clothes she realized the outfits became less conservative with each layer.  She couldn’t decide whether this meant her clothes were too slutty in college or not slutty enough now.
    The dress was tiny, and black, and not something she could have seen herself wearing again as recently as a week ago.  There were five or six other options that offered to show nearly as much skin, and a couple of those even fit her a little bit better, but none of them went with the burgundy gloves, whereas black went with everything. 
    As far as little black dress went it was pretty standard: spaghetti straps; tight around the waist and hips; terminating around mid-thigh.  She would be showing an acre of leg and a ton of cleavage, and she was trying to be okay with that.
    There were only five or six shoes to choose from.  Lindy had a decent-sized collection, but she preferred flats to heels, and sneakers to anything.  If this were an event that called for her to decide between running shoes, walking shoes, at-the-mall-all-day shoes, commuting-to-work shoes, or taking-out-the-trash-at-six-in-the-morning shoes, she’d have been all set.  But this was a skimpy-dress-and-something-akin-to-a-bondage-style-costume party, and she had only one pair of shoes that worked for that.
    She’d never worn them outside of the store where they were purchased.  That was on a shopping day with Meg and Tina, when they had discovered a going-out-of-business sale.  It was the kind of place with footwear that really didn’t work with Lindy’s style, but discounted shoes were discounted shoes, and as Tina said, “Halloween is coming up!”  In truth, Halloween was always coming up, being an annual event, and this was in August.  But the idea held, and all three of them bought shoes that were outrageously tall and utterly inappropriate for their respective day jobs, but which would be perfect if they felt like dressing in a naughty costume at the end of October.
    Lindy dressed as a pirate that year though, and not a sexy pirate: the kind with a fake moustache and an eye patch.  She never ended up wearing any outfit that went with the shoes, although when asked by Tina—at the same party in which she was a pirate while Tina wore her heels and a French maid costume—Lindy claimed she wore them for Michael all the time in private.  This wasn’t true.  Michael had never seen the shoes, which brought back the notion that maybe there really was something wrong with them in the bedroom.
    The shoes were kind of a big deal.  They were four-inch heels, soft black leather straps with peep toes, backless, with wide ankle straps and heavy buckles.  They were the kind of shoes you’d wear if you planned to use a whip for recreational purposes.  She was surprised by how comfortable they were, and how much she liked having them on.
    The rest of the ensemble consisted of a light jacket, and a clutch that was large enough to hold her wallet, keys, cell phone and the mask and not a whole lot else.  She wasn’t going to put the mask on until the last possible minute, a decision she mildly regretted when the cabbie opened the door for her and checked her out from top to bottom and up again as she climbed into the back of his taxi.  She could have taken this as a compliment, but mostly it made her feel tawdry, and overly aware of how small her dress was.  Mercifully, he was something of a gentleman in all other