Aaron was still waiting in the fitting room when Mei Ling emerged
from the tailoring room in the back of the shop.
She was dressed in a
black leather mid-thigh-length sleeveless dress with a mandarin
collar, black leather over-the-knee boots with pointed toes and
sharp, metal stiletto heels covered her legs and feet and black
leather elbow length gloves covered her arms. Her silky black hair
was done in a Chinese bun with two metal pins holding it up. Long
silver earrings adorned her ears and she had changed her simple nude
makeup to a more bold and sensual look, with black eyeliner and deep
red lipstick. Aaron felt a strange feeling when he saw her. He forced
that feeling down. "You look beautiful Ms. Ling" he told
her.
Mei Ling had noticed
his attraction and felt a new admiration for his self-discipline and
self-control as he fought it down.
"Shall we go?"
she asked him. He offered her his hand, and she gently guided him to
link his arm in hers. Together the set-off for the waiting room.
Ivan noticed Aaron
and Mei Ling first. "Wow," he gasped, bringing Annette's
and Mr. Thompson's attention to them.
Mr. Thompson pulled
out his phone and snapped a picture of Aaron and Mei Ling. "They
make quite the couple," he remarked.
"Indeed,"
agreed Ivan, snapping a picture of them as well.
Annette smiled and
made an effort to keep her wits about her. "You look beautiful
Mei Ling. And Aaron, you look handsome as well," she said.
"Alright, let's
be off," said Ivan, and linking his arm with Annette's he led
them out of the shop.
----
"I call shotgun
Father, Mother can ride in the back with Ms. Ling" said Aaron,
he opened the rear door for Mei Ling and helped her inside the car.
However, when he
offered his arm to Annette, she scurried to the other side, opened
the other door and got in herself.
Ivan watched Annette
avoid Aaron with growing frustration. A wicked idea suddenly occurred
to him.
"Aaron, you
drive" he said tossing the keys to Aaron.
Aaron caught them
and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure Father? We will be on the
highway and might get pulled over," he asked.
"I trust your
skills. It's about time your mother did as well," said Ivan
grimly as he opened the front passenger door.
Aaron nodded and got
into the driver's seat.
Aaron started the
car, its V8 engine rumbling to life. He engaged the reverse gear and
cautiously pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street.
Once on the street,
he engaged the drive gear and slowly started driving forward,
ensuring that he kept a slow and steady pace.
"Master Aaron
is driving extremely well!" marveled Mei Ling as Aaron smoothly
merged onto the slow lane of the highway.
"Well at least
somebody noticed," snarled Ivan from the front passenger seat,
glaring at Annette through the rearview mirror.
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Annette looked away
from Ivan's gaze and out of the window.
"Do you like
fast cars Ms. Ling?" Ivan asked.
"Well yes, I
suppose," said Mei Ling, wondering what Ivan was up to.
"I see, and
what do you like about them?" asked Ivan.
"Well I do like
the speed and power they possess, and the sound they give when you
rev their engines" said Mei Ling, answering Ivan's silent
prayer.
Keeping a tight
control on his excitement, Ivan glanced at his watch. "Aaron,
we'll not make it on time at this speed. Step on it," he said.
"Are you sure
Father? You know Mother doesn't like it. I'm at 45 mph already,"
said Aaron.
"Son, right now
your date is the most important person here. I'll take full
responsibility for your mom. You heard Mei Ling, she likes fast cars.
Step on it" said Ivan.
"Don't you dare
Aaron Zakhrov!" shouted Annette from the back seat. She silently
cursed Ivan, Mei Ling and the BMW M5
"Sorry Mother,
but Father is right. We have to make it in time." said Aaron,
giving her a predatory grin as he turned on the turn signal to change
lanes.
"Aaron,
please!" whimpered Annette.
Aaron floored the
throttle, Mei Ling squealed in excitement as the car's powerful
turbocharged V8 engine roared in response and the BMW M5 shot forward
at a rapid pace, accelerating from 45 mph to 95 mph within seconds.
"Bravo Master
Aaron. You have excellent control!" she exclaimed excitedly as
the acceleration stopped and Aaron maintained a steady 95 mph, well
within the highway's 115 mph speed limit.
----
Annette breathed a
big sigh of relief as Aaron pulled into the theater parking lot.
She grudgingly took
Ivan's offered hand. "I hate you right now." she growled at
him in a low voice.
"Hate me all
you want. You needed to learn to have some faith in Aaron," Ivan
growled back at her.
He handed a pass to
Aaron and the four of them ascended the sweeping steps of the theater
hall.
A big, beefy
security guard in a crisp black suit with an earpiece in his ear
stopped them at the imposing doors.
"The dress code
is black tie, the young lady and gentleman here can go in, but you
need to change Madam, and you need to wear a jacket sir" he
rumbled at Ivan and Annette, indicating a smaller set of doors marked
as 'cloak room'.
Annette opened her
mouth to give the guard a piece of her mind, but Ivan gripped her
forearm, and steered her away.
"I don't have a
dress!" Annette snarled in a low voice as Ivan pulled her
towards the cloak room.
"I anticipated
this eventuality and took the liberty of packing you a dress and
shoes," said Ivan as he pushed open the cloak room doors and
steered Annette inside.
Seething, Annette
grabbed the bag from him and stalked off to the women's changing
room.
Inside the changing
room, she opened the bag to find a shimmering black cocktail dress,
along with a bag of lingerie, and strappy flat sandals. She growled
in frustration, pulled off her comfortable sweater and jeans, and
took stock of the lingerie Ivan had packed her.
It was obvious that
Ivan had done the shopping himself, as the black front-closing,
underwired strapless bra, lacy black panties and sheer black
pantyhose were items she didn't have and would have never picked up
herself.
With a look of
disgust, she stuffed the bra and panties back into the bag. Sitting
down on a stool, she pulled on the pantyhose, but due to her
unfamiliarity with it, the sheer material ripped, and her feet stuck
through the upper part of the pantyhose. Ripping the ruined pantyhose
off herself, she quickly stood and changed into the dress and sandals
that Ivan had packed for her.
She stared at the
stranger reflected in the mirror. The straps of her simple black
cotton bra were clearly visible under the thin spaghetti straps of
the dress, the figure-hugging skirt of the dress came only up to
mid-thigh, and did nothing to conceal the thick lines of her cotton
panties.
"This is not
the man I fell in love with and married! How dare he try to turn me
into his dress-up doll! Well. He will have to bear the consequences
of forcing me into a dress that I hate! Let's see how he reacts to me
showing up with my bra-straps and panty-lines exposed like the
shameless hussy he wants me to be!" whispered Annette. Packing
her jeans, sweater, and sneakers into the bag, she stalked out of the
changing room.
Ivan was adjusting
his cuff-links when Annette stalked out of the women's changing room.
"I packed you
appropriate lingerie, and I packed you a battery powered shaver as
well, it is in the front pocket of the bag," said Ivan,
surveying Annette's frumpy appearance, and hairy armpits in the cloak
room mirror.
"We don't have
time for that!" growled Annette.
"We have 30
minutes, take it or leave it," said Ivan.
"Just how far
ahead did you plan this?" asked Annette.
"Far enough to
compensate for your stubbornness, now are you going to properly dress
and groom yourself? Or are you going to embarrass our son on his 13th
birthday?" asked Ivan, clearly near the limit of his patience
with her.
Annette ripped open
the front pocket of the bag, pulled out the shaver and stalked back
into the women's changing room.
