Chapter Four
She spent the rest of the day with Tony. He took her from one shop to the other for her to try on clothes. Not once did he look at another woman, even though they stumbled over each other to impress the man splashing his cash. The shopping experience was the best she’d ever been on. Usually her mother would bring clothes home, and she’d be forced to go on a diet until she fit into the small garments.
Once or twice the women made a comment about not having her size available. Tony smiled and said he’d find someone who wanted his custom. One store tried to make out she was his sister. That had been the funniest moment of her life. He’d kindly informed them to shut down his account with them as he didn’t take kindly to his wife being described as his sister.
Finally, they stopped at a more select store. She had felt like a fat whale when the women circled and assessed her. In the new store it was completely different. They escorted him to the dressing rooms where they had a private room for each customer. There were mirrors all around the room with a sofa in the middle.
“Don’t you have to wait outside or something?” she asked.
“No, darling. We’re married, and I get the opportunity to watch you get dressed.”
“None of the other stores let you in the room,” she said.
“That’s because I pay for the best. The other stores were a lot less than desired.”
The woman walked in with her arms laden with clothes. “I’ve brought several evening gowns. I don’t have your size, Mrs. Hunt, but I’m sure we can find you something more than suitable.”
Opal was thankful most of her body was covered when she tried different gowns on. Tony left part way through to answer a phone call. The lady didn’t change in her attitude.
“Thank you,” Opal said.
“What for, honey?”
“We’ve been to a lot of stores today, and you’re the first one that’s been nice to me.” Opal smiled at the woman.
“Don’t worry about it. We’re the best at what we do.”
Her gown was in place, a modest black evening gown that moulded to every lump and bump.
“You look stunning.”
“Don’t you think I look fat?” she asked the woman.
“Honey, you have curves, not fat. Curves. Some women would die for the body you’ve got.”
Tony walked into the room. She watched him stop and stare at her.
“What do you think?” she asked him.
“That’s the dress for the event. I’m feeling in a spending mood. Would you please find my wife some undergarments and more sociable clothing?”
The lady nodded her head and left.
Ignoring his presence, Opal turned back to the mirror, pulling her tummy in and trying to make her body look good.
Tony placed his hands on her hips. “What are you doing?”
“I feel fat in this,” she said.
Her nerves picked up as his hands ran all over her body. He stared at her hips and went down to where the dress ended at her knee, up and round. Her ass was squeezed before he moved up and rested his hands just beneath her breasts.
He stared at her reflection in the mirror. “I don’t think you look anything other than magnificent.”
She was falling. The way he spoke and looked at her she could imagine she was beautiful. Even with all of her weight. Someone knocked at the door interrupting the moment.
Tony answered and took the clothes out of the woman’s hands. “I can take it from here,” he said.
The door was closed and locked. They were alone. In private.