Gen X-Sitting: Part Three

by Kerri G.

Logan spotted the Victoria's Secret store first thing and steered Charlotte in that direction.

"I don't shop there," she protested, trying to pull her arm from his grasp without making a scene.

"Let's just look around," he grinned. "If we don't see anything we like, we can leave."

"We? Since when does a man look at lingerie and see something he doesn't like?" she grumbled.

Del found a comfortable spot to watch the coming show, settling on a bench outside the entrance to stay out of the line of fire.

Now that he'd made it into No Man's Land, Logan found he was enjoying the experience. At least enjoying the fit Charlotte was working herself up to.

"What about this one?" He held up a satin teddy in hot pink. Looking at it from side to side, he shrugged. "Try it on."

"No." The color hurt her eyes. "I'm not wearing anything that looks like butt floss."

"How 'bout this one?" He picked up a sheer white nightie covered with fluffy white feathers. "Kinda like this one." His grin was pure evil.

She closed her eyes briefly. This had to be a woman's worst nightmare. "You dragged me in here, now go sit down somewhere and let me shop." Surely they had some items that could be worn by ordinary women with normal lives.

He pretended to consider it. "Tell ya what, darlin', ya go on in there an' I'll find some stuff for ya to try on." He could have taught Dirty Old Man 101. Maybe the advanced class.

The look on her face nearly did him in, but he managed to keep a straight face and push her into the dressing room and hand her the nightie. "An' try it on."

He turned to the sales clerk. "What's yer name, darlin'?"

She looked at him. They got a lot of older men in here with young women, but this one was having little too much fun. "Marla." She smiled professionally at him. The sugar daddies always spent lots of money in here.

"Yeah, Marla." He pointed at the hot pink satin teddy. "Can ya find her that in blue, an' mebbe green?"

"Sure I can. What size?"

He turned towards the dressing room. "Char, darlin', what's yer size?" he called across to her.

An unintelligible curse rang back. His grin grew wider.

"Why don't we try a size 6 to start?" Marla offered.

Bishop stood outside the ladies shop, eyes scanning the crowd around him, expecting to see danger. He was disappointed at the relatively quiet mall.

Del's laughter drew him closer to her. He was unable to help himself. She watched Logan and Charlotte argue over a particularly sheer black lace catsuit. Bishop's eyes widened in shock.

Del looked behind her up into his face, his expression almost as entertaining as the battle of wills going on inside the store. She grinned. "You okay?"

"Women wear such things here?"

She knew 'here' referred to this period in time. "Yes, some women do. And if 'Granddad' has his way so will Charlotte."

"Do you wear those...personal things?"

Her brows rose at the intimate question. "Do you want to find out?"

His focus shifted immediately onto to her. She felt the emotions in him swing back and forth.

He may be from a futuristic hell, but his imagination worked just fine. He could picture her in his mind, wearing black lace, her hair unbound. He frowned at her and stalked off.

She grinned even wider. FutureBoy definitely tipped the libido scales that time. She was going to have to make lingerie shopping a priority in the future. She looked back to the entertainment to see Logan 'pushed' out of the dressing room. "Just wanted to make sure it fit," he said loudly.

Marla brought in several more outfits. Charlotte nearly groaned out loud. These were just sequined strings and postage sized bits of lame. Wildboy had lost his mind.

Jubilee, Paige and Monet spotted Del sitting on the bench and went to join her, carrying bags of loot from the different teen spots. They dropped on the seat gratefully.

"Whatcha doin?" Jubilee asked.

"Watching the show," Del answered.

The girls looked over at Logan directing the clerk in his quest to seriously annoy his mate. The muffled groans and heated words seemed to indicate his success.

"What's he doin' in there?" Jubilee asked, her eyes wide.

"He's helping Charlotte pick out a few things."

They watched in amazement as garments flew over the dressing room door, accompanied with curses.

"Maybe we could use some popcorn."

The guys found them still watching. After some explanation, they joined the audience.

"Oh, man, she's gonna hurt him," Angelo remarked.

~Might be worth it, mate,~ Jono answered. ~I liked the purple one.~

Paige shot him a disgruntled look.

~But on you, luv,~ he hurried to assure her.

"Look," Marla told her privately, with yet another armful of garments, "I know the old men are a pain in the ass, but this one's willing to spend money on you. You need to hold up your end of the arrangement, that's the only way you'll get what you really want."

"You think so?" Charlotte turned an angry eye on the clerk, who didn't realize her time on earth may just have come perilously close to the end.

"Yes. It's part of the game. You get what you can, then go on to the next old man. A little cooperation here and you'll be set for awhile. I bet he spends lots of money on you."

It was a near miss, but she managed not to brain-fry the sales twit for degrading Logan. She really couldn't be blamed, he was behaving badly. An idea tickled her warped sense of justice.

"Do you have any leather in stock?"

"Okay, Logan. This is the very last thing I'm trying on."

He turned at the sound of her voice. She didn't sound mad anymore. Damn. She was so much fun when her blood was up.

The door swung open and she walked out in full view of the store, the doors, and the students outside the entrance.

He stood still.

"Madre de Dios!"

"What's she wearin'?"

"You mean what's she not wearin'."

~Paige, luv, ya think ya might wear somethin' like that sometime?~

"Oh, my."

"It's not Paige's color."

"Shut up, M."

~That's every woman's color.~

"I disagree. That shade of red cannot be worn by everyone."

"Shut up, M."

Logan forgot what he was going to say next. Forgot how to breath.

The outfit was nothing more than strips of red leather descending from a choker collar, crisscrossing her body with carefully placed scraps of leather, enough to just avoid a public nudity charge. Barely. It had to be the briefest bondage bikini ever made.

"Well?" Charlotte asked in a silky voice. She moved forward, her loosened hair around her shoulders. She stopped just short of his range. He'd have to move to touch her.

He swallowed hard, his eyes eating her up, realizing he'd been playing a dangerous game. She'd had the advantage the entire time, and he was happy to let her lord it over him. He scooped her up and back into the dressing room, the door slamming shut behind them.

Marla smiled. This happened all the time, too. It meant BIG SALE!

When the door closed, Del got up. "Come on, let's get some lunch."

"But-"

"Wonder how much one of those costs."

"Too much for you, Ange."

"Think of it as an investment."

"They're not gonna.....eewww!

"Lunch. Now."

Marla had the outfits Charlotte tried on packed and ready to go, along with the sales slip, when they emerged from the dressing room. Charlotte was fully clothed, carrying the leather outfit. "Add this to the bill."

"Already did." The clerk got out another bag.

Logan pulled out his wallet and handed over his credit card without a word, not even looking at the receipt when he signed the credit slip.

"Could we have this delivered?" Charlotte asked. After receiving an affirmative, she wrote out her New York address. "Send it there."

~Hungry?~ she asked him on the way out of the store.

A low growl rumbled through her.

Some days were good days. Some were better than good. This one was priceless.

"So, she comes out in this leather thing," Jubilee told Remy later, relating the incident with all the relish of a small town gossip. "Wolvie, like, loses his tongue. He grabbed her an' went back into the dressin' room. Ya couldn't hear anything, tho', Jono said she was shieldin' the noise."

"You kiddin', p'tite. Logan an' Char?" He was jealous. Something he'd never done. He was falling behind. The old people were getting more action in more places than he was.

"Nope. Then Wolvie bought all the stuff he made her try on."

"Worth it, man," Angelo added. "That outfit was primo."

Even the kids got a thrill, Remy thought to himself.

"Never saw Frosty wear anythin' like that."

He missed it all to sleep in. "Where dey now?"

Jubilee and Angelo snickered. "Where do ya think?"

Emma arrived back the next evening. Charlotte met her at the car and went with her to the head mistress's suite.

Del and Bishop had left this morning. This time Charlotte didn't expect to hear complaints about the ride.

"Everything all right?" she asked.

Emma smiled coolly. "As right as it's going to get." She didn't elaborate, and Charlotte didn't pry. "What about my students?"

"They're fine. No trouble at all. We went to the club Friday night, the mall yesterday, a movie and dinner last night. Today we just hung around here. It's been peaceful."

"Good."

"We'll be leaving in the morning," Charlotte added.

The White Queen nodded. "Thank you for all your help. May I call you again if we need a substitute?"

Hmm, wonder if Frederick's has a store in the area, Charlotte thought. She made a mental note to check it out. This time he could be the one trying on the weird stuff. "Absolutely."

End.

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