“It will barely cover my ass,” Lara protested. “My point entirely.” He smiled. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” She walked over to a nearby mirror and held the tiny dress in front of her. It was black, clingy, plunging, skimpy. The triumvirate of cock-swelling perfection. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He merely lifted an eyebrow. “Connor, there’s no way that this will work for me.” He said nothing. Over the years, he’d found that to be a solid technique. But with her, it was even more effective. She sorted through options quicker than average people. In his experience, she arrived at the right decisions. “Fine.” She turned back to face him. “I’ll try it on, but I’m already telling you it will look terrible. My butt…” “A lot of women would pay for a world-class behind like that.” “I think you’re just horny.” “You’ve got me there. Doesn’t mean I’m wrong, though.” “I want a couple of other things, too.” “That’s fine.” He moved to another section of the rack.
