Teaching His Virgin

“Not unless we end up seeing something interesting,” I say excitedly, immediately catching a glimpse of a woman across the street in the most beautifully bizarre outfit I’ve ever seen.

It’s got a bodice structured like a corset, but with so many belts and other metal decorations on the skirt. It’s black and red and made of leather, which is definitely not typical, of course.

Without even realizing it, I start to run after this fashion rarity. I yell at the rest of the girls to follow.

“Come on! Hurry up, guys! I feel like excitement is this way. People wearing interesting clothes like that don’t just come out of run-of-the-mill restaurants or bars!”

I’m barely breathing as I pursue my fashion anomaly. The more I look at her, the more the belts traveling the length of her body and legs intrigues me. The way the paleness of her skin contrasts with the pseudo-latticework of the leather— I can’t get it out of my head.

And I can’t just let it walk away from me. I’ve got to know where she got that outfit, and more importantly, what she plans to do while wearing it!

As I said, people dress to express different parts of themselves, to put on a new “self” for the night. So, I’m equally intrigued with the idea of what this woman has in store for herself.

Briefly, I wonder what I would be doing if I was dressed like that, but I quickly dismiss the thought. Certain clothes are made for certain people, and I’m not that “kind of person.” Those clothes are too revealing and too rebellious for my usual look.

Still, I’m determined to follow her down that rabbit hole, wherever it is, wherever it leads. Even if I don’t think I can pull that kind of look off, I’m excited about the design possibilities. It might be just the thing I need for my end-of-semester project.

I don’t know how long we’re running for, following this woman, but we quickly end up in a part of town we’re not used too. Not that any of us are paying much attention. I’m starting to really enjoy it the craziness of it all.

Sure, there could be more danger for us here, but with just one look at the buildings — old, colonial-era masterpieces – I’m certain the inspiration will be worth it. Especially if I catch up to that woman.

Chapter Two

Britney

The woman I’m following in a rather ridiculous manner is currently picking her way across the street to confidently join up with a dapper-looking man in a suit. They stand in front of a large, Colonial, mansion-like building before going inside.

The sign outside reads Club Lush.

I’m not sure what kind of club it is, but I know I want to go inside and follow the well-dressed couple.

Hustling across the street, we end up at the large, dark-stained doors. I pull open one, wave the rest of our crew inside, and get into the breezeway.

Even the entry seems like it’s out of our league. It’s decked out in dark woods and intricate carvings. Even so, I see my prize. The dapper gentleman and his corset-wearing lady, both of whom are my fashion the obsessions at the moment. They are speaking to a bouncer.

While the bouncer is wearing a fancy suit and tie, the bulk of his muscles are clearly visible. He looks at us with his arms crossed in front of his massive chest and squints his eyes at our less-expensive clothing and accessories.

“It seems you’ve lost your way tonight, ladies,” he says. “I’ve never seen you around, and this establishment isn’t open to all. You must have an invitation or a membership to get past me.”

“It’s okay,” I say, nodding to the bouncer.

I’m really only here to have my questions answered about the couple’s clothing: where they got them, who made them.

“I just want to know where you got that amazing outfit,” I say, making eye contact with the lady in the corset, “and that amazing belt… skirt?”

I blush a bit, turning my eyes to the dapper gentleman.

“And that is a gorgeous suit.” I blush more deeply. “I chased you all the way here just to find out where you got your outfits. Weird, I know.”

I look up just in time to see the woman smile at her companion and then at me.

“It’s an Ainsworth,” she says.

“Ainsworth?”

Instinctively, my eyes find the handsome gentleman in the suit.

“I’ve never heard of that designer before.”

Now I’m blushing out of embarrassment.

I’m a fashion design student! I pride myself on knowing every designer who is a somebody! And Ainsworth, that sounds like a somebody!

“I’d like to see more of that designer’s work,” I tell them. “I’m a student in fashion design, so I always like to learn about designers I’m not familiar with.”

I blush again, trying to avert my eyes from his striking face.