“What’s in there?” she asked, nervously squeezing her guide’s hand. While Deb’s feet barely brushed the gray carpet, Gloria’s feet dragged as she grew nearer to the door, ajar, and behind it Gloria could hear the sound of distant laughter, high and sweet. “Come on then,” Deb said and took Gloria’s hand, tugging her forward toward the door, red and looming. There was no hesitation, only simple declaration.
“I told Mother you were coming, so she left the door open for you, too! Want to come inside and see? It’s so beautiful!” Her eyes twinkled with green light, and she jiggled a little as her body swooped down so that the tips of her toes rested on the floor before Gloria. There was something sweet-smelling that surrounded Deb, and Gloria again felt a wave of arousal at the sight of her, so changed from the persons he had been before with her tiny, puckered mouth and curvy hips and chest. It seemed impossible to Gloria that such thin wings could lift this new version of Deb into the air, but she supposed there was more at work here than conventional physics. “You came!” Deb exclaimed, fluttering closer.
From even several feet away, Gloria could feel the wind displaced by the beat of the wings. And, like the vision Gloria had carried with her for so long, she hovered just off the floor, lifted by thin, sparkling, green-tinted wings flapping behind her. Her hair was darker than ever before, wild and long, with white flowers peppered throughout. Her work uniform was gone, now, replaced by a green dress that seemed to consist of layers of silk draped over one another, but still offering scandalously clear views of her long, shapely legs, her bare belly and Gloria could see, too, a dark nipple exposed beneath the dress. When she turned the corner and made the left toward Foot Traffic, she was surprised and happy to see that she was, indeed, awaited.ĭeb looked completely different from the slightly chubby girl with the oily hair who had first started working at the store.
She was haunted by the idea that she was close to this thing she had obsessed about and would only arrive in time to see the door vanish before her eyes. The heels of her ankle boots clicked hollowly in the increasingly-empty mall, and the sounds came quick as she sped up her gait. Her focus was on the store, getting there as fast as she could and, hopefully, finding herself standing once more before the red door with its ornate carvings and heavy handle, the one she hoped to open for herself this time. Gloria barely heard, so attuned was she to the frequent loop of announcements. The place was closing and the PA was telling everyone to find an exit and head home and, oh, be sure to come back and spend some more money tomorrow. She flashed her badge, pushing past the security guard at the mall’s main entrance.
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