Page 56 of His Choice

“You don’t say?” Aaron asked sarcastically.

“The only thing you must avoid are clothes that expose genitalia,” Emilio explained. “Nothing else is off limits for the DP channel. So, make it hot. If role play is what you’d be into, there are plenty of costumes to choose from. Whatever you do, make sure it reflects your personality. This is a way to capture Cliff’s interest while letting him know more about you. We’ll be here for an hour, so let’s get inside so you can begin shopping and prepare to model. The program will cover the cost for whatever you select.”

“My parents are going to need to go into hiding,” I complained.

Aaron pushed on my hip to make me stand up. “Relax. I’ll help you find something that works for you. How about an altar boy outfit?”

I scowled at him as we made our way into the bus aisle. “You’d better help me for real. And nothing that humiliates me.”

He snickered. “You mean more than getting drunk or ejaculating your cake icing all over Cliff Walker?”

“You’re not exactly building up my confidence,” I complained. “I’ll find something that works for you, too. Maybe a donkey costume and you can wear the ass end of it.” Aaron cuffed the back of my head. “Ow. Stop that.”

He laughed before giving me a shove to keep up with the moving line.

* * * *

Some of the other guys seemed intrigued by the store, rummaging through all sorts of garments that I’d never wear. Dani was enthralled with everything, holding clothes up to himself in front of a full-length mirror. Daryl inspected all that was leather. Somehow, that didn’t surprise me. Ted appeared both confused and horrified. Alex didn’t reveal much, which was typical. Brighton was amused, grinning with disbelief as he picked up various items.

“I can’t wear any of this stuff.” I tossed aside what Dani had explained was a ball gag. “Does anyone have normal sex these days?”

Aaron bumped his arm against mine. “I know you don’t.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Better to have no sex than have…this.” I held up a riding crop to make my point.

“Oh, give me that,” Daryl demanded, grabbing the item from me as he passed on his way to another bin of decadence.

Aaron shook his head before turning to me. “I have an idea for you. Do you trust me?”

I sighed. “Not particularly.”

“Wrong answer,” he replied, not appearing offended. “Come here. We’re going to get something from the section that has everyday stuff.”

I sighed with relief. “That’s fine by me. Although it won’t fit the sexy criteria.”

Aaron grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of the area that was labeled ‘family wear.’ The camera crew filmed us, and I wondered if the hand holding was one of Aaron’s attempts to make viewers believe he was interested in me.

The two of us stopped in front of a container of men’s pajama bottoms. “Here.”

“Here, what?” I asked.

Aaron retrieved a pair of reading specs he kept in his pocket. He didn’t wear them in public except in emergency situations. He was too vain.

“Put these on,” he said, forcing them onto the bridge of my nose before I could protest.

“Why? I can see just fine,” I complained, though I let him finish setting them in place. “Well, now I can’t.”

“Stop it. There’s hardly any magnification in the lenses,” he said.

I crossed my arms. “Okay. So, why am I wearing them then?”

Aaron retrieved one of the old clothing catalogues that was lying on a nearby windowsill. He returned and shoved it against my chest. “Reading material.”

I glanced at the cover. It was a women’s lingerie magazine. “No thanks.”

“Pretend it’s a science magazine. It’s for your reveal to Cliff,” he explained. “You’ll have it open to a page with text. He won’t know what you’re looking at.”

“Are you going to explain yourself?” I asked, becoming impatient.