Page 92 of The Triple Threat

“This isn’t funny, Hunter. I’m going to have to pay for it now and it doesn’t even fit.”

There was that stamp again, only this time it was double footed.

Trying to dampen down my laughter, I bent over and slapped a hand to my mouth. Aside from the fact that she was starting to panic, she looked fucking hilarious. Just two arms sticking straight in the air with her hands waving around, and a bare ass. At least her pussy was covered with the pink lace of her thong, imagine how much worse it could have been, her wandering around the store with most of what she had to offer on show.

“I’m going to have to cut it,” I thought out loud.

“No!”

“I have no damn clue how else to get you out of it,” I groaned.

“What does the price tag say?”

“Why the fuck does that matter?” I asked.

Ellie gave a muted sigh. “Because if you cut the damn dress, Hunter, that’s what I’m going to have to pay for it.”

“Where the hell is the price tag, anyway?” I looked up and down and then walked around. “Nope, can’t see it.”

“Oh God, I want to die,” Ellie groaned and sagged a little.

“Well, you stay in there much longer and the lack of oxygen will grant you your wish.”

“You said I couldn’t lose oxygen.”

She sounded a little panic stricken and I felt a little bit of a douche, but damn it was as funny as fuck. Definitely worth a picture.

Click.

“Hunter Delaney, you did not just take a picture of me. Tell me you didn’t.”

I grimaced and cleared my throat.

“Once this is over, you’ll think it’s hilarious,” I offered, laughing to myself as I looked down at the picture. “You kind of look like a red tree with just two branches.”

“I hate you.”

“Maybe, but I’m the only one who can help you, so…”

She whimpered and turned a half-pace to the right, did a little wiggle and then turned back again.

“What are you doing?” I watched her curiously as she repeated it.

“I figured some movement might make it loose,” Ellie replied as she wiggled.

“That dress is stuck fast, El. The only way you’re getting out of that is if I cut you out.”

“Oh God, this is awful.” She was silent for a few beats and then sighed. “Okay but try and make it as neat as you can, that way one of your aunts can sew it back up.”

Pulling my pocket knife out, I tilted my head to one side to examine where best to cut the dress. And yeah, I may have spent a little extra time also checking out her butt.

“Okay, I think I can cut the seam around the armhole and down the side a little, then you should have room to get out.”

“Thank you,” Ellie replied, her voice quiet, and a little defeated.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked. “Apart from being stuck in a dress that I doubt even Houdini could escape.”

“I just wanted to buy something nice for the dance and now I’ll have to get this. Something that I wasn’t even that keen on and won’t even fit.”