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raced. My God, I’m supposed to display myself like this before an audience? Do people even buy such a dress? Yes, they do. I remembered seeing pictures of movie stars in their shocking outfits at the award galas.
    “Isn’t she a knockout? Kalem outdid himself,” Sheldon said, turning to the seamstress.
    I noticed pride in his tone. “How long have you worked for him?”
    “All my life, doll. That’s a joke. Actually, I’ve known Kalem since we were kids.”
    One of the vine leaves barely hid my cleft. Strings of rhinestones held the two front panels in place. Two smaller leaves covered my nipples, but I might as well have paraded around naked. A vine circled from my thigh up to my buttocks and partially covered my bum crack.
    I caught some of the models staring at me. Was that envy I read on their faces? That’s all I needed, a bunch of jealous women eying me as if they’d seen a boa constrictor.
    It was really a beautiful gown but to me, it was more suitable for the bedroom. Sheldon was already unfastening the clasp on the collar and helping me out of the gown. He handed me the third one and rushed off to assist someone else. I gathered I could get into this one myself.
    The material was so fine, it seemed spun from pure silver. I stepped into it almost afraid to tear the fragile cloth and pulled it up. The back, again, was completely bare to just below my butt crack. The top was strapless, the bra cups so low, they almost left my nipples exposed. I could never walk in this dress without it slipping down. I tried to tug it up, but was again afraid it would tear. A fine pattern was spun throughout the material. A metal rhinestone studded band just below my knees supported the flared bottom. It was really exquisite, but again, suitable for the bedroom. It was even more see-through than the black had been. I might as well wear nothing.
    Sheldon joined me. “Oh, this is beyond stunning. Wait until I add the final touch. Hold your arms out, hon.”
    It looked like a leather harness but it was made from a very soft silver metal that bent easily. Rhinestones studded the collar I wore around my neck and again a D-ring dangled from the front of it. The harness resembled an open cup bra. My breasts were encased securing the silver material to stretch tightly around the globes. A wide band beneath my breasts fastened at the back. Small beautifully ornate hooks secured the harness to the top of the bra cups. The tight wide strap beneath my breasts fastened at the back with a jeweled clasp, as did the collar. All the leather straps had been adorned with rhinestones. It was gorgeous, outlandishly sexy, but stunningly beautiful at the same time. I slipped into the matching silver high heels. Sheldon danced around me yelling at everyone to look at the highlight of the show. All faces turned to look at me—fourteen pairs of envious eyes examined me from head to toe.
    I inspected my reflection in the mirrors surrounding me and had never felt so sexy in my life as I did at that moment. It was beyond stunning. It was as if I’d stepped out of a sci-fi or a fantasy movie. Why had Kalem designed those dresses for me? Why was he determined to expose all parts of my body right away? I couldn’t help but feel a thrill as I looked at my breasts and nipples. The gossamer fabric might as well not been there. It almost looked as if my boobs had been spray painted with silver. My nipples were hard and I was afraid if I coughed, they’d pierce the fabric. I’d seen pictures of some of his outlandish designs, but never any as gorgeous as these, or as revealing and sexy. I realized why I’d had to have a complete wax job .
    “No alterations necessary,” the seamstress said.
    I took one more look at my reflection. My dark nipples were so clearly visible, my breasts swelling above the harness with plenty of cleavage in between. The G-string Sheldon handed me at least hid my clit, but my butt crack was very visible, too. If I thought the