BLIND DATE 2: PERFECTLY FIT	
MERZ:  mrmerz@yahoo.com
Betty goes clothes shopping


Betty Hunt stepped off the city bus and stood for a moment getting her
bearings on the corner of 8th and Jefferson. After listening to the echoes
made as the bus pulled away and to the sound of cars approaching on one street
and going away on the street perpendicular, she was satisfied she knew where
she was and where she needed to go. Most of the evening rush hour traffic had
passed as the business day neared its end. She unfolded her white cane and
began walking north, the stick sweeping ahead of her to alert pedestrians of
her condition as much as to warn her of hazards in her path. She counted up
three doorways and opened the door of the Perfectly Fit dress shop.

The little bell above the door tinkled softly as she entered. She felt her way
into the store a few feet and waited for attention. A man's voice asked, "May
I help you?"

"Yes, I'm Betty Hunt. Kathy Davidson let me know she had some things set aside
she thought I might like to try. Is she available?"

"No, I'm sorry Kathy had to step out for the day. My name is Jeremy. I know I
have seen the items she had in mind hanging in the back. If you will permit me
I would be happy to serve you." From his voice Betty judged the man to be
about five and a half feet tall, not older than forty or younger than about
25. "I'm sure that would be fine," Betty told him, folding her stick and
placing it in a pocket of her purse. "Please lead the way.'

"Ms Bolivar, I will be in the back with a customer for a bit," Jeremy called
out as he began walking toward the rear of the store. He glanced back to be
sure Betty was following without need for assistance.

They came to the dressing area. Jeremy led Betty to one of the dressing room
doors and suggested she wait while he fetched the items the store owner had
put aside. He was back in moments. Betty heard he rustle of hangers and cloth,
then a clink as Jeremy hung the clothes on a rack.

"Let's see," Jeremy said, sorting through the various garments. "Ms Davidson
has selected a variety of outfits for you to try. I have the impression you
have worked with Ms Davidson for a while in putting together your wardrobe.
Please don't feel any obligation to make a decision on these things without
consulting her. Today we can try them for fit and drape. I can describe the
effects I see for you but I won't be offended if you hold off purchasing until
you have a second opinion."

"Thank you. That's quite thoughtful of you. Kathy and I have worked together
for a few years and I do have a great deal of confidence in her judgement.
Still, I am perfectly willing to try these on without her," Betty replied.
"First, why don't you give me your impression of what I am wearing now so I
have a sort of baseline for your comments."

Jeremy studied her. He saw a woman of average height in a pant and coat
combination that fit loosely but stylishly. "Well, I can see that the entire
outfit is quite versatile. The various pieces would go well with a variety of
other garments. The black slacks and charcoal jacket can combine with many
other colors, he lighter gray top can also mix and match quite well. I assume
you have a code that allows you to choose compatibles from your closet? The
overall look is quite professional. The cut of the jacket is slimming without
calling attention to the body contours."

"I do have a system of tags that help me combine different tops and bottoms.
Kathy is familiar with it and can help me match up any new things I pick out
today. In general I prefer this loose fit for my work wear, and long sleeves.
I can't have much loose material at the cuffs because it's too easy to drag
them through the soup without knowing it. Here, let me remove the jacket and
we can get started."

Betty shrugged off the long, linen coat to reveal her top was sleeveless
underneath. Jeremy nearly choked when her bare arms came into view. Thick
cords of muscle ran down her arms from shoulder to wrist, stirring and pulsing
with every movement. A great ball of bicep rolled up her arm as she bent it to
hold out the jacket for Jeremy to hang.

"M-m-m-my goodness. You certainly appear fit." Jeremy stared at the arms and
then moved his gaze to the vast shoulders and wide back of the blind woman
before him. He felt a bead of sweat break out on his forehead. "Why don't we
try on this dress first. It's in royal blue with black trim. This would do
well for work or daytime wear, or possibly an evening on the town. It would be
worn alone, accessorized by a narrow black belt, perhaps, and a string of
pearls." He handed Betty the first hanger. "Just step right into the dressing
room and try that on."

"Jeremy, I'm going home now. Will you be all right alone with the shop?" asked
the other clerk, Ms Bolivar, coming into the dressing area.

"Oh, yes, we'll be fine. It's been a quiet afternoon. I'll just see to Ms Hunt
here and lock up."

Betty came out of the dressing room. "Hello, Carmen. What do you think of this
dress?"

"No, I think it is too much in the shoulder, and I do not like the taper to
the waist. I think Ms Davidson did not know it would make such a sharp taper.
I do not think this one is for you. I leave you with Jeremy now. Good night."
And she left the store for the night.

Betty ran her hands down her sides to her hips. "What do you think, Jeremy?
Kathy says I need to avoid belts and gathers for my working clothes, something
about my proportions. This is more form fitting than she usually shows me."

Jeremy stepped close behind her. "If you will permit me," he said, running his
own hands over the dress down her sides. "I can see what you mean, but
personally I rather like the look on you. Are the sleeves perhaps a bit snug?"
he asked as he moved his touch to feel along Betty's arm.

"Yes, it does feel a little confining. There seems to be some stretch in this
material, but I'm not used to a sleeve this tight except in play clothes,"
Betty was twisting her arms at her sides, causing her triceps to bunch and
stretch.

Jeremy whipped the tape measure from around his neck. "Perhaps if you were to
flex the arm we could see how much room you need in a sleeve." His fingers
trembled holding the tape.

"Well, okay, if this will help," said Betty, raising her right arm and bending
it. Jeremy staggered back a step as he watched a ball as big as a cantaloupe
rise on her arm, straining the fabric, stretching it until the fabric became
nearly transparent.

"Oh, my word. Seventeen inches," gasped Jeremy. "Excuse me, I believe I hear a
customer out front." He scampered away, leaving Betty tugging at a hem,
plucking at a cuff.

In a minute he was back. "Perhaps this isn't for you. I can certainly see the
sleeves are rather tight on you. Let's move on. This appears to be a sporty
outfit. If you'll just slip out of the dress and try this on, I'll hang it
back up. This outfit consists of knee-length black pants and a striped top,
scooped front and back."

Betty disappointed him by stepping into the dressing room and closing the door
to change clothes. When she emerged Jeremy again gasped and stared, needing a
few moments to compose himself enough to speak. "Now this has the opposite
effect of the clothes you describe in your working wardrobe. Here the body
contours are emphasized with horizontal stripes calling attention to the
shoulder and back width, as well as the taper to the waist. This would look
extremely smart with a wide belt to gather it even more at the waist. And I
believe I know just the footwear to compliment this ensemble. What size do you
wear? A seven?" He hurried away and returned panting with a shoebox and a
leather belt.

Crouching at Betty's feet he said, "Why don't we just slip into these sandals.
They should add to the general beach flavor of the outfit." He cupped a hand
behind Betty's calf, noting the density of muscle there. He slipped the sandal
onto her foot and rubbed his hand down her foot from ankle to toe. "How does
that feel?" he asked looking up at her from his place at her feet.

"I really don't like this much of a heel. It must be at least three inches,
and I prefer flat shoes. I need all the help with stability I can get," Betty
commented dubiously.

"Oh, I'm sure you can get used to this in no time. Here, try stepping up on
this stool. See, you have excellent balance and poise." Jeremy again felt the
calf muscle and watched Betty's legs surge and swell as she stepped up onto a
footstool. "Let me just measure the calf to be sure we have the right size in
the pants. Dear me, also seventeen inches." His hands jittered almost out of
control as he reached for Betty's arm to help her step back down. "Oh, here's
the door again. I'll be right back."

When he returned Betty had removed he sandals. "I like the feel of the rest,
but I'm quite sure I don't want shoes with this much heel. What else do we
have?"

"Here is a classic, the little black dress. This one is sleeveless, with a
panel of strings across the back and front quite tastefully suggestive. This
will also highlight the body contours, and of course the arms. The hem comes
about two inches above the knee to show some leg as well. I have a pair of
hose you should try on along with the dress. Again, I strongly recommend a
pair of heels at least three inches to display the dress to its best effect."
Jeremy stepped into the dressing room with the dress and stockings and waited
for Betty.

"Thank you," she said, and waited until he left the tiny room. "Jeremy, you
forgot to close the door."

"I really like the feel of this. It feels so sexy," Betty said as she emerged
shortly after. She turned this way and that in front of the salesman. She ran
her hands down the front of the dress, then ran them through her hair as she
giggled.

Jeremy's mouth went suddenly dry as he watched the muscles roll up and down
her arms, as he stared at her legs beneath the dress looking strong enough to
support the railway bridge down the street. "That is simply perfect on you. It
brings out all the nicest qualities in your form, I think. It is a bit pricey
I notice, $750, but I do think it is divine if you can afford it."

"You know, my arms used to be more than 18 inches. Maybe if I pump up a bit."
Betty began flexing her right arm hard. Flex, straight, clench her fist and
flex again. Jeremy watched the shape of her arm change from a bread loaf to a
hard cannon ball, over and over. "Measure it now."

"Oh heavens, seventeen and a half. And so hard," Jeremy whimpered as he read
the tape.

Betty returned to the dressing room and changed back to her own clothes. When
she emerged she said, "Jeremy, I believe I will take the black dress and the
casual top and bottom. I will figure out shoes later."

"That is splendid. How would you like to pay for these?" he replied, staring
anew as Betty pulled up her blouse to fuss with the waistband of her pants.
Her abs were stacked in neat rows to disappear into her top.

"I assume you have VISA," Betty said, and reached out with one hand to grab
his throat. With her whole body she heaved upward and slammed Jeremy against
the wall, his feet several inches above the floor.

She wasn't squeezing, but only his own grip on her hand and forearm kept him
from strangling as he hung from her hand. "What are you doing," he wheezed
out. "Please, release me. What's come over you?"

"I have very good hearing. I didn't hear anybody come in while you were
waiting on me. Did you go off and stroke yourself? Have you locked the front
door? When we first came back here I followed you by the sound of your pant
legs rubbing as much as by the sound of your feet. I haven't been hearing pant
legs for a while. Jeremy, are you wearing your trousers now? If I have to
check, I promise I will destroy everything my hand touches whether it be
underwear or your testicles."

"Please, I kept my shorts on. I'm sorry. This will never happen again," Jeremy
gasped for air. Tears began forming in his eyes. " I couldn't help myself.
You're just so magnificent. I've never seen such a body. Please, let me go."

"You have committed a sex crime, Jeremy. I don't believe I will press criminal
charges, but I will take civil penalties. You are going to pay for my
selections tonight. You will put them on your credit card. I will call Kathy
tomorrow to be sure she finds your slip for the purchases. Do you understand?
And I expect she will tell me your story about having to quit unexpectedly and
move out of town. You will face some very ugly consequences if I ever hear of
you again."

Jeremy could only nod his head slightly, pinned as he was against the wall.
Betty released him and he fell to the floor. At her direction he retrieved his
wallet from his pants in the next dressing room and carried her new clothes to
the counter. He carefully wrapped them, rang up the purchase and ran his
credit card.

As she accepted the receipt Betty said, "You know, the exertion may have
pumped my arm up even more. What do you think?" And again she flexed as Jeremy
stretched his tape around the massive ball. "Would you like to rub it for good
luck? Maybe if you gave it a little kiss we could get it up a little more."

"Eighteen inches. Oh my word," quavered Jeremy as he rubbed the hard globe of
her bicep.

Within seconds of the stain beginning to spread across the front of Jeremy's
boxer shorts Betty smelled his cum, and smiled. "That's it. Time for us to
go." She put her jacket on, then seized Jeremy by the scruff of his neck and
steered him toward the door. Jeremy opened it and Betty tossed him sprawling
onto the sidewalk. She heard the door lock behind them. "Goodbye Jeremy.
You're going to walk north. I am going to stand here until I don't hear your
footsteps anymore. "

The unhappy man gathered himself and began his humiliating journey away from
the store, trying to ignore the stares of the people on the sidewalk. He tried
to ignore the stares of the police officer who took particular interest in the
condition of Jeremy's underwear, and the stares when he arrived at the police
station to begin telling his story.