Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

She’s looked at them before.
It’s amazing she’s endured me as captain of the lacrosse team this year,
especially when she’s probably the better player, and I haven’t made
anything easy on her.
But that’s how it is. Effort, focus, hard work…they mean very little when
you’re lucky like me. Saints don’t mix with swamp trash, and while Reva
Coomer may be the coach, I’m the leader. Everyone follows me.
I gaze at her as she straps the heels on me, the tiny mole on her face,
between her ear and the hollow of her cheek, bringing out the gold in her
skin. I’ve never noticed that before.
She puts my foot back down, and I draw in a breath, standing up and
heading back to the riser again. The dress rubs against the sensitive skin of
my legs, now bare, and it’s as if every inch of my body is alive and aware of
itself.
Almost like I’m naked in my bed, only feeling the sheets.
Holding up my skirt, I look in the mirror, the gold heels with the thin,
jeweled straps making my skin glow, and I fight not to smile, because they
feel and look worlds better than the other shoes.
However…
“They don’t go with the dress,” I tell her.
But I’m hardly surprised she’s so bad at this, given the shit she wears.
I reach around my back, trying to untie the corset.
“You’re right,” she says. “You need a new dress now.”
I almost snort. Well, we agree on that.
Unable to reach the laces, because the corset is too tight for me to move, I
twist around, planting my hands on my hips.
“Unlace it.”
She steps up, pulling the bow and loosening the corset, so I can push it
down and off my body.
“Tell Lavinia to call me when the alterations are done,” I instruct, “and
tell her to take it down a size.”
“It fits you perfectly.”
“To a four, please,” I snip as I pick the dress up off the floor. “And
remove this flower.” I grab the one at the center of the bodice. “Are we
repurposing wedding dresses from 1982 or something?”
But she’s not paying attention. She stands back and stares at me, and
when she turns and checks my reflection in the mirror, I follow her gaze.