Body Movers
"Does this make my ass look big?"
CarlottaWren stood in the dressing room of Neiman Marcus in the Lenox Mall in Atlanta, Georgia, her arms full of designer bathing suits that Angela Ashford, one of her least favorite customers,wanted to try on.They weren't even halfway through the selections and already Carlotta wanted to murder the woman.
She dutifully glanced at Angela's surgically sculpted glutes falling out of a tiny patch of metallic-blue fabric."No, your, um, ass looks...great."
Angela tossed her blond hair over her shoulder and pouted at her rear reflection in the three-way mirror. "You think?"
Carlotta's mouth watered to say, "Way better than it looked in high school," but bit her tongue. It was part of the game, after all — Angela played the role of poor little rich girl with a confidence problem, and Carlotta played the stroking, sympathetic friend. Both of them deserved an Oscar.
Angela turned around and carefully rearranged her newly acquired breasts in the bikini top that barely covered her nipples. Then she slipped her narrow feet into the silver high-heeled sandals sitting nearby and performed a three-q ... read full excerpt from: Body Movers ebook
