What My Sugar Daddy’s Assistant Did to Ruin My One Chance at a “Pretty Woman” Experience: Part 2

Wow! I guess we’re all just cat­tle then. Thanks for the ego boost,” I retorted sar­cas­ti­cally as I grabbed the five out­fits to try. As excit­ing and exhil­a­rat­ing as it was, this guy was just rub­bing me the wrong way all together. I tried on the out­fits, picked the only one I liked, and showed Anthony. He imme­di­ately vetoed it.

No, get the black one. Mike will like it bet­ter on you,” he snapped.

Well, I don’t care. I’m wear­ing it, so I choose this out­fit. We have a whole store of out­fits. Your selec­tion is weak,” I responded head­ing back into the dress­ing room.

Lis­ten, I’m here to do my job and don’t really care for your atti­tude. If you want to upset Mike, then do it on your own dime. Your choice.” Now Anthony was mad.

Don’t mind if I do. Bye,” I said walk­ing towards the cash reg­is­ter. I walked past the shoes and real­ized that I would need a pair to match the out­fit, so I quickly tried a few on. Anthony fol­lowed me closely, com­ment­ing on each pair I chose. They were either not sexy enough, not classy enough, or Michael sim­ply wouldn’t like them.

Why are you still bug­ging me? I’ve got this han­dled and frankly you are get­ting on my nerves,” I responded.

You need my help. I promise you, you do not want to let Michael down tonight.”

What’s your deal? This is none of your busi­ness. You’ve done your job and earned your pay now move along,” I argued back.

You aren’t just going to a steak­house, Vivian. It’s his com­pany party and every­one will be there. You will be his arm candy and you must not only be respectable, but you can­not look like you’re still in col­lege. It’s bad enough that you’ll never get away from look­ing like his daugh­ter. So, just let me help you. Let’s start over. Clearly we got off on the wrong foot,” he said calmly. “Hi, my name is Anthony and I am here to assist you in find­ing some­thing suit­able for tonight’s event. Please return to the rack where more out­fits have been cho­sen for you.” Anthony smiled.

Michael just pulled one over on me and Anthony knew it. I was so embar­rassed; I couldn’t get the deer-in-the-headlights look off my face.

Michael told me we were going with “friends.” I couldn’t believe what he was doing and how embar­rassed I was. I thought this was going to be a real date, but here Michael was putting his own needs before mine again. Noth­ing could make up for how angry I was.

I looked at Anthony and sim­ply started walk­ing back to the women’s depart­ment. I said noth­ing, just tried on out­fit after out­fit, and sim­ply took what­ever Anthony had cho­sen for me, as he knew bet­ter what would be appro­pri­ated. He had won; I was far too dumb­founded to even be upset.

We headed to the makeup counter, chose a few items, and then checked out. What should have been excit­ing had turned into a raw, joy­less, and humil­i­at­ing expe­ri­ence that I’ll never forget.