The Bonds of Trust, Chapter 3

The Bonds of Trust

By russell-ville-man

Chapter 3.

Kori was in the bathroom fixing her hair while I got dressed and readied myself for the day.

She came out presently in her white panties & matching bra. She was so damn pretty my heart skipped a beat at the sight. I made a grab for her, but, giggling, she eluded me. “Uh, uh, buster, we have many errands to run, much shopping to do. All of ‘our stuff’ is back in San Diego, and we’re not wasting almost two weeks waiting until we get back to start our fun. You come along with Kori now and we’ll spend the day putting your trousseau together. Sound like fun, does is not, Matty?”

“Yes, it sounds wonderful, honey. But, what is a trousseau?”

“You’ll find out, sweetheart. And then tonight, well, tonight is going to be something else again, Matty. I promise you.”

She hurriedly got dressed. We left the hotel, got into a taxi and headed up The Strip to the shopping district.

“This is it, driver. Thank you.” She announced. I paid the fare.

“Over this way, Matty.” Obviously Kori knew where she was going. It was a small shop, a boutique type business that was tucked away off The Strip, behind the The Imperial Palace. “Sergei’s” was printed on the door. We entered.

“Good morning, Miss Kori. How you are, this morning?” Kori was known here.

“Just fantastic, Sergei. Never better.” They clasped hands & air kissed. I went to speak, and was rendered to silence by Kori holding her finger to her lips.

“This my husband, Matthew, whom I spoke to you about, Sergei.”

The sales clerk was obviously gay and didn’t mind advertising it. He looked me over head to toe. “You right, Miss Kori. Husband simply divine. Lucky, lucky girl, are you.” The two of them shared a hearty laugh as I stood there dumbfounded. “Let me take measurements first to be sure, but, I confident that we have everything on you list. I lots of gathering after you come, as you so want so this not take long.” Kori had already been here.

Sergei instantly produced a cloth measuring tape. “Follow Sergei, beautiful couple.”

He led us to a smaller room behind the main shop. It was a stock room of sorts with a couple cloth easy chairs and a full length mirror on the wall.

“Miss Kori, handsome husband, may I get bottled water, or, other, how you say, refreshaments?”

“Yes, Sergei, that sounds splendid, please.” Kori was confidently lit.

“I be right back.”

“Kori, what is all this?”

“Just play along, darling. I guarantee you that you won’t be sorry.” She kissed my nose. “I love you, Matty, so much.” She whispered, as Sergei returned with the drinks.

“Miss Kori, you sit there. Gorgeous man, you stand straight and let Sergei measure him.”

He worked quickly, jotting on his small note pad as he went over me top to bottom.

“All done. Give me little time and I have all packaged and ready you go.”

“Sergei, would it be ok if you sent it up to the Mandalay Bay, Room 1369 this afternoon? They’re expecting it. We have so much to do today. So many stops to make. Please, Sergei?”

“No problem, pretty Miss Kori.” He quickly wrote down the information that Kori had imparted.

“You’re the best, Sergei. Just a life saver is what you are. Gotta scoot. Thank you, so much, Sergei.”

“A most good pleasure, Miss Kori, and beautiful husband. You come back and visit Sergei soon.”

He & Kori once again exchanged air kisses. I followed Kori to the door.

“Mr. Matthew, a great pleasure you, sir.” Sergei offered his hand at the front door as he held it open for us. I shook it in response. It was a firm grasp. His eyes found mine and he smiled warmly.

—to be continued—