No Control (Chris Motionless)

Chapter 12 - Skin Tight

Yet again, Hudson went straight home. 

We had been following him for two weeks now, we knew his routine at this point and it was so mundane that part of me felt bad for the man. On the other hand, as far as we knew he was getting his excitement from brutally murdering girls. Chris seemed just as frustrated as I was by it. I collapsed onto a bench across the street from the man's apartment, burying my face in my hands as I let out a groan.

"Now what do we do? This is getting us nowhere." I asked through my fingers.

I glanced up at Chris when I noticed that he was being unusually quiet, my curiosity forced me to speak, "What are you thinking about?"  

"I know that we aren't having much luck with this, but a few nights from now I found out that the Torture Garden is having a person in uniform themed party. I don't know about you, but I think that sounds like his sort of thing and it's on one of his off days. It's sort of a long shot, but we could give it a try."

"We should go then." I say without hesitation.

"But we have to dress the part, I know for a fact that they don't let you in unless they think you've dressed up enough."

"Okay? I brought a fairly nice red dress with me just in case, I can wear that." I say as I wonder how he knew something like that. My mind gave an easy answer, he had gone there obviously. 

Chris smirked as he shook his head, "No, I mean like fetish fashion. You know, leather, spandex, and latex? That's what they want people to wear."

I felt my face heat up and my voice came out a bit softer, "Oh, I don't own anything like that."

Chris chuckled at me, "I kind of figured that, so that means we need to go shopping."

My eyes blew wide at that. "You're going with me?"

"Would you know where to even go if you went by yourself?"

I gave in with a sigh, "No, I wouldn't have any clue."

He grinned at that murmuring, "Let's go then, I saw a place in King's Cross that had some promising looking things in the window."

Ignoring my shock and awe that Chris was accompanying me for this clothing hunt, I allowed Chris to take me wherever he was speaking of. In the back of my mind I wondered about something constantly, was it possible that he was getting some sort of sick kick out of this? 

We ended up in front of a store that had a black canopy, but no title telling you what the place was about. The mannequins displayed were all dressed in form fitting attire, telling me that this was the place we were looking for. It wasn't until Chris opened the black front door that I spotted the small sign in the glass. BREATHLESS Latex Couture was the name of the shop and I had a feeling that the irony wasn't lost on the person that named the establishment. 

I hesitated to go after Chris into the building, which he noticed. He held his hand out to me murmuring, "Come on, it's not as bad as what you might think."

I take his hand, allowing him to pull me, knowing that I probably wouldn't have stepped in otherwise. The walls inside were white with a light gray damask design and the place was relatively small, but they seemed to have a wide selection of clothing. I also noticed that the shop was nice and toasty, even though it wasn't too cold outside.

A woman that appeared to be in her early thirties stepped out from behind the counter to our left and approached us. "Good afternoon you two, are you looking for anything in particular?"

"This is her first time looking into latex and we were hoping for something simple to get her used to the attire." Chris explained and when she was busy taking my measurements I gave him a look of disbelief.