Barely..

Emma stood nailed to the ground. A whirlwind of emotions went through her mind and body. Though she knew she should be feeling guilty for betraying her own standards by putting on the fur, she could only look into the mirror and admire her own stature. An intense arousal came over her, although she couldn't yet comprehend why exactly. She could feel her crotch starting to get damp. Her hand involuntarily moved towards it, but only encountered the fur of the coats front, sending another electric jolt through her head and body. 'Shit', she thought, 'I can't be having these feelings over a fucking coat, certainly not in front of Victoria.' She let the coat slip off of her shoulders, immediately regretting her decision the moment the fur stopped touching her body. 'And... what do you think?', Vicky asked. 'It... It's... okay I guess', Emma responded in a dazed way. 'But did it change your mind about furs?' 'No I don't really think so...', Emma hurriedly said to mask her real feelings. Victoria responded in a somewhat disappointed tone: 'Oh... well it's not everyone's piece of cake of course. So I'll see you on Friday for the shopping spree?' 'Yes of course', Emma replied, and as she was walked to the door and walked over the pavements of Malibu, she could only think off her aroused state that developed because of what happened in there.