A string bikini.

Originally written by Bluefish at writing.com

Isabel stared at Julia with a mixture of disbelief and fury as she held up the contents of the bag - a bright green string bikini, so skimpy that she would be nervous to wear it even on a normal day. "Are you kidding me? I can't wear this! You promised me clothes!"

Julia shrugged, grinning from ear to ear. "Hey, if you don't want to wear it, you're more than welcome to go back out there as you are. I'm sure your audience is eager for an encore."

Caught, Isabel looked at Kathy for help, but Kathy just gave her an apologetic head-shake. "Just wear the bikini, Isabel. It's better than being naked."

"I - fine!" Quickly, Isabel donned the bikini, tying the knots as firmly as she could. It hugged her curves tightly, and the top barely covered half of her breasts. She still had acres of skin exposed, and would stick out like a sore thumb in the crowd - but it was better than being naked, she couldn't argue with that. Though the idea of going up against Rebecca again wearing nothing but this made her very nervous indeed. And she knew that this was Julia getting back at her for exposing her breasts. I really wish I hadn't pissed her off.

A chime sounded from Kathy's pocket, and she pulled out her phone. Isabel caught a glimpse of her lock screen, which looked like suspiciously like Katherine Heigl's nude shower scene from One for the Money. Kathy scanned her phone briefly, then looked up. "Right," she announced. "Just got word of Rebecca's position. I think it's go time."

"You have informants at the shopping mall?" said Isabel quizzically.

"You're not the only person who's help I've enlisted," Kathy said with a smile. "I mentioned the girl who got handcuffed to a fire escape nude? She was still too scared to help directly, but I got her to tail Rebecca for us and tell us where she is. And right now, she happens to be at..."