For now, but the next one's a Patsy fan

Ruby's gaze flicked up and down Trish, making her flush a little more, before she smiled. Ruby moved back, noting something down on a scrap of paper.

"Here's his number," Ruby said. "You can arrange something with him. Thanks for the memory!"

"I- I just want the number," Trish said.

Cheeks still warm, she hastily took the number. Ruby didn't stop grinning at her until after she'd backed out the door.

Once the door was closed Trish straightened, swallowed, and tried to forget the fact she'd just exposed herself to a stranger. Again.

No, focus. So long as it never happened again, and so long as she was actually getting closer... She straightened her jeans, shifting her panties slightly to be comfortable after quickly making sure she was alone, then started moving.

Right. Trish memorised the number on Ruby's note, then pulled out her mobile to dial.

"Uh, hello?" she said. She glanced at the name on the note. "Sam Davison?"

"Speaking," came the voice on the other end. "Who's this?"

"My name's Trish Walker, I'm-"

"Patsy! Wow, I thought she was kidding," Sam said.

Trish faltered. Why did she get the feeling she was going to regret this?

"Uh, she?" Trish said.

"Ruby Bennet," Sam said. "Said an old colleague called her, and then she called me, and... whatever. Haven't had a chance to check my files yet, but I'm sure I can help you."

"Great," Trish said. She breathed a sigh of relief. "So should I come over..."

"Tomorrow," Sam said. "I should have something by then. Can you write down the address?"

"One second... ok," Trish said.

She pulled a pen out from her pocket, scribbling on the back of the scrap of paper Ruby had given her as Sam recounted his address. Ok, at least he sounded more helpful than the others.

"One thing," he said. "Ruby said Michael said you were happy to-"

Trish squeaked. Oh god, not again.

"Could you wear the classic dress?" Sam said. "I was a huge fan, would love to see you in it."

Trish hesitated. At least he wanted her to put clothes on, she supposed, albeit a dress about as humiliating as if he had just wanted her to flash him. No, no, don't think of it like that. It was the cliche Patsy dress, but at least it was a dress.

"Sure," Trish said quickly. "I can do that."

Hopefully this meant things were looking up.

Trish made it to the address the next morning, shifting a little awkwardly in the dress and wig; at least the wig made her a bit less recognisable, given she was a blonde on all the buses. The dress on the other hand was far from inconspicuous; rainbow sparkles, a giant silver star on the side, and thanks to the shop only having one that was a bit small, the skirt felt far too short. Still, at least she had it on.

She kept her coat fastened in the hope of hiding it as she got out of her cab.

Then she hurried off the street to knock on Sam's door. He answered quickly, beaming to see her; Trish loosened her jacket slightly just to confirm she was wearing the dress.

"Good to see you!" he said happily. "Huge fan, like I said. Come in, come in."

"Did you find anything?" Trish said.

"Sure, tracked down a couple of files you might want," Sam said. "Don't know exactly what you need them for, but it should definitely help with whatever you're doing. But you don't have to rush."

Cheeks colouring slightly, Trish took her coat off. Great, he probably wanted a photo op, bragging rights that he'd met 'Patsy,' the usual.

"Ruby told me how you paid her back after you called me," Sam said casually.

Despite herself, Trish squeaked. Oh god, what was the point in asking her to wear a dress if he was just going to-

"Can I have your panties?" Sam said. Trish squeaked again.

"What?!" she said.

"I just, after I heard how you thanked them," Sam said, "I had to try. Want something to actually remember this by, not just a memory. And wow, how many people can say Patsy gave them her panties?"

Could he stop seeming like an enthusiastic fan for one second? Trish swallowed, cheeks heating again.

Ok. Ok, she couldn't wear a bra with this dress so it was her only underwear, but she could still take them off without exposing herself. That was... that had to count for something. Then she just had to hurry home commando, change and get out of this awful cutesy dress, and...

She could do this.

"Then I can have the file?" Trish said.

"What's the rush?" Sam said. Then: "Sure, sure."

Trish closed her eyes, swallowed, then nervously felt around her waist through the dress, feeling the texture of her panties through it. A little ****, and she started to lower them.

As soon as she could she reached under the skirt, tugging them down past her knees, then over her shoes, before handing them to the stranger, cheeks burning.

Ok. So long as she could get through this without exposing her pussy, she could cope. Trish swallowed.