I have everything except the stilettos

I already told him I don't want them to purchase you an outfit, but this is not the type of shoe I thought that I would ever wear again. Spending $100-ish dollars on shoes makes the whole thing so less worth it. I decide to text back, "I have everything except the stiletto's :(. I never wore them before and can't see myself wearing them again. I looked it up and good stilettos cost almost $100, which is outside of my budget. Also, it is very difficult to find them in my small size 5 foot. Would regular 2" heels work?" Tom immediately responds, "Can we buy you the shoes? It's the least we can do considering we offered an entire outfit." I think for a moment and reply, "Okay-dookie, thank you :) :) :)".

It's now Friday afternoon. In one hour, I'll be pulling up at Tom's house. I open my closet door and take out a red button-down top that I 've worn maybe 3 times before and place it on my bed. I open my skirt draw and nervously take out that tiny black micro that I only wore once before. I got it about 3 years when a dozen of my girlfriends got matching outfits for my friend’s bachelorette party. If was fun as a group that night, but I never dared wear it out again in public. It it exactly what Tom said Jack likes, and I can't see another opportunity to wear it. Obviously, I'll wear a long coat going in and out of his house so the whole town doesn't think I'm a hooker. I hesitantly find a pair of thigh-high black stockings and throw them in on my bed. I open my underwear drawer, search through dozens of pairs of panties and bras. I line up a half dozen across my dresser. Eventually, I decided on a pink thong alongside a matching pink bra connected by stings that I tie in a bowtie.

I know I will not get fully naked, which is comforting. I also know that I can trust the guys, so that is also a huge relief. I exhale, put my outfit on and head towards the front door. I look through my hallway closet as I slip on my flats (I'm expecting to be gifted stiletto's which I'll change into at Tom's house) and decide upon the longest overcoat that I can find (to hide my legs).

I plug Tom's address into google maps and begin to drive. What seems like only 5 minutes later, I pull up to a cute stand-alone house in a fancy part of Forrest Hills, NYC. I adjust my rearview mirror and reapply my makeup and lipstick.

Right before I open my car door to, I begin to think. Will they expect me to touch them? Will they touch me? Will they all be drunk? I expected to give Jack a lap-dance and throw my shirt off, but all these questions are causing last minute jitters. This pit in my stomach grows. I debate texting Tom and calling it all off.