Let Stace take her lingerie shopping.

Amy had just finished making her adjustments and had settle down to read again, when Stace, evidently finished with her massage, came into her room.

"You still have some time before class, right?" She asked.

Amy glanced at the clock, "sure, a little over an hour."

"Good, let's go I'm taking you shopping first."

"Shopping? On a Tuesday morning?"

"You want some underwear to wear this week, right? I happen to know Ted and Brandi are just ordering lingerie off the internet, so that won't come for days. I, on the other hand, am offering to take you to a store and buy you some right now."

Amy agreed and they both headed out in Stace's old beater.

"Hey, this isn't the way to the mall."

"We're not going to the mall, Amy. What did you think I was going to buy you Victoria's Secret?"

Stace got on the highway and drove to the edge of town--the store they arrived at wasn't a lingerie shop at all, it was a sex-shop.

Amy groaned inwardly, she was sure that the lingerie they'd sell in a place like this wasn't going to be much help in dealing with Amy's underwear problem.

Nevertheless, Amy went along and was surprised to see several aisles of lingerie, fetish wear, and stripper costumes in among the sex toys and porn DVDs.

Eventually, Amy found a suitable, though very sheer bra and panty set that might fit her. She was about to ask the punk-rock guy behind the counter if they had a changing room where she could try it on, but Stace stooped her.

"Did you forget your permanent dare? You can only wear lingerie that we pick out for you. Here, this is what you're getting."

Stace handed her a tiny package. Inside was a fishnet bodystocking. Even worse, she realized when she flipped it over and inspected the back, it was a _crotchless _fishnet body stocking.

"Great," Amy grumbled, "this is really helpful as underwear."

"Well, you can't argue that it's not sexy!"