Not just yet

"Now that we've got your finances and reputation ruined, let's see about spending the little money you have left before the hackers get to it. Grab your purse, we're going for a car ride."

Jill mechanically did as told, tears trickling down her face.

"Oh for God's sake," Kyle muttered, seeing them. "Stop crying. Go get your makeup and make yourself look like a slut."

Instantly Jill's tears stopped, and she wandered morosely to her makeup kit. She took what she'd need into the bathroom. He hadn't told her to not wash, so she scrubbed her face, and was heartened to see the marker come off with a lot of effort.

She was about to start working on the ones on her butt when Kyle yelled, "Hurry up, put the make up on and get out here."

Instantly her hands went to the makeup, slathering on thick layers like she was a hooker going out to work.

"Wonderful," Kyle told her when she came back in, not seeming to mind that she was marker-free. He threw a small bundle of cloth at her. "Put these on."

Jill stared at the clothes, a black miniskirt and a short halter-top that covered only her modest-sized breasts.

Once they were on she slipped into the three-inch heels he'd picked out, and the two went down to the parking garage.