Delivery

Nicole wasn't expecting any visitors. She peeks through the blinds on the door worried Vincent had come back or that it was Huck. It was neither. A man in a crisp black polo shirt was holding a huge red ribboned black box. She opens the door.

"Hello, I have a package from this address from Ms. Ana Marie Clooney for a Miss Nicole..."

"Oh, that's me!" She bounces on her feet. It was only a second for Nicole to recognize the Darling Divines logo on the box. It was one of the finest women's clothing stores in the area. Nicole would never in her life even dream of being able to afford anything. "Sorry, sorry, yes, that's for me."

"Excellent. Please sign here."

She signs the delivery receipt, wishes the man well, and ducks inside. She's shocked. How much money does a flight attendant earn that she can simply gift clothing from Darling Divines? In moments the ribbon is off the box and Nicole has the top off. Pushing the elegantly patterned tissue aside she finds a note.

"Dearest Nicole,

I'm so pleased you're able to join me tonight to give Alfie a birthday dinner he'll never forget. I hope you don't mind, but I couldn't help but pick up something a little extra for you. Wear them tonight if you wish. Completely up to you.

With neighborly love,

AM"

Nicole is giddy. The first thing she sees is a stunning, silk black, and red dress. She can't imagine eating dinner in something so delicate. She lifts it out to hold it against her body but has to stop to catch her breath. Underneath the dress is matching lingerie and a pair of heels. She can't believe it. After the last couple of days with Huck and Vincent, she never imagined anyone would treat her this way. Especially someone she hardly knew outside of friendly conversations over wine or spritzers in the apartment parklet. It was a little suspicious, sure, but Nicole wasn't going to turn down clothes from Darling Divines. Plus, it had been so long since she had a close female friend. Maybe Ana Marie wanted to fill that void in her life. If Ana Marie was anything like her it's possible she was overcompensating. Yeah, that was probably it.

She looks at the clock. Ana Marie was going to pick her up at 6 p.m., so she had three hours to get ready. More than enough time, but she didn't want to wait to try on the dress.

Nicole unpacks the items and neatly places them on her bed. The first thing she notices about the lingerie, aside from how sexy it is, is how revealing it is. The bra is a peekaboo bra that simply cups the bottom of her breasts and barely covers them with stretch satin lace rimmed by faux pearls. The matching panties are a bit more confusing. Nicole was familiar with crotchless panties, she'd occasionally worn a pair for her Discord group, but these panties had two strands of faux pearls in the center of the cutout. When Nicole first pulled the panties on the pearl strands pushed her folds apart and sat snuggly between her outer labia resting on her clit. When she took steps to look at herself in the mirror the strands moved in opposite directions. It made Nicole "yelp" in surprise at the stimulation. "This can't be right," she whispers to herself and reaches down. Nicole adjusts the pearl strands so they're split and instead frame her vulva. The strands are taught, so they make her pussy more noticeable.

Next, she slips into the sheer stockings and attaches them to the included garter belt. Once all of the lingerie is on she steps into the beautiful black heels with red soles. For the second night in a row, she's looking at herself in the mirror dressed like a stag party rental girl. The big difference between last night and tonight is Ana Marie's outfit is somehow a stunning combination of elegance and slutty. Nicole feels beautiful, but with her assets framed by the bra and panties, she can't help but feel like she's on display. Even though it's a totally weird gift from someone she barely knows, she loves it.

Next up is the dress. Nicole isn't surprised that it fits her perfectly. Covering up the naughty lingerie she feels like she's transformed into a femme fatale. It's sleek with a slit running up her left leg stopping short of where her thighs meet. The bra isn't noticeable under the dress even though her tits are hugged tight and squished together. If the plunging neckline was any lower she would be worried about her nipples peeking out. "Wow, with a little makeup I'd totally do me," she says looking at herself in the mirror.

And then it hits her. All of this with the dress, the lingerie, and the fancy dinner. Ana Marie must be planning to set her up with a friend. It would be odd for Ana Marie to do all of this if it was only the three of them. "Shit," Nicole curses as the weight of going on a date hits her. It's probably a super smart grad student like Alfie. Or maybe, oh my gosh, what if he's a pilot? Nicole starts to panic. This is the worst possible time for her first date in nearly three years. No one would ever understand what's going on with Huck and how she's let herself basically become a free-use whore. And she still had two weeks of the deal!

Nicole starts to do her makeup as worse-case scenarios run through her mind. The worst case is that he is a wealthy pilot that looks Ryan Gosling and they have all of the same interests and at the end of the date he wants to marry her, so they arrange to elope, but while they're eloping in her living room Huck shows up and claims her free-use holes right there in front of everyone totally ruining her pretty new dress and disgusting her fiancee and her new BFF.

"Why did it need to be now?" she yells at her face in the mirror as she works on her hair. "Why am I like this?"

It takes longer than usual for Nicole to do her hair and makeup. Nothing satisfies her. Whenever she looks in the mirror she imagines the words "Free Use" scrawled across her forehead in sharpy. The only way she's able to calm herself is by remembering that Ana Marie was aware she was seeing a man with a "bear body" and had encouraged her to be with men of all body types. So she could tell her fantasy pilot Ryan Gosling that they should maybe date for a couple of weeks, see how it goes, and get married once she starts back at the office. No need to rush it. It would be totally fine. By the way, she imagines saying, I'm a total pervert. Guys like you love that, right?

Right when she gets her hair into a place that she's mostly happy with the doorbell rings. She looks at her phone. 5:59 p.m. Showtime.