Jules gets Simone ready to go hiking.

You think about it a bit more while all eyes are on you. There's probably no way you can tease a good meaning out of any of these choices, only Jules knows what they all mean. You can see the blonde studying your face, sipping her wine, and watching you closely. Charles is nose deep in his phone at this point. At first, he tried to look disinterested but occasionally your eyes would meet and he'd quickly look away. The phone seems his concession to not looking silly anymore. Well, you've made them wait long enough you figure.

"We'd go hiking, I suppose. . . in my mind anyway. There's something about sweating in the great outdoors with a partner to get in the right mood," you offer with a faint smirk.

Jules claps at your answer and Beckett just looks at her.

"What did hiking mean?," the older man asked.

"You'll both find out soon enough! Follow me, my lovelies," Jules gushed as she stood and walked through the back door.

You look over at Beckett as you stand up.

"She didn't tell you what was going to happen or did you just forget?"

"Jules didn't tell me a damn thing except she's been here before and knew the best way to handle this," he shrugs, stands, and walks toward the door. You quickly follow.

The door opens into a hallway. The walls are checkered black and white, the floor tiles do the same. The ceiling is covered in brown cork squares with an occasional plain lit globe for light. All the doors along the sides are closed except for the one at the end on the right. Since you see Charles turning in there, you assume that's your destination and speed up. Then you turn and stride right in.

The room doesn't fit the rest of the place. The floor is covered in deep purple carpet. The ceiling is mostly white office tile with an occasional fluorescent light set among them. The walls are a burnt orange color. To your right and left are large closets full of hung clothing with wooden three drawer dressers in the bottom of each. There are also two doors in front of you marked 'Men's' and 'Women's'. Hopefully, they lead to changing rooms, it seems a weird place to hide a pair of restrooms you think. You see the blonde woman piling clothes into Beckett's hands and then pointing him to the door marked 'Men's'. She then turns toward you and rubs her hands together.

"I'll settle for dressing you I suppose. . . for now anyway! We need just the right look for you and that borderline 'corporate slut' outfit won't do."

You cross your arms under your breasts and tap your toe.

"This is going to be ridiculous isn't it," you sigh.

"No. It's going to suit your role. . . less corporate and more 'sassy fun-girl' I think."

Jules turns to the closet and digs around.

"Hold out your arms please."

You hold your arms out about a foot apart and wait, expecting her to drape a dress over them. Instead, she starts tossing you a mid-thigh denim skirt, then adds a dark green tube top and finishes with a sleeveless soft brown buttonless leather vest.

"I think that'll work for an outfit. Now we need some accessories!"

She starts going through drawers, tosses you a pair of pink lace thong underwear, and thick black socks. She sets a pair of soft brown leather ankle-high boots off to the side. You thank your lucky stars she didn't throw those! She turns and looks at you for a second.

"Ok. You can go change into all that. Don't forget the boots! I'm still trying to decide if I should throw a hat on your head though."

She gestures for you to head into the woman's room and get dressed. So you turn and walk in the door. You leave the boots behind, figuring you can put them on when you come out of the room. The room is pretty boring. The ceiling and floor are white. Two walls are covered with ceiling to floor mirrors and there is a sink against the last. You grab the chair and move it to the center of the room when the door opens. Jules looks in at you.

"By the way, lose the ponytail and go with a pair of high pigtails, please. We'll skip the hat."

You nod and she tosses the boots in the center of the room.

"I said don't forget the boots."

She smiles and pulls the door shut behind her. You just shake your head and start getting dressed.

About ten minutes later, Jules walks in and finds you dressed in the outfit she gave you hunched over the sink looking at your phone.

"Is there a problem, sweetheart?"

You look over at her.

"I've never done high pigtails so I'm watching a quick tutorial on Youtube. I'll be ready in a few," you look back down at the screen.

She puts her things down on the chair, walks behind you, and starts putting your hair up.

"It's an easy thing really."

She undoes your ponytail, uses a comb to part your hair down the center, then separates your hair in the back gathering it all over one shoulder or the other. Then she gathers all the hair on one side about an inch and a half above your ear and collects it all up in a black hair tie. Once the other side is done, she hands you a brush.

"Easy stuff! Feel free to work any kinks out if you like but it looks fine to me."

"Why pigtails?," you ask.

She laughs, "So I don't have to come up with a hat. Maybe I lack imagination tonight, but I couldn't think of one that'd work. Pigtails don't look good with a hat so I killed two birds with one stone."

She strips down really quick and throws a worn pair of jeans and a pink t-shirt on. Then slips on a pair of leather sandals. You look over at her and arch an eyebrow.

Jules laughs, "This is your night, Simone. The fewer people crushing on me the better."

"Now put your stuff in here so you don't lose track of it," she hands you a gym bag and leaves the room.

You step back and look yourself over. Your shoulder length coppery-red pigtails hang down and brush the tops of your shoulders. The brown leather vest hangs over the tight green tube top covering your breasts nicely. Since she didn't give you a bra, it saves you from having to figure out how to make them less attention-worthy. You guess you could have asked Jules for one but you bet she wasn't planning on adding that to your outfit.

The denim skirt hugs your hips and then flares out a bit reaching mid-thigh. You're happy it isn't a cold night since your legs are bare from there to the start of the leather ankle boots. You nod, deciding it's cute in a streetwalker kind of way. Then it's time to stuff all your things in the gym bag, grab your clutch and head back out to the room.

You see Jules in her jeans and Beckett in an all-white formal suit with a white ball cap on. You open your mouth to speak and Jules cuts you off.

"No time for chit chat. Charles, take us to the car."

He looks from her to you and back for a second. Then just shakes his head and walks out the door. The two of you follow down the same path you and Charles took to get up there. Outside there is a white four-door sedan waiting. Charles holds the door open for you, after the two of you climb in he closes it and settles in the driver's side. Jules tells him to follow the satnav and hits a button that rolls a Plexiglas window up between the driver and the back. You both buckle in and the car takes off. You look at Jules.

"Can you tell me what's up now?"

She smiles, "Ok. Charles is going to take us to a little semi-public park on the outskirts of town so you can visit nature. He's stuck up there for the duration. He can't even hear back here unless I turn the mic on."

She giggles, "He paid a lot to get your contract just to be locked up there like a servant."

"Anyway, on my first couple of escort jobs, I had to do some strange things because men paid for my time and they are weird creatures. There were four things that really stood out in my mind as either fun or formative. So I assigned each to an answer and asked you a question to make you choose between them. You picked the second naughtiest of the options. Congrats I guess?"

"And that was?," you ask.

The blonde's smile lights her face, "Have you ever heard of dogging my dear? This is going to be something like that."