Head home

"I'm feeling pretty tired after... all of that," I said, "Do you mind driving me home?"

He didn't, of course, and while I considered giving him a little bit more service when we got there, I felt like I might get lockjaw if I did. I headed back into my dorm room and showered off the sweat and stink of the sex shop before beginning to think about what I'd wear out tonight. I had a few good dresses, but nothing super revealing. I had one or two that I could probably modify, cut the front just a smidge to open up more cleavage, or roll up and pin the skirt to shorten it. I was by no means a seamstress, but I'd seen similar things done by people online...

Otherwise, I could just wear one as-is and let my actions speak louder than my clothing.