Talk to Paul about the new outfit.

Elizabeth was annoyed by the outfit. How the hell was she supposed to work looking like a complete slut? After what happened in the dressing room, she felt like a slut...that didn't mean she had to look like one too. She still couldn't get over the fact that she had sucked off a complete stranger. What if he had some kind of disease? Did she need to get checked out? It was such a weird situation.

Regardless, a bit of adrenaline was still running through her body and she didn't want to let it go to waste. Elizabeth marched to the back of the store and threw open Paul's door.

"I hate this outfit!" she yelled.

Paul was seated in his office chair, watching the security monitors. He swung around and looked at her.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"I absolutely hate this outfit. It's demeaning and there's no way I can work in this," she answered. Paul's eyes looked her over.

"You didn't seem to have a problem working the customers in your regular clothes," he said with a grin.

"That's because they didn't show my ass every time bend over or put my tits on display....wait a second...what did you mean by that?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he said. "Where have you been the last twenty minutes?"

"I was changing into this..." she said. Her leg twitched with anxiety.

"Oh really?" he asked. Paul pressed a button on a remote and the security footage rewound on the small screen. "This shows you entering the dressing rooms at 2:00. You left my office at 1:45. Where were you?"

"I was helping some customers in the dressing rooms..." she said. Now she felt her hands trembling.

"I'm glad you told the truth," said Paul. He rewound the tape further to reveal Elizabeth entering the first dressing room. He then switched cameras, showing the woman pleasuring her Hispanic boyfriend.

"Do I need to go any further?" he asked.

Elizabeth shook her head.

"Now the question is, what do we do about this?"

"Can you just let me go back to work and forget it ever happened?"

"I don't think that's a possibility."

"Then what can we do?" she asked hesitantly.

"Why don't we start by getting you out of that outfit you despise so much?"