Adam Green, geeky but upscale

"Okay, out you go," her mother urged, pulling her from the make-up table before she could get a good look. "Shoes."

Obediently Jenny slipped on a pair of shoes, steered by her mother into a pair of heels higher than she would've chosen.

"I really wish you'd consulted me on your clothes, Jenny," her mother sighed as she pulled her daughter along out the door into the hall. It was ringed by doors; hers, her brothers', her parents and the bathroom, all surrounding the curved stairway that led down to the front door.

"Now remember, Jenny, it's vitally important to your father's business that you make this boy happy before the end of the date."

Jenny stared at her mother before she was pushed toward the stairs. She ignored some rude remark by her brother as she tried to figure out what her mother meant. Vitally important? Make him happy before the date ends? She shuddered, thinking how it almost sounded like her parents were telling her to put out for the creep. And did she have to say it so loudly, where he was sure to hear?

Said creep was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, and she froze upon seeing him.

Adam Green could never be called handsome; he was, if anything, a geek, being thin and tall and the wearer of thick glasses that approached coke bottle status. He was, however, the son of a successful businessman, and the clothes he wore were undeniably expensive looking.

Jenny fidgeted a little as the boy spoke some more to her father, never once looking her way as she clutched her ratty purse to her too-short, too-tight and too-cheap clothes. She felt like running upstairs and searching the closet again for something more expensive looking, but without turning she knew her mother was there, beaming at Adam between stern looks at Jenny.

"...anything you want, son..." she heard her father say just before Adam finally looked her way, his eyes roaming her legs, ass and breasts in the way she'd seen hundreds of boys do when they were stripping a girl mentally. He didn't even bother looking at her face before going back to chatting her dad up.

"Remember, your dad's depending on you to make him happy," her mom whispered in her ear. Her mother was always doing or saying things in a theatrical way. This particular stage-whisper probably carried up to her brother, who was looking down over the railing above with his friend beside him.

The final horrifying moment of humiliation was when her father peeled off a number of twenties and gave them to the expectant hand of Adam before the boy turned and walked toward the door.

Jenny's mother gave her a push to follow and feeling unlike her usual graceful and beautiful self she hurried out the door after him