Basically, Lingerie

She extends her arm, and in it are two small pieces of clothing. She's insistent, so I grab them from her and quickly dress. With much excitement, I rush to see how I look in front of her full-length mirror. The top is a sleeveless black fishnet crop top. The material is thin enough that it doesn't really hide anything, while at the same time making what it doesn't hide stand out even more.

The bottom was a skirted thong. I would say 'was' as it appears the thong portion has been either detached or torn out, leaving a thin band of transparent frilly fabric behind. If I position it just right, I may be able to hide most of my shaved thatch from view. Well, casual view anyway, as the fabric of the skirting is about as thin as the crop top.

As I examine myself in the mirror, She hands me a fabric collar to wear with it, made of the same material. I place it around my neck and look closely. I'm going to attract a lot of attention in this, I realize. I smile at the thought, thinking of all the eyes staring at me, mentally undressing me in their mind (Not that it would take much!)

As I'm about to comment, I hear a knock at the door and Tori squeals, 'He's here. Come, let him see you. Oh, and hand him this", she says before handing me a long string of fabric, again of the same material that the outfit is made of. As I look at it, she pushes/shoves me out of the bedroom, and toward the door. I open it, and I see him. I frequently wonder why he's having trouble finding a date; he looks quite attractive.

I hear him say, "Looking good. Tori tells me you're name is... Bridget? Well, If our date goes well, her debt to me will be paid in full. I'm Jesse, by the way." Once he finished talking, he casually reached out one hand and took the fabric from me. Jesse then puts a hand on my right shoulder and generally pushes me forward, and I smile before walking out of Tori's condo. As the door closes and locks, I realize not only my outfit, but my purse is still inside. I give myself recriminations for forgetting it behind in her unit, but decide against going back now.

As we wait for the lift, he attaches the long string of fabric to my collar, realizing it must be a leach of sorts. I giggle, nervous and yet also amused at the concept of being collared like that, his play toy of sorts. I love the way he's looking at me, as we step onto the lift.