Photo Shoot

“I think our best bet is a sexy photo shoot,” Doe said, “at least until your all healed.”

Of all the possible things Doe could have said, the idea of doing a photo shoot was probably the least degrading. Doe continued,

“I’ll need to go and get a couple things first.”

“Can I come with you? I haven’t been outside in a while and wouldn’t mind going for a little walk?”

“And what would you wear? You only have one outfit, and I doubt you want to put that back on anytime soon. Leave the expenses to me, you just focus on bringing in that sweet, sweet cash.” With that Doe grabbed her keys and purse and exited the apartment.

About two hours latter Doe returned. She had bought a camera, makeup to conceal your bruise, and a number of outfits for you. However, their was something about the type of outfits that you couldn’t help but question.

“Doe,” you asked, “why didn’t you buy me any normal clothes? This is all sexy dresses, heels, and lingerie?”

“Look Alyson, I’m not responsible for buying your every-day clothes! Buy that with your own money. Household funds are only for buying things we need to make profit, and day-to-day clothes aren’t necessary for that.”

Despite Doe’s seemingly business-like response, you couldn’t help but feel that their was perhaps a more sinister side to this decision. Perhaps it was because this mean you were now unable to leave the apartment looking like a normal person. Whether Doe had intend to or not, she was turning herself into your only connection to the outside world. That clever bitch…

“Anyways,” said Doe, “enough dilly-dallying! Let’s start the shoot.”