Go to work anyway.

Evelyn bit her lip, trying to decide what to do. After a few dull moments, she shrugged and collected her work clothes and set them on the bed. She made her way to her dresser and got on her knees. She opened the second to last drawer from the bottom, revealing three neat stacks of various types of panties. Eve owned a couple pairs of boyshorts, a couple pairs of g-strings and various others but by all she prefered tangas more than anything. They were comfortable and just covered enough for her taste. She brought out a pink pair of them and stood, sliding them up her legs. She pulled the pair snug against her and nudged the drawer closed with her foot, standing topless now.

For a moment, she considered going to work without a bra, but she realized it was her still-unsatiated horny side. She bit her lip, deciding whether to give in or not -- and decided to compromise. She opened the top drawer of the dresser and slid out a lacey pink underwire bra and put it on. The bra itself was rather revealing, stopping just above her nipples. It showed off her cleavage and the material was thin enough to allow her nipples to stand out against it if they were hard enough. She adjusted it and turned to the bed.

On the bed was a rather short black skirt, falling about half the way to her knees. Next to it was a pair of thigh-high black stockings with a lacey hem and beside that was yet another black article of clothing; a sleeveless, form-hugging v-neck that stopped just above her waist, showing part of her belly. It was marketing at its finest. Relatively revealing clothing made male patrons tip better for their food.

Eve sat on the edge of the bed and pointed her toes, sliding the stockings up her legs individually. She stood up and unzipped the skirt on the bed, proceeding to wrap it around her waist and zip it up again. She picked up the shirt and pulled it over her head, straightening it until it showed maybe an inch or two of skin between the tip of her skirt and the base of the v-neck

Finally dressed, she looked in her mirror. Everything looked good. She looked to the time again; 7:20. Work had started five minutes ago. Biting her lip, she hurried to the bathroom and quickly combed her hair. She took a black elastic hair tie from the counter and held it between her teeth then reached behind her, fashioning her hair in to a pony tail and wrapping the tie around it until it was held firm.

Eve flicked off the bathroom light, the hallway light and her bedroom light and made her way to the living room. She put her work shoes on (sitting next to the door by three or four other pairs), which were a couple of black high-heel pumps. Hurriedly, she gathered her car keys and flicked off the light. She exited in to the hallway of her apartment building and locked her door.

She turned, seeing her neighbor -- James -- leaving his home for work. He was six-foot-two, greatly contrasting with her height of five feet and six inches. He was dressed in a business suit with a suitcase at his side. He himself was twenty seven, eight years older than her and he had an athletic body. He locked the door and turned, pausing as he came face-to-face with Evelyn. She had a bit of a crush on him, but suspected he was gay; a "look-don't-touch" scenario. It sometimes drove her crazy.

"Oh," he said, rather surprised. "Hi, there, Evelyn. Off to work?"