Well, Barry didn’t take long...

Millie and Tes went to join and chat with their friends at the party. They discussed how the firm had seen success despite the rough year, bringing in lots of profits, which in turn boosted their salaries as well. In fact, the new dress Tessa was wearing was bought with her bonus.

“Don’t you like it?” Tessa gave Millie a twirl, showing off her spaghetti strap crimson dress. The dress showed off a lot of cleavage, and ended well above Tessa’s knees.

“Um...” Millie, clad in a conservative black shirt and blue jeans combo, hesitated a bit, before deciding to tell Tes what she thought. “It’s great, don’t get me wrong, and you look absolutely wonderful, but I don’t think you should’ve worn it here.”

“What? Why?”

“Welllll... this may be an end-of-year party, sure, but it’s at the bastard’s house. Don’t you think it may come off as you wanting to show off to Bar—”

“Nonsense! Absolute rubbish, Millie. Are you an idiot?” **** had sharpened Tes’ tongue, as she suddenly snapped at her good friend. “So what? I’m to restrain myself just because of one asshole? No way! You’ll see. It’s going to be a wonderful night, as I claim victory over him while looking fantastic.”

Anger started boiling in Millie’s gut, though she did her best to restrain herself and not show it. “Careful, Tes. You’re riding for a fall.”

“I agree.” The two bombshells jumped as Barry seemed to insert himself into the conversation out of nowhere. “Lookie here, Tessa,” Barry drawled, wagging his phone at her. She took the phone, and from the sudden widening of Tessa’s eyes and the lack of color on her face, Millie could tell that Barry had won the bet within an hour (maybe even half an hour?) of it being made.