Smoothly

Elsa knew today was about getting Ashleigh to let her guard down and to start to wear outfits she would not normally wear. In two days, there was a big fashion show in New York, and that is where she would really begin Ashleigh's humiliation and let the world see what horny men all over the internet wanted to see.

Ashleigh came over to Elsa. "So, did you approve all of the outfits? I'm not going to dress like some expensive hooker."

Elsa noticed Ashleigh said that loud enough for some of the other models to hear. If looks could kill, Ashleigh would be dead, "Yes, you have four outfits today. All dresses. All night looks, and all tasteful."

"Good."

Elsa showed Ashleigh the first dress. It was a tight knee-length job with one strap over the left shoulder and a plunging neckline. "See," said Elsa. "Very tasteful, but the designer insists you do not wear underwear, so there are no lines from bras or panties."

"What, no underwear?" asked Ashleigh.

"Trust me," said Elsa, looking Ashleigh straight into the eyes, "Believe me, the material is thick enough not to show anything, and you'll look sexy but tasteful."

Elsa watched Ashleigh. She never wore anything without something on underneath. This was the first test.

Ashleigh felt the material and looked at the dress. "OK, I guess you're right."

She took the dress and went behind a screen to get dressed. She was the only model there who insisted on so much privacy as there was no one in the large staging tent but models, agents, and female and gay male designers.

Ashleigh came out from behind the screen. Elsa had to admit, Ashleigh looked stunning. She was showing more cleavage than usual though, and she kept trying to pull the neckline closer.

"No, don't do that," said Elsa, "you'll stretch out the material and your nipples will show." Elsa pulled the neckline back open, showing more cleavage than Ashleigh had ever shown, "You look very tasteful."

"Of course I do. I always do," said Ashleigh. She left and went to the where the designer and photographer was waiting.

Elsa smiled. Each of Ashleigh's dresses that day would get tighter, shorter, and more risque. She made Ashleigh another drink, spiked with the chemical cocktail and watched as Ashleigh sat in front of a fan as the photographer did his thing.