Try to improvise a skirt

“Incredible”

“Look at that.”

“What the hell is she wearing?”

“S-s-sorry for the wait.” Neve sat back down at her table, praying that Miss Couturiere didn’t notice the gasps she left in her wake.

The businesswoman put down the photo she was staring at. “No prob… girl, what the hell are you wearing?!”

Neve swallowed, time to face the music. “W-well, I have always been a fan of your work in the field of fashion, Miss Couturiere. So avant-garde!” Neve began to recite the little speech she practiced a hundred times in her mind for the last five minutes. “So, to show how committed I am to our partnership, I-I decided to pay homage to your Recyclable Fashion Line with my improvised dress. What do you think?”

The businesswoman removed her glasses. The disbelief was palpable in her dark eyes. “I guess it’s a good first attempt… but girl, I used plastic bags and bottles to make my line. Not …toilet paper and napkins.”

Neve flinched. The Madame wasn’t fully buying her explanation, and how could she? She was wrapped like a cheap mummy. At least it was better than wearing nothing at all. “Ah, I assure you that TP is not such a bad material…”

Neve clasped her hands on the table, and her makeshift skirt immediately slid below her lacy bra. Smiling nervously, Neve decided that it was best to try and feign confidence, so she grabbed what remained of her coffee… and accidentally spilled it on herself again.

Most of the paper around her stomach turned to mush and practically disappeared under the hot liquid. Once more, Neve stood up in alarm, but in doing so, her skirt completely fell apart and dropped to her ankles. To add insult to injury, it wasn’t long before most of it was carried away by the wind.

There were many words to describe how Neve was feeling. Dumbstruck, mortified, incredulous. In just five seconds she had been rendered half-naked again. She was standing in front of Miss Couturiere in only her heels and underwear! Well, nothing to it, time to fake it till she made it… or die trying.

“Ah I s-see your point, there are a few kinks to work out… But still, I made the dress in honor of your company! There is no other fashion designer that I respect more. A-all my clothes come from your company!”

Miss Couturiere raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because that bra you are wearing… isn’t one of mine. It belongs to my competition.”

Neve bit her lip. She was in too deep to stop now. In the flash of an eye, she unclasped her bra and tossed it behind her. She quickly folded her left arm over her orange-sized breasts. “Huh, what bra? I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“…and I suppose you are also not wearing Victoria's Secret lingerie?”

Neve used her thumb to push down her panties before she shimmied them down her smooth legs. When they were near her ankles, she kicked them away from the table. “Right… I’m not,” Neve replied, crossing her legs over her shaved sex.

“…And I’m pretty sure I saw you were wearing Prada heels.”

With a swift kick of her feet, Neve got rid of her shoes as well. Now barefoot, she rested her elbows on the table and smiled, trying hard to suppress her urge to cover her brown nipples. “S-so, about the job, am I hired? Clearly, you will not be able to find a more committed professional to help you with your campaign.”

“Clearly.” Taking a deep breath, Miss Couturiere grabbed Neve’s briefcase and stood up. “Well, dear, I believe it is my turn to go freshen up.”

“Ok, I see you are taking my portfolio. Good idea! Have something to read in the bathroom. I’ll be waiting here…” After Miss Couturiere disappeared, Neve banged her head on the table…

Yeah, she probably didn’t get the job. Should she at least try and get dressed again? ...Damnit, her underwear was nowhere in sight, and Miss Coutiere had her portfolio! She was as empty-handed as one could be. All the other tables were staring at her like she lost all her marbles.

Hugging her arms, Neve winced. What a great predicament she got herself in.

“Wow,” Kim said. “We didn’t even have to do anything to strip off her underwear. Your sister dug her own grave.”

“Yup, that’s my Neve! But that’s no reason to stop. Let’s keep going!”