"You would think that years in the industry would teach me how to spot an asshole, but I was on cloud nine that he had considered me so I went ahead with the whole charade." She rolled her eyes.

  "It gets worse?" Katherine squeaked. She had a fair share of horror stories in her industry, but nothing compared to the stories that Lily and Angelina sometimes brought home. From grabby hands to hours of torturous posing, they had all the stories.

  "He got me into those Lady Gaga-esque shoes that go on for miles and wanted me to skip around on boxes of various heights." Gasps filled the room.

  "Did you fall?" Lily cringed.

  "I sure as hell did. Thank god the assistant was nearby and helped me or else I would have broken my ankle in the very least." She shuddered at the thought.

  "And what number change was this?" Lily asked. "This man needs a whiplashing for putting you through that."

  "It was change number four when this happened and I had already revolted, saying I would do no further but the fucker charmed me into taking the shot."

  "And you jumped around like a bunny?" Katherine wasn't amused. She was infuriated on her friend's behalf.

  "I was hoping around elegantly, okay?" she snapped back. "But I was at the side and my ankle twisted. It hurt like hell." It was then she limped over to sit on the bed.

  "Did you go see a doctor?" Lily asked, bending forward and raising the skirt.

  "Don't pull on my skirt so suddenly," Angelina muttered, instantly lighting the mood. "Yeah," she said finally. "I went to the doctor. Waited for an hour at the office until it was my turn. I got badly sprained so I have a bandage wrapped around the location for now. I will have to go for a check-up a week from now."

  "You're going to report this guy, right? You need to tell other people of what he did." Angelina nodded.

  "I texted a friend, but at least I will get photographs out of it. Can't believe I spent my time on that asshole," she grumbled.

  A brilliant idea struck Katherine. "Do you want me to stay back and take care of you?" She asked, hoping her friend would somehow extract her from going on an uncomfortable date.

  "You are not getting out of this engagement, honey," Lily said from where she was kneeling. "I have a dress picked out for you. I knew you would try to slither out, so I made sure I had prepared everything for you."

  Katherine groaned.

  "I'll be holed up in my room, probably sleeping for the rest of the night. I won't need your services, peasant," Angelina said smugly. "Now go on the hot date and get laid."

  "Ew. You shouldn't be talking about your friend like that." Lily winked at her friend and got up from the floor. "Now, you!" She retrieved a piece of clothing from her bed and threw it at Katherine. "Change into this. It's a little loose on me, so it should fit you perfectly."

  Katherine sighed as she looked at the dress. It was not revealing… that she was thankful for, but it could be considered sexy. It was silver with a boat neck and it would surely show a hint of her cleavage. The length was decent so she wasn't worried.

  She took the dress and bid her friends goodbye. She went into the other room and tried it on. She couldn't help but wonder how the dress had changed her image so much. She was usually in jeans and hoodies, or in comic book merchandize, so she wasn't used to seeing herself so dressed up. Even when she went to party or to the bar, she didn't look this… good.

  Such a day meant that she would have to put on some light makeup and really show the world what she was about.

  She pulled out her cellphone and boldly pointed it to the mirror. Having poses and taken about twelve pictures, she was finally sure that she had the one that she wanted to send to Ray. She giggled as she captioned it.

  'Ready to make men swoon all over me.' She wondered if she should press send.

  She swiftly deleted it and wrote out the story of how she had been coerced into going out with Lily and her boyfriend. She sounded apologetic and felt a little apologetic because she knew it was considered micro-cheating. She wanted none of that life.

  [You look fabulous.] He typed out. She smiled and pushed her phone inside her purse. She could hear Lily call her from outside the room. She opened the door and heard her friends whistle.

  "You look like a hot piece of cake," Lily commented, twirling her finger, beckoning Katherine to twirl and show how the dress looked.

  "I can see your panty line," Angelina commented from the side, holding a bowl and spoon in her hands.

  "Eat your ice cream," Katherine snipped as she trotted back to look in front of the mirror. Angelina had been right, there was a slight trace of her panties, even though she had made sure to wear those super-hidden ones. She moaned.

  "What do I do now?" she whined.

  "Buy new underwear?" Angelina supplied carefully. "Or you could go without underwear."

  "No one would be wise," Lily agreed readily, horrifying Katherine.

  "I've never gone without underwear," she gasped in horror, almost wanting to close the door on their faces. No underwear? What is it got breezy… or if someone peered under the dress? She would be done for, all her goods splayed out for the world to see.

  "Don't be so dramatic. I don't wear underwear unless I am going to a shoot or on my period." Even Lily turned to stare at Angelina at this point.

  "I want to smack your ass to see if this is true," she commented, but wisely kept her hands to herself, not wanting to scandalize poor Katherine any more than she already was.

  "Don't the hems chaff you?" Katherine asked slowly, curiosity peeking through her horror.

  "No. I buy quality material, unlike some people I know." Lily gave her a knowing look.

  "Fine," she gritted through her teeth and closed the door. She sighed as she tugged on the hem and pulled down her panty. She longingly looked at it and decided that she would put it in her bag and wear it once she was out of the house and there was nothing those two could do about her wearing her panty. In the house, they could wrestle her to the ground and make her not wear it, but they would act civilized in front of others.