..like my bra?” Embarrassment instantly sets in. Death couldn’t come sooner. And yet… and yet…“It’s very pretty.”She can’t help smilin.... Her bra isn’t anything special. Once her shirt is off, she folds it neatly and lays it on the floor. Her skirt follows and just like that she’s reduced to nothing but her underwear. A black, full-cup underwire bra and matching high-waist panties.Her bodies not perfect. Her stomach is a bit flabby, spilling over the band of panties. her thighs a bit too. .. like a LOT of money.I glanced at a pile of bills on my little end-table. In my mind, I could see four of those envelopes fade away and disappear from tonight's "compensation" alone. There was nothing for it, this was still an incredible opportunity. I'd get through it.The car took me to the rich part of town and up to the drive of a huge house. The letterbox said "Smith" on it, and there were several very expensive-looking cars parked in front. We pulled around the back and I was ushered. "What do you think?" She twirled to show off her outfit to me."Horrible." I said laughing."Yeah." She wiggled her nose. "But it has it's uses."We laughed again. "If you stay like that he'll not get a thing done!" I pointed out."I know. It's too fun. Ok, go get dressed, and when you get back I will." Cleo pushed me from the room. "Keep it thin, and tight, gotta keep him working."Laughing I went down to my room and put on the shortest skirt I had. It was down right unwearable in public. I left. She got up got fresh and wear salwar kamez. I shouted that. Be like bitch wear what you used to wear with that pimp Samir. She then wear deep neck body hugging top and tight jeans. She was looking like bomb in that.Mona: Where are we going?I slapped her. No que you will do as I tell you, else you know what will happen. She kept mum and followed me. I took her out of city on cheap lodge. (different than in previous story, I was extremely happy inside but didn’t show it out). She understood what.