They were quite a pair, Jess with her honey blond hair and Sabrina with her jet black tresses. Of course I praised them, as well as their seamstress, ...or the way she made them look. All the ladies were sporting new clothes, except for the seamstress. Seems she was too busy making the others to make one for herself.I turned to Courtney. “As managing partner, I am ordering you not to make another dress until you have made two for yourself, and I expect to see one in two days. Understand?”She was. Was I supposed to try out? No way, Jose! My shape isn't going to get me on stage! I see somebody waiting outside. I approach him correctly guessing this is my date.We go inside, and he whispers something to the hostess. She looks me over and nods. Then we follow her to a table. She takes our order for burgers and cokes. When she comes back, she gives me a 3x5 card with the number 6 written on it. "Number 4" a voice announces over the microphone.A young girl gets up from the table next to me,. So much for rushing there to get a table. Every movement I made was the focus of attention, but the guys wisely didn't say anything about my appearance. I mean the dress just covers my pussy and ass when I'm standing, and it was pretty obvious that I wasn't wearing anything else. I'm glad they let me maintain my air of innocence, which is very important to me. I'm sure my boyfriend had clued them in on this. We drank and cheered, and I was having a great time feeling more at ease, and beyond.. .. He's going to do to you... andmake you do... and however... He's going to make you do it... and now...He's found a pair of bikini bottoms... of one of your wife's bathingsuits... and then a mismatching halter top... from another... differentbathing suit... and throws them at you... ordering you to put them on...and you don't have the heart... or courage... to tell Him... that theydon't go together... and that they don't even match... and even asyou're wondering... like any stupid whore....