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“Wait until you see this thing,” she says as she pulls down the long zipper. “It’s the latest Carolina Herrera. It’s not even out yet, but I pulled some strings and I got it for you!”
“It’s really red,” I say with a gulp.
“I know, right?” Brooke says with an excited smile. “Look at this!”
She pulls the dress out of the bag and looks thrilled as she holds it up. I feel a little weakness in my legs as she stares at me, waiting for me to say how stunning it is.
It is stunning, but it’s not really me. I’ve never worn anything like this before. It’s so incredibly red. Like red all over. I’ll look like a homing beacon in the middle of the gala. It’s the kind of dress that screams ‘look at me!’ and I’m the kind of girl who whispers ‘look the other way.’ I’m more of an introvert and even though I love to be the center of attention when I’m on stage and in character, in my real life, when I’m being myself, it’s a bit different. I’m more of a wallflower than a bright and shiny red rose.
“I can’t wear that.”
“Why not?!” Brooke says, looking disappointed. “You’re going to look like a knockout. With your brown hair, highlights, and that rack, you’re going to be the center of attention.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” I mutter.
“Well, you have to wear something and right now you look like you’re heading to your grandfather’s wake.”
I sigh as I take the dress from her. It is very beautiful and so soft. And I like the—$5,500!?! What the fuck?!
“Don’t worry about that,” Brooke quickly says as she yanks the price tag off.
I nearly have a heart attack. She can’t return it now…
“Try it on. Let’s see how you look.”
I suck it up and try the dress on. Someone paid $5,500 for it, the least I can do is slip it on.
“Wow,” Brooke says when she looks me up and down. “Julia Roberts has got nothing on you. If you starred in that flick, they’d have to retitle it to Pretty Fucking Hot Woman.”
I chuckle as I head into the other bedroom. Alyssa has a full-length mirror nailed behind the door.
“Whoa!” Alyssa says when I walk into the room. She lowers the magazine she’s reading on her bed and stares at me with a wide-open mouth. “Hot date?”
“Something like that,” I mutter. I still haven’t seen a picture of Brooke’s brother. I’m expecting a really nerdy business type who has milky white skin from never leaving the office. Who cares? It’s a thousand dollars, I remind myself. I would go out with Jeffery Dahmer if he was paying a thousand dollars to take me to dinner. I’d just make sure I was eating vegetarian.
“Wow,” I gasp when I pull the door closed and finally see myself. Carolina Herrera really killed it with this one. It’s an elegant, yet sexy evening gown with an open back and more cleavage than I’ve ever shown in my life. Luckily, I have the big rack to fill it up.
I turn from side to side, looking at my big hips from all angles. Normally, I find them too large, but in this dress, it looks like I have a Marilyn Monroesque hourglass figure. They look good. Even my ass looks presentable in this thing.
“What did I tell you?” Brooke asks when she creeps into the room. “Stunning.”
“Stunning,” I whisper to my reflection. I really didn’t know I could look like this. I look beautiful.
Suddenly the nerves are replaced by a bit of excitement.
“I also have some jewelry to lend you,” Brooke says as she reaches into her purse. “I brought you a necklace, but I don’t think you need it. We don’t want anything to distract from your huge tits.”
I feel my cheeks start to redden as Alyssa giggles from the bed.
“But these diamond earrings will look fabulous on you.”
I start to wonder just how much money Brooke’s family has as she hands me earrings with an excessive amount of diamonds on them. You need sunglasses to look at them without hurting your eyes.
I put them on and Brooke claps with a squeal. “Perfect! Now, let’s go into the bathroom and I’ll do your hair and make-up!”
She darts from the room and I let out a deep breath as I look at my nervous reflection in the mirror.
A thousand dollars, I repeat to myself over and over again. A thousand dollars.
I just wish I had the money and the night was already over.* * *As the limo pulls up, I wonder if I’m the only virgin escort on the planet.
That doesn’t even happen in rom coms. Even in Pretty Woman, it wasn’t Julia Roberts’ first time around the block.
I’m extremely nervous.
The limousine looks so long and shiny. I’ve never even been in a limo before.
