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I squirmed in my seat on the bed. “I don’t know…”
I wasn’t ashamed of my body, and I didn’t have issues with nudity, but this dress was provocative. It told a story I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with, and it would garner attention I wasn’t sure I wanted. I might flaunt my body around Nicu to taunt him, but I was still an introvert. I admired women who could grab the notice of every man in their vicinity but having guys I didn’t know gawking at me wasn’t my thing.
“Listen up, you need to represent me and Jenny here, and this dress is the best way of getting that done,” she insisted. “Am I right, Jenny?”
Jenny piped up, “That dress is savage, Jewel. Don’t you dare wear anything else. Try it on, for God’s sake!”
With a defeated sigh, I dragged myself up. It was this or wallowing in self-pity over my dad all night, and I’d done that enough times to know it was worth it to fight my own introverted tendencies and go out there to get my mind off my troubles. Jenny gave me the bottle for another gulp of liquid courage. I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pajama shorts to the ground, snatching the dress from Suzie with a little growl that she answered with a pleased giggle.
Stepping into the dress, I shimmied it up and over my thighs and hips, struggling with the thin straps of the bodice. I wrangled my arms through them and tucked my breasts inside, although there was still a fair chance they’d spill out.
“Are you sure this is a size eight?” I asked suspiciously. “Because I can tell you these are definitely not C cups.”
“Yes, yes, it’s an eight. Sheesh, you’re so difficult,” Suzie trilled, with a waving motion of her hands that said keep going.
I adjusted the dress this way and that until it fit comfortably. Smoothing my hands down the front, I shimmied a little bit.
“It does feel nice,” I admitted begrudgingly. I didn’t often wear such tight-fitting clothes, but I had to admit that it fit like a glove.
Clapping her hands with glee, Suzie said, “You look fantastic!” She handed me the bottle for another chug. “Go look at yourself in the mirror in the bathroom if you don’t believe me.”
Returning the bottle after another taste, I went into the hallway. My RA whistled as she passed me in the corridor, singsonging, “Hot mama.”
Shaking my head at her, I stepped into the bathroom, turned toward the mirror, and paused. My mouth parted slightly.
Jenny came in right behind me, lifting my hair, and said, “Wait till I get my curling iron on this and put some smoky-eye makeup on you.”
I tilted my head to the side, checking myself out critically. Hmm…not bad, if I say so myself. What looked godawful hanging from Suzie’s hand, looked pretty good on. She was right; it was a perfect fit. The cutouts, which I had always thought looked cheesy on dresses, served to accentuate my curves by showing a little skin. They weren’t hugely large, and with the sweetheart cut and the hem ending just above my knees, I looked sexy, but…classy.
“I could live with this for one night,” I conceded.
“Michael Kors can do no wrong when it comes to knowing how to design dresses for women, I tell you,” Jenny replied. “You’re going to shine tonight, and why shouldn’t you every once in a while, Jewel?”
I supposed she had a point. When I went out with them, which admittedly wasn’t often, I tended to dress like a supporting actress to a headliner. It was easy since they reveled in the limelight. But they were good eggs, and they wanted me to be the shiny, glittery one for once. They wanted to support me. It would be rude not to get behind that.
“Alright, for tonight, I’ll take center stage,” I agreed.
“Good. Stay right there. I’ll be back with my makeup case and hair stuff.”
“Okay, let me put some panties on, and I’ll meet you back here.”
She placed a hand on my forearm. “Oh, no, bitch. No panties tonight. First, you don’t want to ruin the dress with panty lines. Second, you have no idea how freeing it is not to wear undies. It gives you a touch of naughtiness that can’t be faked.”
My eyes widened. Whether it was the alcohol making its way through my system, the revealing dress, or that I wasn’t wearing panties, I did feel unbelievably sexy tonight. I needed this right now, I reminded myself. Now, if I could only shed the niggling sense of Nicu’s disapproval, I might manage to let loose and forget about that wretched denied parole for a night.
