Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Willa glanced at the door and then back at us. “I peeked in her bag. I saw a French maid outfit and a cheerleading uniform. And the only other things I could make out were a tiny plaid skirt and lace stockings, and a football jersey that didn’t look like it would fit a two-year-old girl!”
The door to the bedroom opened and Bree waltzed in, with Candace and Greer bringing up the rear. She dropped a bag onto Arabella’s bed, then clapped her hands and rubbed them together. A look of pure sinister glee came over her face.
Clearing her throat, Bree said, “Okay, ladies, Candace has claimed one of the outfits.” She dug into her bag and came out with a black and white getup. “She’s our French maid.”
Candace grabbed at the dress. “Oh, this is perfect!”
“Don’t forget your duster,” Bree said with a laugh as she handed her a stick that looked nothing like a duster.
“Wait, how did you know what sizes to get?” Arabella asked.
Brighton looked at her with a stunned expression.
Willa let out a bark of laughter. “Bree is the queen of fashion. She can look at you and immediately know your bust, hips, and shoe size, as well as what brand of highlighter you’re wearing.”
Bree rolled her eyes. “Please, Willa. I’m not good with shoe sizes. That’s my only downfall.” She pulled out another outfit and met Arabella’s gaze. “Okay, I have you down for the innocent school girl.”
Holding up a small white shirt and a very short pink-and-white plaid skirt, she handed them to Arabella, who studied the shirt, her eyes widening as she took in how small it was.
“Oh wait! These white thigh-highs go with that one.”
Bree handed the white stockings to Arabella. She held them up and then looked at me, incredulous. But there was a sparkle in her eyes I hadn’t seen in a very long time. I couldn’t help but giggle.
“Willa, this outfit is for you!”
We all leaned in to see what Bree had cooked up for the one person in the group with a bun in the oven.
When she handed it over, Willa’s eyes jerked up and she shot Bree a death stare. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I had to put my hand over my mouth when Willa held up a jersey that had the number 69 on it. Then she held up the tiniest pair of white shorts I’d ever seen. “What am I supposed to be? A pregnant football player?”
That had everyone busting out in laughter. Everyone except Bree.
“That’s exactly what you are. Besides, it looked like it would be the most comfortable outfit for you.”
“Girl, where did you order this stuff? I need the website,” Candace said as she kicked off her shoes. “I’m using your bathroom, Abby!”
I blinked at her a few times. “Um, okay. Are we changing into them now?”
Bree went back to looking in her bag. “Here’s my outfit! The naughty schoolgirl. It’s a white shirt that ties at the bottom of my boobs, kind of like yours, Arabella. Then I have a red-and-black plaid skirt with garter straps. Now, if I was wearing this for a man, I’d go sans panties—but I suggest we all wear panties tonight.”
“I want a garter belt.”
All eyes swung to Arabella.
Before anyone could say anything, Bree answered, “I’ve got you covered. I brought extra garter belts!”
“Of course she did,” Willa muttered. Bree shot her a dirty look over her shoulder.
“Where’s my outfit?” Greer asked.
Bree grinned wickedly. “You’re the naughty librarian!”
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw Greer grab the outfit and jump up in excitement. “Oh my God, it even comes with fake glasses!” The outfit was also red-and-black plaid and just as sexy as all the others.
Bree handed her black stockings and garters. “The garters attach to your skirt.”
“I love it!” Greer exclaimed.
“Now for the guest of honor’s outfit!” Bree clapped her hands in excitement.
“Oh God,” I whispered, as Bree pulled out a gold bra that barely looked like it would cover my nipples. Then she grabbed a mesh skirt and a bunch of gold jewelry-looking things.
“Your outfit has all kinds of fun accessories. Like this gold band that goes around your forehead. It came with wrist restraints, but you won’t be needing those tonight.”
She handed me the outfit, and I held up the bra. “Bree, is this even going to cover anything?”
With a laugh, she replied, “Yes, trust me, and it’s going to make your boobs look amazing. We may even have to take a picture and send it to Bishop, so he sees what he’s missing.”
Greer giggled while Candace walked back into Arabella’s room dressed in her one-piece French maid outfit. She even had on black high heels.
“Where did you get the heels?” Bree asked.
Candace rolled her eyes. “Please, like I would go anywhere without a pair of black pumps. A girl never knows when she’s going to need a sexy pair of heels.”