Her boyfriend's words echoed in her mind like a bottomless well. "You're boring as fuck Candice. You never want to do anything kinky or spontaneous."
I'll show him. I'm keeping my man.
She sat on the edge of her bed and slid her black thigh-highs up her long silky legs. She attached them to the straps of her black lace garter belt. Her skimpy thong and double "D" bra matched perfectly. She put on her tan designer trench coat and shiny black heels. Checking her reflection to see that her long blonde curls and generously applied make up were perfect, she decided she was ready to walk out the door.
"Come on its cold out here. Just buzz me in." She whined into the intercom.
"What's the magic word?" Bill loved to give Candice a hard time before letting her into his apartment building.
"Please."
"Nope."
"Bill, knock it off!"
"Fine, wimp!"
When she entered his spacious apartment over-looking a small lake she was mortified to see his three friends taking up his couch drinking beer and playing X-Box. They all greeted her between their competitive shit-talking.
"Hi you guys. Sweetie, I didn't know you had company."
"So?"
She stood, nervously wringing the strap to her jacket in her moist hands. "Take off your coat." Bill said.
"N-no. It's fine. I'm chilly."
"Bullshit the heater's on full-blast. Take it off, you look retarded."
"No really, I can't."
Annoyed, Bill walked up behind her, reached around her waist, and stripped her jacket off. She gasped and tried to cover herself with her arms.
"What the fuck is this all about!" he exclaimed. His friends paused their game and gawked at Candice. Bill laughed hysterically. "Is this supposed to be your big surprise? How clichΓ©."
She froze and stared at the floor.