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Fashion Show

A few short hours, and lots of drinks later, we were all leaving Paradiso and heading back to the house Playboy put us up in. We invited the boys to stay with us until we left, so we could spend all our time with them. "Ash, we should start sorting through the line to figure out what you're gonna bring tomorrow." Alex said to me, while we were in the kitchen. Vikki and Max were answering the door for the pizza that they had ordered for all of us, and Alex was coming downstairs, still sober, planning everything out for tomorrow.

"Fashion show! Fashion show!" Vikki started chanting. "It's the only way to figure out what will look photo shoot-ready. I vote fashion show." Tim grinned, sitting back on the couch, taking a mouthful of pizza. "Of course you do, pervert." I chuckled, throwing a pillow at him from the other side of the couch. 

"No, really! That's such a good idea. We'll be able to pick out what should be modeled tomorrow!" Alex said. "I'll go grab our rack of pieces." Alex ran back up the stairs. "Great." I mumbled, laughing. 

After Alex rolled out our rack of outfit options we had packed, we immediately voted 'no' on the ones we didn't think were 'playboy-worthy'. "Okay, so they have some pieces for you already, and we are allowed to feature some of our own. So I think we narrowed it down enough for your stylists to help us decide tomorrow." Alex said, looking through what we still kept hanging.

"I don't know, I think we need them modeled so we can really get the full effect." Tim grinned at me, as I smiled but furrowed my brows back at him. Growing up, Tim was always flirty and always admitted to having an innocent little crush on me, or finding me attractive, but I always brushed it off. He is my best friend. I never saw him as anything more, because I never wanted to ruin our friendship. Why had my feelings suddenly changed?

Suddenly, I got excited to hear his little flirty comments and was finding him attractive, rather than just 'Tim my best friend'. What was getting into me? Was it the long distance? Was is not seeing him for a while, making me realize how sexual Tim actually was? Ash, stop it.

"I've worn most of these, if not all of them, and know what I do and don't like." I pointed out, trying to get out of not only modeling these for my closest friends, but also to break whatever tension was building in the room. "Well, what if they look better on the rack?" Vikki joked at me. "Impossible." Tim said, side eyeing Vikki, and everyone laughed. 

"Well, you guys are gonna have to just use your imaginations." I joked, picking up the pile of outfits we voted no on. They all groaned jokingly. "No!" Vikki said. "Unfair!" Alex said. "Hey! I thought you were on my side?" I joked with Alex, who just laughed. "What if we don't want to?" Tim joked. "Well, then you're just gonna have to wait until the issue is released." I shot back, since he thought he was so slick. 

"One outfit, please! We'll all put one on!" Vikki suggested, jumping up and down. "Alright, fine." I gave in, tapping into my liquid courage. We all had had a lot to drink and weren't sober, aside from Alex. These were my closest friends, who had all seen me in lingerie in photos before, and bikinis, so what was the difference?

Alex had put on my baby pink lace corset with garters, Vikki had chosen my white one piece that was completely see through, because she was completely shameless, and almost everyone in our friend group had already seen her naked. I put on my red bra and panty set with the waist strap that connected to garters and thigh high stockings. 

We all left the bathroom, modeling the pieces for Max and Tim, and I guess, each other. We were drunk, and it seemed so much fun to us. "Definitely a good decision to try these on." Max said, feeling up on his girl. "Yeah, but I could have done without seeing my sister in lingerie." Tim joked, and we all laughed. 

"You have to wear that tomorrow, Ash. Your boobies! Your ass! Those thick thighs. It was like this set was made for you." Vikki started pointing my body parts out, and I reached over on the rack and grabbed a silk red robe to cover up my exposed body. "Because it was." I said, making everyone laugh. It was my line, after all. I had kind of designed it for myself.