Chapter two- The Slut Version

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Saturday,  2:25 pm

Tony dragged me into yet, another store. We've been at this stupid mall for what feels like forever! Did I mention I hate shopping? I mean we already four bags! 

One had a pair of six inch red high heels, another had some make-up and hair stuff, the greenish one had some shorts and tops, and the last one had jewelry in it.

"What are we gonna get in this store?," I whined while he pulled me ahead by my arm.

"You need a really hot dress."

Oh great, dresses my favorite! Hint the sarcasm. I don't understand why girls like them so much. They just make it hard to do stuff in. 

We walked over to the dress section, but it looked more like a slut section. Tony walked over to the rack while I stood there watching and complaining every now and then about how I was hungry and how my feet hurt.

After about ten minutes he turned around. "This is the one, and look the last one in your size," he handed me a black dress and pushed me into the fitting rooms.

I walked into the fitting room and put on the dress. I looked in the mirror at myself.

I might have been looking in the mirror, but the person looking back was the slut version of me. 

The dress was really short, so short that if I bent down, you could definitely see my underwear. It was pretty tight too, it pushed my boobs up so they were almost popping out.  The black made me look extra skinny, but  make my butt stand out.

I felt like I was about to go dance on a pole, not go to a party.

"Are you ever coming out of there Bay?" Tony shouted.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said while walking out for him to see.

I turned around and looked at him. He just nodded and smiled, "I told you it was perfect," he said while smiling. 

"You're only saying that because I look like a complete slut, totally your type," I said to him with a smirk.

"Hey! You better watch it Bays!"

"What? I'm just saying, I know your type and this is it," I said while motioning my hands up and down my body.

"Just because they dress like that doesn't mean they're not nice, young ladies!" 

"Yeah, okay Tony," I said while walking back into my fitting room to change back into normal clothes.

Once I changedback into my normal, non slutty clothes, Tony paid for my dress and we went to get something to eat.

Tony pulled into the diner we come to all the time. We walked over to our booth and sat down. 

"Was all of that stuff we got really necessary for tonight?" I said to him. He nodded, and looked over at the waitress coming over here checking her out.

"Hi, my name is Jessica, and I'll be your waitress today. Can I take your order?" she said while winking at Tony and making sure she bent down right in front of Tony's face so her boobs were hanging out. 

Of course, Tony got distracted. "Uh, I'll take a coke and a burger," he said while looking at her chest. 

She smiled then looked at me while rolling her eyes, "And for you?" 

"I'll take a sweet tea and a bacon cheese burger." I said while putting on my fakest smile ever.

She looked at me discusted and walked away, while Tony had his eyes locked on her ass.

I cleared my throat and he looked at me. I looked back at him disgusted.

"Gosh your such a pig Tony. Remind me why I'm friends with you again?" I asked him while smiling.

"Honestly I don't really know why, oh, yeah I do, it's because you love me," he said while winking.

"Oh shut up Tony." 

We got our drinks and food, and while that was going on Jessica and Tony we're none stop flirting. Which almost caused me to vomit, but I controlled myself.  We finished eating, and Tony went up to the register to pay.

"So I'll see you at the party tonight," she said to him with smiling.

"Yes you will, and I better get at least one dance."

"Of course." she said while Tony and I walked out to his car. 

"Already racking them up for tonight are you?" I said while buckling up.

"Well you know I always have to have my game on," he said while starting the car, "So where to? We got a few hours to kill."

"Just drive east, we'll eventually hit the beach." I said while sitting back, putting my sunglasses on, and letting the breeze run through my hair.

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