The Bet

25) Getting Pretty

Camila called mear hours after we parted.

I sipped on my remaining milkshake while accepting the call. "Hi!"

"Hey, Angel. Remember what I said about getting a good night's rest before training tomorrow morning?"

I frowned in confusion as I sipped. "Mhm?" She hasn't changed her mind about sparring, has she?

Shoot, brain freeze.

"Right well, what do you say instead of that we go to my club and have some fun?" The mischief in her voice is blaring through the phone. "We can just move training to the afternoon."

I shook off the brain freeze. That's way more exciting than canceling training.

"You're going to bring me to your club?!" I hopped out of bed at the sound of it.

She chuckled at my giddiness. "Yes, Pretty Girl. Some of my friends will be there. I want you to meet them."

  My excitement faltered.

  We're meeting friends? We're at meeting friends level? I don't even know what we are, and she's at meetings friends level?

  What does that mean? How is she going to introduce me? How am I going to introduce her?

  Oh wait, I won't need to introduce her. She owns the place and probably knows everyone.

  But still! Are we labeling this? Is it an unspoken label? Has she already put a label on it and just not told me? Are we f-buddies? Are we friends with benefits? Are we Domme and Sub? Are we girlfri —

  "Samira?"

  Oh. . . My government name.

  "Yes?" I whispered, realizing just how long I had gone silent.

  She giggled. "Don't overthink it. We can talk about it later. For now, pick out something cute to wear and I'll give you a call when I'm on my way to pick you up."

  "Okay, but —"

  Beep beep beep.

  I frowned at the 'call ended' screen.

  I'm starting to think this is going to be a thing with her. She calls, says what she needs to, then hangs up.

I guess I can appreciate the efficiency.

Efficiency aside, it's time to pick out an outfit that'll impress her!

I practically leapt over my bed to get to my closet. I threw the door open and went straight to the back left, where I keep my more. . . Adult friendly outfits.

  I bit my lip when I got to a bright purple strappy top and skirt set that I've never actually gotten to wear out. I thought about pulling it out, but untimely passed it by.

  That is not a first time meeting friends outfit.

  A smile immediately found it's way back on my face when I saw the little black dress hanging right behind it.

  This is much more appropriate. Less loud and attention drawing, but still very cute and acceptable for a BDSM club.

  I grabbed the thing and immediately threw it on to make sure I wouldn't suddenly hate it. After getting everything settled, I looked in the mirror and smiled.

  Perfect, I don't hate it. I actually quite like it.

  Posing in the mirror, I appreciated the simple black slip dress that has exposed underwire and lace detailing that makes what little I have to work with in the boob department look good. The way it falls just above mid thigh also makes my legs look a mile long, which is a look I've come to appreciate.