Fair Trade

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Fair Trade

        The next day, I woke up in a hotel room to hear the shower running, a low humming coming from the bathroom. 

        We arrived early this morning and I had no idea what we were waiting for. Zoey said that we were near the right place but she has to do something before she's completely sure that they didn't move what she was looking for. I was still kept in the dark about the subject of our mission. 

        I sat up in the bed and stretched my arms when the shower suddenly turned off. The sun was setting and I could see the scarlet sinking below the horizon. The bathroom door opened and Zoey stepped out with a towel wrapped around her torso. 

       "Oh good. I thought I heard you get up. Go take a shower and come back out. Quickly," she rushed when I just looked at her. I rolled my eyes and stood up, walking to the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and turned on the warm water before stepping in. 

       The water ran through my hair and down my skin, soothing me. I washed and rinsed my hair with the rosy smelling shampoo and used the milk and honey soap. At least they smelled good. I finished cleaning up and patted my hair dry with the towel before coming back out. 

       "Here. Hurry up and put this on," came Zoey's voice. Something was thrown at me before I could brace for it and it smacked me in the face but I caught it. 

        I held up the fabric and my eyes widened. 

       "There is no way in heaven or hell I'm putting this on," I said, astonished. Zoey stopped fixing her hair and turned an impatient expression my way. 

        "It's necessary for the beginning of our mission tonight. You have to look and act the part, or we could fail. And if we fail, sweet little Melanie will have to watch as I burn her father and then throw the matches her way so she can scream in pain as I watch her burn alive," she threatened darkly. 

        I tightly clenched my hand into a fist around the lingerie in my hand. I saw my vision turn blood red but I restrained myself and suppressed the urge to try and rip her throat out. I had no chance against a vampire alone. 

       I huffed and slid the black bikini bottom styled underwear over my tanned legs and fastened the bedazzled black and revealing bra thing. I think it was called a boustier but I wasn't completely sure. 

       "Where did you even get this anyways," I asked her. 

       "I went out earlier and bought them while you were asleep. I think it's the right size," she said as she applied mascara to her annoyingly thick and long eyelashes. 

       "Explain to me why we need to look like sluts again," I asked rhetorically. She sent me a sly smile and put on some blood red lipstick that matched her outfit. 

       "Like I said, it's necessary. Now put this on too," she said, handing me a see through dress. I put it on, grateful that it was at least a little more coverage. 

        It was black, like the underwear, with a plunging neckline, showing off all my blessed assets, not to mention that it was skin tight. It showed my back too, all the way down to my waist. 

        She handed me a pair of platform stilettos too and I reluctantly put them on and waited while she "prettied me up." She put makeup on my face, did my hair, and helped me stand up and practice walking in the super high heels for the next few minutes. Then, I was wordlessly following her out of the door and to the car. 

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