WEAK Part One

If anyone could raise three grand out of old underwear it was her.
"Okay." I said. "I'll go get some."
I watched their jaws drop but Clarissa recovered her composure in a heartbeat.
"Not just any." She said. "We need the ones you're wearing now."
Typical. Give the woman an inch…
"What difference does that make?" I said.
"All the difference in the world honey. If I'm going to personally vouch for these panties I need to know they're the real deal so that I can communicate that as compellingly as I can to my buyer. I need him to know that you were hot for this idea while you were in the underwear that will subsequently become his property. Believe me, it will make a difference. All the difference. Do you think these guys will pay thousands of dollars for a pair of drawers they can get in the department store for a few dollars? A guy who can afford this kind of turn on is no dope. He'll know if you were hot in these or not."
I was too tipsy and excited about two months of rent free living to smell the obvious bullshit.
"Okay." I sighed. "These ones are as good as any. Hold on, I'll get changed."
"Not so fast." Clarissa stopped me. Jean was still in shock that the Mother Superior, aka me, was going to go through with this.
"What is it now?" I said.
"You need to get hot in those shorts first."
I began to sober up. This game had gone far enough.