Wife Me Bad Boy by Chance Carter

could have done all this.”
    “I see,” I said.
    I was confused. I didn’t know if I should have been upset or not. I felt deceived, but a part of me was excited about how I looked, and I had agreed to it.
    “So you’re not thinking of going to college?”
    “I already went,” she said, a professional smile on her face.
    I saw her differently now. She wasn’t the kind, innocent girl I’d thought she was. She was a trained professional, who’d tricked me into looking the way Rob wanted his date to look. It was a betrayal. She was making light of it, but the whole thing had been a total and complete deception.
    “I guess I’ll have to be more careful what I believe when I’m around here,” I said.
    “Let’s get you dressed, cutie,” Cassie said. “You can’t go out naked.”
    I felt a slight shudder as she called me cutie, as if it wasn’t just a casual remark, but something designed to put me into a certain role.
    “My clothes are right out there.”
    “No they aren’t. I sent them down to your car already. Rob wanted you dressed in a certain way.”
    “What?”
    “Look, I’m just doing my job. If you don’t like it you can go home and wash it all off. It’s just makeup.”
    I looked around the room. My clothes were gone. I sighed. It would be easier to let her dress me than to make a scene. If this was what Rob wanted for his date, he could have it. At least he might be able to get a hard one when he saw me this time.
    “First, we have body sculpting underwear,” Cassie said.
    I put on a bra that was padded in the cups with flesh colored latex. Cassie pulled the straps from behind me and it pushed up my breasts and squeezed them together, creating far more cleavage than I ordinarily had. There was actually a lot more padding in the cups than I’d realized, and when I saw the effect, it was almost as if I’d had a major boob job. It hurt a little, but there was no denying the effectiveness of the harness.
    “What do you think?” Cassie said, taking a step back to admire her handiwork.
    “Does it matter what I think?”
    She smiled. “Now you’re getting it, cutie pie. Listen, if you want to get on with hotshots like Rob, you’re going to have to play their game. They like their girls ditzy, like bimbos. It’s not about what you think, or what you say, it’s about how you say it.”
    “And how do they want me to speak?”
    “The way I speak, sweetie,” she said, her voice taking on an exaggerated sweetness.
    “I see.”
    “You’ll get it.”
    “What if I don’t want to get it?” I said.
    “Listen, Lacey. I’m trying to be your friend here. This is just one night. Just a date. Nothing untoward is going to happen. You’re just going to have the chance to be one of the girls that you always see on the arms of these guys.”
    “Have you been that girl?”
    “Of course. You don’t get ahead in this world without playing the game.”
    “Do you even have a daughter?” I said.
    Cassie paused for a moment before answering. “That part was true,” she said. “And I quickly learned that if I was ever going to have the kind of guy I wanted, I’d have to up my game.”
    “So you’re married now?”
    “Not exactly,” she said. “But I live in a forty-grand a month condo with my daughter, I drive the most expensive Audi you can buy, and I’ve been to parties in fifteen countries so far this year.”
    “Sounds very glamorous.”
    “Come on, put on these panties.”
    I slipped into an expensive pair of crotchless panties. Easy access to my pussy for Doctor Crawford, if he decided he wanted it. The dress that Cassie laid out for me looked like an ordinary black dress, but as I put it on, I realized it was carefully padded in certain locations that accentuated my ass and thighs. It squeezed in my waist, and then further expanded my already ample bosoms. It had the effect of making me look twenty pounds skinnier, while at the same time giving me bigger boobs and a bigger ass. If