“Video? Of Lucas’s piercing?” Vincent laughed. “If I’m going to risk him murdering me for you to get a laugh, you’re going to need to do a little more than take a few little shocks.” I gaped at him in offense, about to protest his assessment of what he’d done to me as being a few little shocks, but he cut me off before I could. “Show Jason a good time, and I’ll consider it more seriously.”

I groaned, but he wasn’t going to budge. Still, I was willing to try to behave if it meant getting to see Lucas at his most vulnerable. Part of me didn’t even believe a man like that had any fears at all.

Vincent left me with a ravenous kiss, pressing me back against the door as his tongue dipped past my lips.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said. He’d promised to pick me up on Friday, even though I told him I could drive my mom’s car over. “Oh, and one more thing…”

He walked back to the car, returning with something in a black plastic bag. “I’ll take the rest of your new toys to the house, but you’ll need to be wearing this when I pick you up.”

“What is it?” I said cautiously.

“So suspicious.” He patted my cheek like I was a silly little thing, asking silly little questions. “Don’t worry. You’ll look sexy. Jason will lose his mind.”

The fact that he wouldn’t simply tell me it was lingerie was concerning. Almost as if it…wasn’t…lingerie. The moment his back was turned, I snuck a look in the bag, but all I could see was black lace fabric. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, then.

It was bad. Oh, God, it was so embarrassingly bad.

My reflection stared back at me from my bedroom mirror, my furious glare making me look even more ridiculous. I’d just gotten off work, and Vincent would be here to pick me up soon, so I’d put on the “uniform” he’d given me. After struggling for several minutes to squeeze it over my ass, I was now wearing a black frilly maid costume.

The dress barely covered me. Bending over slightly would show my panties. My tits were pushed up tightly together in the bodice. But it wasn’t just a tiny sexy dress, oh no. That wouldn’t have been mean enough.

There was also a collar with a silver bell. Every time I moved, it made a tiny tinkling sound.

But even that wasn’t all. Nope.

There were also ears. Fluffy black and white ears attached to a headband. When I put them on, nestled in my hair, it made me look like some kind of cat girl.

I snatched my phone off my bedside table and messaged the bastards responsible. What the hell is wrong with you?