Three bouncing dots appeared almost instantly.

Too many things to count, Lucas replied. Or were you referring to something in particular?

You know exactly what I’m talking about. I’m not wearing cat ears.

As I waited for a response, I glanced at myself in the mirror again. The dress looked good from the back; I’d admit that. I looked ridiculous, but strangely cute? Maybe even sexy?

I think we need a visual reference, Manson wrote.

Yeah, Miss Kitty. I read the text in Vincent’s voice, thick with humor. Let’s see how you look.

Huffing in frustration, I wrote back, Ridiculous. I look completely ridiculous.

I pulled up my camera and looked at myself. Okay, it did look a little sexy. The dress was silly but flattering. Another text from Lucas popped up right as my finger hovered over the button to snap the photo.

Don’t make us come over there, girl. Picture. Now.

My stomach did that ridiculous twisty thing. I snapped a picture, then took a few more to be sure I got a good one.

I sent the photo, and Lucas responded, Fuck, I’m tempted to have another round with you myself.

You need a leash to go with that collar, Manson said.

And a few chores to keep you on your hands and knees, Vincent added.

Aw, too bad for you, I wrote. I’m only serving Jason today.

Time to get out of this dress and put on something normal before Vincent got here. No way was I going to risk someone seeing me publicly in this, even if it was only a short drive between our houses.

The dress was a bit too small for me, squeezing in all the right places. The tight fit meant that getting my arms out of the sleeves was nearly impossible without ripping the dress.

After a few minutes of increasingly desperate struggling, I picked up my phone and texted furiously. I’M STUCK IN THE DRESS, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? Then I quickly added, If you laugh at me, I’ll never speak to you again.

You’d better keep your mouth shut then, because that shit is hilarious, Vincent wrote. Damn him, damn all of them! I think you killed Manson. He can’t stop laughing.

I groaned. At least I could take off the ears and collar. The dress by itself wasn’t too bad. A little too much for a regular Friday, but whatever. My reputation around here was already far from sparkling clean. Considering there were videos online of me crawling on my hands and knees dressed like a sexy angel, I doubted someone getting a glimpse of me like this would do much damage.

I’m sure Jason will help you get the dress off, Vincent’s next text read. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.