Monk stood in her panties, glasses, and nothing else starring at her closet trying to find the perfect outfit for the day. Seeing certain accessories she wanted to use she slipped them on. Suspenders, gloves, belt, blonde wig, bowler, a bowtie and heels. Perfect. Now all she needed was a dress...
Quickly glancing into the mirror she turned back to her closet. Suddenly she froze. Spinning slowly on her heel she looked into the mirror again. Something was so right, so perfect about it. Who cares if she was basically naked? It's not like it was anything new. Although usually she wore a bra and stockings as well. Shrugging she walked over to her desk. Opening the center drawer she pulled out the double stick tape she normally used for posters. Walking back over to the mirror she began strategically placing it under the suspenders. Two pieces were enough she decided. Smiling she spun around to make sure nothing was out of place.
Grabbing her bag she stopped by Dawgie-B's room to let him know she was going out. Her first date since last year's Prom. Raelinn made her way quickly to the parking garage. Slipping into her truck Isaabel she checked her wig quickly making sure not a single hair was out of place. Satisfied she revved up the engine and drove to the resteraunt.
Getting out of her vehicle she made her way inside.
"I have reservations for two. Under the name Monk." The host blushed a bit checking the list.
"You're just in time, ma'am. We've almost filled up." She glared at the back of his head as he led her to a booth. Who's he calling ma'am?
"Your waiter will be with you shortly." "No he will not. He will wait until my guest arrives." The host blushed again and stammered,
"Y-y-yes, m-aa-ma'am." "Stop calling me ma'am." "Yes, ma'am, lady, miss, sir." The host rushed away blushing fiercely.
Rolling her eyes Monk tapped her black painted fingernails on the table. She was an impatient sort and her date was late. She'd begun contemplating his "suicide" when she heard a voice whisper
"Hiya." behind her. Turning she smiled.
"Take a seat, darling." The man nodded slipping into the booth across from her. The waiter was close behind giving them both menus.
"Could I get your drinks?" She contemplated the drink sections quickly.
"I'd like a Pepsi please." "Fruitpunch for me." She watched the waiter walk away waiting until she could no longer see his back. Turning to her date she gave her most brilliant smile.
"So, Timmy, you come Chuck E. Cheese often?"
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