It was from Rocko. "How is your homework coming?" it said.

Sue texted back: "I look hot. I got wolf-whistled at by construction worker. Saw car rear-ended because drive was checking me out. Kinda fun dressing sexy, but my feet kill"

A moment later, she got another text. "Take selfie, text me what you are wearing."

Sighing, Sue decided to follow through. Rocko was going to help her earn money, and considering how hot she looked, maybe he would let her work the lucrative weekend gigs even if she didn't blow him. Worth a shot anyway.

She saw a nearby lingerie store and walked in to use the mirrors to take a selfie, figuring that Rocko would want to see her shoes, too, and her arm wasn't long enough to take a selfie that encompassed her whole body. She walked into a dressing room, took a picture of herself in the mirror, and sent it off to Rocko. She couldn't help but pose as she took the picture, thrusting her chest out and bending forward a bit to emphasize her tits. Rocko was sure to be impressed.

She waited in the changing room for his reply. Although Sue didn't want to admit it, she was really anticipating the response. Having dressed so trampily, she had been a bit cold walking around outside and her feet killed. But to reason to dress like she was was to get praise from guys, so as the day progressed she found herself enjoying the praise more and more. She'd never tell Rocko (much less any of her old friends, who would be shocked to see her now), but after the wolf whistle she had turned her head and smiled at the guy. Then she deliberately strutted away, knowing the guy was following her ass sway like a cat in front of a grandfather clock. Once she turned the corner, she had to stop and regroup for a second, as she was starting to feel too turned on and didn't want to get her underwear wet.

Just then Rocko texted back. "Not bad, but still probs: 1) Show more tit. Emphasize them. Wear a push-up bra. 2) Visible panty line. Get a thong! Text me back when you are done, and I'll tell you if you are okay or not."

Sue angrily put her phone back in her purse. Was this her life going forward? Having to obey crass remarks like show more tit? Was she just a Barbie Doll who was being dressed by some strip club owner, who had the right to okay her outfit?

Sighing, Sue's anger faded. This wasn't Rocko's fault. She went to him for a job, and he was just trying to make her some more money. She should practice looking the part. She didn't have to be on the job 24/7, after all. Once she had practice enough for the day, she decided, she would head home and put on sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt and just vedge out at home. Prove that she didn't always have to live her life as a stripper. But that would be tonight when she was off duty. For now, she should listen to Rocko and get more practice.

Resolved, Sue stepped out of  the dressing room and asked the salesgirl where the push-up bras and thongs were. The salesgirl gladly helped her, and Sue found herself buying way too many of each, enough to last a whole week. She didn't really have the money for it yet, as Rocko was not fronting her anything. Oh well, more credit card debt but that would be paid off soon enough with the extra money she would make.

Sue texted another selfie to Rocko, who immediately texted back.