Chapter Fifteen “HE ACTUALLY TOLD you to wear that?” Aimee gave her an incredulous look. “The last time he told you to get dressed, it was in a nicer, more conservative outfit. He really wants you to go out looking like some kind of street walker?” Karla looked down at her outfit: a short skirt, which barely covered the cup of her ass cheeks, high heels, which raised her ass, and a flimsy red top that revealed quite a bit of her cleavage, almost her full breasts if she bent over just right. Aimee was right. It didn’t make sense. “This is what he asked me to be dressed in when he got here.” Karla shrugged. “It’s like I always say. Men are crazy.” “And kinky by the look of it. When is he picking you up?” A knock came at the door. “Now?” Karla said. Walking over to the door, she opened i