Aaaalge-bra

"You're my best friend, Annie. I want you to be there for me. You have to come."
"I don't understand, why do you want me there ?!"
"He said he'll make a cheap whore out of me. He has the place picked out already and everything."
"He said that ?!"
"Yes he did... And... I want you to watch it happen. I want you to see me doing it. Nothing will ever be the same. I will never be the same."
"But I mean... aren't you affraid ?!"
"Yeah..."
"Where is it gonna be ?"
"Joe's Bar."
"That ancient dump ?!"
"The alley behind it, yeah."
"Wow."
"Yeah..."
"You've totally made up your mind and everything, huh. You're going."
"Yes ma'am!"
"Ok, Jess. I'll be there for you."

The girls fluttered together in slightly teary overexcitement for a second.

"What do we have to wear ?"
"High heels, short skirt and a slutty top. No bra, no panties. I'm going to pull a Beyonce, with my light blue shirt."
"Like that time she went to the mall with Jay Z and she had the shirt knotted under her tits but all buttons undone ?"
"That's it. Just you know, wear it normally getting out, then fix it on the way."
"Yeah... do I have to... you know ?"
"Um. He didn't say anything, I mean he doesn't even know you're coming. But... would you ?"
"Really ? No bra, no panties ?"
"Yeah. Totally."
"I've never even done that before."
"You have to. Actually... you know... that dress you have, the white one ?"
Annies eyes dilated in panic. "The one... the one with the snaps on the side ?!"
"That one, yeah."
"But... but... no fucking way, it's practically see-through."
"Yeah... please, Annie."
"What the hell, girl! Is he making you a whore or are you making me a whore ?!"
"He's making me a cheap whore, and... and I'm making you a cheap whore's best friend. You have to be! Please..."
"I can't get out of the house dressed like that."
"Oh, you don't have to. We'll change in the bathroom."
"Here ?"
"Yeah! We meet up before and do it. Make-up, too."
"Jesus, just like real whores do, huh!"
"Hell yeah! Just like... Hey. You got the guts for it ?"
"I think so..."
"No, I mean..."
"What."
"Right now!"
"What ?!"
"Take everything off. We'll snap some pics!"
"What if... what if anyone comes ?!"
"Who's gonna come."
"I don't know... anyone..."
"We just duck into a stall. Or..."
"Or not ?"
"I mean, it's the ladies', right ?"
"Damn straight."

The two best friends proceeded to peel off stich after stitch, getting ever hyper-er by the minute, clicking excitedly on their phones while giggling. It took them a while, but eventually...

"See you in Math tomorrow."
"Aaaalge-bra!"