Victoria.
I knocked on the door, my heart thudding like a drum solo at a bad high school talent show. When I heard a muffled "Come in," I cautiously stepped inside.
"You called, Lex?" I asked, trying to look calm but probably resembling a deer caught in headlights.
"Yes, Victoria," he replied, his voice as serious as a tax audit. On his desk lay something that looked like a cross between a wetsuit and a second skin—a latex bodysuit.
"We're changing things up tonight. This will be your outfit," he said, gesturing to the suit like it was a groundbreaking invention.
I picked it up, noting how it felt heavier than it should. "Great. Latex. Just what I’ve always dreamed of sweating in," I muttered under my breath.
In the dressing room, I wiggled into the suit, feeling like a sau
