"Look, you broads can compare notes later," interrupted Jon with a savage snarl. "Shut up, Kelly and let me put this stuff on her before I have the boss crawling down my neck."

Mrs. Agard just giggled at this rudeness and Lynn fell silent, still wondering why it was necessary to keep perspiration from showing on the parts of the body which could never possibly be seen on television. Jon quickly penciled a little color into Lynn's face and instructed her on the way in which he wanted her to wear her hair. Then he presented her with another tube of body make-up, threw a small mysterious bag on the table, and departed without further explanation!

"What's this?" asked Lynn innocently, picking up the bag and wondering if it were intended for her, frankly happy that the irascible make-up man had finally left them in peace.

"Your costume's in there," explained Kelly in an offhanded manner. "Put it on now and we'll see if they have to make any last minute adjustments. Millie, the girl who got sick, wasn't as big in the tits as you are, and we might have to let something out somewhere."

Thunderstruck, Lynn opened the bag and dumped the contents on the table. Her costume consisted of two pieces, made mostly of rhinestones and designed to cover just the nipples over her breasts and the hair-covered triangle of her pubic zone. Everything else showed! Lynn took one horrified look at the outfit and quickly finished her drink.

"Kelly! I can't… I mean I couldn't possibly…" she began to stammer unhappily, but the older woman cut her off with a gay laugh and poured the two of them their third drink of the evening. Feeling the desperate need to get control of her nerves, Lynn gratefully accepted the offering and swallowed half of it in one quick gulp.

"No problem, baby," Kelly assured her, now sounding a little drunk, "it's really no worse than a bathing suit, is it? Come on, this is the twentieth century, and anyway, you're going to be a hell of a lot better dressed than I will."