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totally do that.” Julia looked me up and down now. “I think you’d look pretty sexy, actually.”
    I pictured myself strapped in like a woman who’d been tied up in spandex like a happy and willing victim of bondage. I could see Julia’s point; it was sort of hot. But I didn’t think my first television appearance should really be as some sort of overweight exhibitionist. Surely I could leave that until the third episode at least.
    When the crowd had dispersed finally and the women had satisfied themselves, running growling to their corners with their spoils, I approached the racks. There were only a few dresses left, and I knew immediately which was intended for me. I don’t think it had even been touched. It was red, made of a stretchy sort of material and the top half was a sort of faux-wrap. The bottom half was looser and flowing, and actually I quite liked it.
    Julia chose one of two remaining dresses: a black number with an empire waist. It was very tasteful and elegant and would probably make her look like the classiest woman in the room, though the ladies showing the bulk of their breast flesh to the world would probably disagree with me on that.
    John, who had been standing by the door no doubt laughing to himself or terrified or both, walked again to the middle of the room now and got our attention. This time wasn’t so easy; he had to pry women’s eyes away from their fancy new frocks.
    “Ladies,” he said, and in a louder voice which almost amounted to an angry yell, “Ladies!” Finally girls stopped talking to their viscose atrocities and looked over at him.
    “You’ll be brought into various dressing rooms for hair and makeup. After that you’ll be taken in groups of eight to meet Craig. Enjoy the rest of the day, and I’ll see you at the house.”
    A couple of casually but stylishly dressed men came in and began calling out names, summoning us to have our faces spackled with television makeup. I got called in the second group and followed one young man in jeans that were so tight that they almost looked like leggings, accompanied by a couple of girls I hadn’t yet met.
    We walked out into the hallway and our guide brought us to a large dressing room whose walls were coated in mirrors and the round bulbs you expect to see in these places. I began to wish every room on earth had those light fixtures, since their glow seems brilliantly able to flatter any face.
    As I walked through the doorway a voice called, “Nikki!”
    I turned and looked down the hallway in both directions. Candidates were milling around, trying to get themselves organized. Emerging from the throng was Tristan, who was walking towards me. Surprisingly, the female competitors seemed to be ignoring the stunningly gorgeous man, probably because their minds were already turned towards the mysterious Craig. It’s amazing how the potential of a man-prize can put blinders on a girl.
    I smiled as Tristan came towards me. “Hi,” I said.
    “Hi there.” He stopped in front of me, grinning widely. “How are you doing?”
    “I’m okay. A little overwhelmed, to be honest,” I said quietly, leaning in to him. Oh my. I could smell him again. Nothing on earth could compete with his scent.
    “No doubt. It’s a circus, isn’t it?”
    “It’s more like a zoo with shoddily-assembled cages whose doors have broken and all the insane wildlife has escaped. I’d forgotten how much I hate women.”
    “Don’t think about them. They don’t matter, the screaming girls. You’re the only one who matters.” He put a hand on my shoulder again and squeezed gently. I felt a sensation, a flow of energy which began at the back of my neck and spread like fireworks throughout the farthest reaches of my anatomy, most of the heat settling into the very responsive area between my legs. Under my shirt, my nipples stood at attention, hard pink nubs notifying me and the rest of the universe that yes, I was turned on. I wondered sheepishly if I