She was wearing a small red bikini, one that looked great on the the models in the magazines, one she'd never wear in public, but her manager, Ken, had insisted on it. She thought of arguing on the subject but let it go, knowing that she would have to hear the same old lecture again. He'd say that she should be the same with the one she was in the media.
She glanced in the mirror again and blushed at the sight. Sure she had lost weight. Sure she had gotten a tan. But it took five years of starvation and hard labour in the gym to do justice to what she was wearing.
She quickly pulled on a summer dress over the skimpy garment. Ken had strictly ordered her to wear nothing but the bikini, but she wasn't stripping for anyone.
Even dressed, she still felt like a slut. The thing was too tight and when she walked, it wasn't exactly comfortable. She shuffled out of the hotel, cursing Ken and his bikini.
She couldn't wait to go home, to take it off and throw it away.
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