Page 95 of Ready to Cash Out

“I’ve got all three of those, so I should be good.” Trev tugged on the sleeves of his sweater.

“You okay?”

“Just getting hot.” Trev shrugged. “I’m more of a crop top and booty shorts kinda girl, you know what I mean?”

“Ohhh, I sure do.” Rowena grinned and grabbed her glass. She reached for Trev’s hand, waving at Roger. “You! Grab the pitcher.”

“What do I look like, a waiter?” Roger grumbled.

“Right now you do!” Rowena breezed by Mickey, leading Trev back upstairs.

“Where are we going?” Trev laughed.

“My room!” Rowena turned at the top of the stairs. “Okay, well, technically it’s my old room since I live with Dario, but whatever. I still visit and have a few clothes here.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. Let’s see if we can find a lil’ something something that’s more your style.” Rowena dragged him into a large bedroom that looked like a clothing store had exploded.

There were clothes all over the furniture, some in piles on the floor, and the open closet was completely overflowing. The only area of the room that seemed to be free of clothing was the bed.

No, wait, that’s where the shoes were, dozens of boxes peeking out from underneath.

“A few clothes?” Trev scoffed. “Really?”

“Oh, pfft, this is nothing.” Rowena laughed as she headed to the closet. “You should see what I have at my place with Dario.” She thumbed through the racks. “Okay. Let’s see.”

Trev dodged a flying shirt and then another. “Whoa! Hey! What are you doing?”

“Picking out stuff that might fit you! I’ve got tons of halter tops, midriff shirts, camis, all that. The only issue is gonna be bottoms.”

“What’s wrong with bottoms?” Trev joked.

“Not a damn thing!” Rowena laughed. “Except your bottom might be bigger than mine, okay?”

Trev thought about the jeans he’d been gifted. “Got a pair of scissors?”

“Not gonna stab anybody with them, are you?”

“How about you just tell us what you need cut?” Roger snorted. “Trying to make some shorts?”

“Yeah,” Trev replied. “Got some jeans in my room I wanna cut up.”

“How short?” Roger mused. “Date, clubbing, or prostate exam?”

“How about first date?”

“Do you want to fuck on the first date?”

“Definitely DTF.”

Roger grinned. “I got you.”

“Seriously?” Mickey rolled his eyes. “You’re a tailor now?”

“Fuck you!” Roger sang cheerfully as he walked away.

After Roger was gone, Trev focused on going through the offerings from Rowena. Some of the halter tops were tie-on and would definitely fit, and even some of the camis seemed possible if he didn’t want to breathe. She did have some oversized crop top T-shirts and Trev took those too.

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