Fired!

I glance at Karen's painted breasts in surprise. "Feel it for yourself," she says invitingly. "That's the thinnest and flimsiest material there is for underwear."

"I know about bodypaint," I reply, matter-of-factly. "So you're into all kinds of paint, huh?"

"I actually wanted to be an artist, but I have not yet built the reputation to start earning. This job's the closest I could get."

"I'm into sketching too. I'd like to see your paintings sometime."

"Sure, why not." She unzips her overalls further. "Then maybe we could paint and sketch each other."

I glance at the set of overalls painted on her skin. "They sure look like the real thing, but only a bit too form-fitting. Sure you'll just dress in that?"

"Want to bet on it?" She asks challengingly.

Should I agree to a bet?