I tried to manage my timing, following closely to what I've declared to Milla earlier. But I arrived home by a quarter past 8.00 pm. Darn it! Forget the shower, let's just dive into the closet. Visual of Milla's face in my mind slowly faded away as I putted on my new black V-neck dress with scalloped strap that I bought from Primark specifically just to impress Abs, fulfilling his fantasy seeing my cleavage popping out.

Make up? No need too much. A black liner and lip stain would do, that's it. I tamed my unruly short mane and peered at the cheap IKEA wall clock placed by the five chest dresser next to the bed, a quarter to 9.00 pm. Goddamn it!

Slipped into my pair of Doc Martens booties, I took out my phone from my Superdry windbreaker jacket pocket and acquired an Uber ride from its apps. The Uber ride arrived at my 2-storey flat in just a couple of minutes then we dashed off to Antwerp bar where Abs and his other male mates arrived.

I saw Abs and some usual faces I know from his friends list including James, Sid and some unfamiliar faces that I don't usually hang out with. I strode confidently into the bar towards them, unwrapped the scarf from my neck, pushed my jacket off my shoulder and pulled both of its sleeves away, freeing my arms.

Feeling partially anxious of my new appearance and partially poised, I was hoping for Abs' approval. And when he was the first to spot me, eyes glued in awe, astounded by what he saw, I shrieked triumphantly inside while marching in with contentment.

James turned around, noticing Abs' reaction and followed his gaze. He looked up at me and his jaw dropped in astonishment, "Woah, shit!"

The rest of his mates, turned to look at me with mixed reactions. Some were rather confused, some were baffled, various sounds radiated from the table; howling, whistling, chortling.

"So, what did I miss?" I asked, resting my arms on the back of an empty chair at the end of their table, pulling it out to sit.

"Oh, we're just getting started," Sid nodded at me with a devious grin. "So, tell me, ZJ. How much do you charge us all for an hour?" The other guys chimed in with howling and laughter, while Abs responded with a giggle.

"Haha! Funny!" I snorted, holding both my jacket and scarf tighter under my breast. "Leave your mocking elsewhere. Not up for it."

"No, we're dead curious. Do you do gangbang, or do you prefer threesome?" Jason Stuttart, one of our former dodgeball mates guffawed while the rest hollered. "Are they real or did you just stuff in your chest with your grandma's socks?"

"Great. Laugh all you want for all I care," I waved both my hands outwards. "I'm gonna get myself a Coke."

"You can have a coke, get high so we could take you in for a fuck or you could just have our cocks 'cause they taste better," Jason continued.

The roar of laughter grew louder, dirty jokes thrown at me one from various directions. I rolled my eyes at Abs seeking for his response to save the situation. All he gave was an indifferent look with a hint of embarrassment.

"Hey, shut your fuckin' gob!" I retorted in agitation but the laughter got worse. Abs smirked and shrugged in agreement. I casted an incredulous look at him.

"Best that you shut yours with James' 8-inch knob!" another guy next to Sid cackled.

I couldn't contain my temper, they spewed dehumanizing remarks at me, I was compared to a whore and Abs weren't helpful enough to address the situation. My body roiled with rage and I stood up abruptly and chucked the chair away. The verbal assaulting finally subsided as they sensed the bite in the air.

"Abs, a word in private, will ya?" I demanded, giving him the intense glare and cocked my head to the side. Then they hollered a few 'Ooos' and 'Abs you lucky bastard' at us. Abs wouldn't budge at first but conceded after I reached for his firm biceps and gave it a tight squeeze before I yanked him up.

I dragged him by the corner, away from the boisterous noise or the blaring music and look at him in dismay, "What the fuck was that?"

"What?" he snickered. "Bunch of guys having fun?"

"That wasn't fun, I was being objectivised! And you just gave them the approval! How dare you, you jerk!" I exploded, slapping my scarf on his chest a few times, harder in each whipping.

"Hey, beat it!" he nudged away and grabbed my wrist to stop. "You brought this on your own! I mean, just look at you right now? We've done several get-togethers before but today you decided to dress like a trollop and expect them to talk to you in modesty. Are you outa your fuckin' mind?"

I held back my tears in defeat. Abs was making a sensible argument. I was too eager to put myself in his list that I did it at a wrong time and place when the rest of fellas dressed in casual garb while I dressed like a slut.

"I admit those assholes are a bit carried away but I can't stop them, ZJ. You just made yourself a sex object for them to poke fun at," Abs continued, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, you are right," I concurred. "You said I look good in black dress, so I thought..."

"I did?" he snorted and scratched his head, eyeing me from top to bottom and fixed his gaze on my cleavage. "Perhaps I did. But, yeah, you look stunning though. Never know you had boobs."

"Come on, Abs. You don't need to push it." I chuckled in contentment, eyeing at the guys at the table. "I'll go back and change. Make sure they'll behave when I come back."