About me: small bit of black fabric that passed for a skirt.
Above that was a red top with thin straps that
barely held in her delicious breasts. I'd
never seen so much cleavage (outside of the
internet). Moving upward I saw that her make up
was carefully done, but also that she was staring
back at me, with an amused expression.
"You've never seen me all done up
before, have you?" she asked, traces of
seduction and humour mixing with her British
accent. It was then that I realised who she was,
one of my
