sexy back; being clad in a tight black corset with her 36c’s clinging two
inches beyond the bodice of the shiny fabric for dear life had not been in the
picture – well at least in the presence of a man! Not fifty other women strutting their perky behinds around
like they were born wearing five inch heels! The ruffled pink and black
hipsters hugging her ass were a clear indication that she was not in her
average everyday world anymore.
rapidly approached her, snatching the black rimmed glasses off her nose. Her
eyes darted from the mirror she stood in front of and looked for the nearest
of the black stilettos together and head back where it was safe – like buried
in research in her cramped office – with her glasses, without them she was
blind as a bat.
wanna-be fashion, gossip spread, she’d been employed by for the last year and
she had created her own version of the happy hooker and hybrid Victoria’s
woman perched to her side who was pinning a pleat. “Sorry.” Grace muttered, rolling her
eyes. She squinted, thankful that some
of that time spent in the gym was paying off at that moment. She felt her mouth
quirk upward. She looked kinda hot. From
the moment she’d hit thirty-three years-old, those hour long
turn-body-to-pretzel sessions were working it!
doing this again? Grace took a deep breath.