Re: Dress Shop
She, on the other hand, did not slink, but moved with the easy grace of a woman sure of herself and afraid of nothing. And stopped at the entry way to watch her go, like a well oiled piston made of sexual fantasy and leather.
Muscle memory. Inherent to the body, not the person. Interesting. The corner of her mouth crooked up as she followed her inside, leaving the door swinging open behind her. Some privacy, but not complete. She didn't think they'd need it. "Hold on." Instead, grinning, she grabbed onto the edges of the seat and pulled it forward, with her seated companion atop it. Such strength, it was a shame she couldn't make use of it at home, in their true bodies.