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"You know you want to," Angela said. The call suddenly fell silent, as if it was purposefully muted somehow. "Hello?" The brunette uttered, but was cut off by Kate's request. Angela boiled with anger. How could the blonde ask her to behave like a normal human being? She was the one who was crazy. There wasn't much the brunette could do other than keep her mouth shut, if she wanted this to happen. She sighed when she heard Kate's other request—lingerie and a coat? Angela assumed that it was supposed to somehow humiliate her, but it sounded kind of sexy. Perhaps there was a bit more depth and class to Kate than she normally let on. "Um, okay." Angela said, but the call had already ended.
The doors to Angela's wardrobe slid open with a violent thrust. "Lingerie," Angela sighed. She pondered for a moment about a set she had acquired not too long ago. It was a bra and thong accompanied by a garter belt and stockings. It was black with a slightly transparent mesh. There was even a tiny, pink ribbon between the cups of the bra, as well as on the front of the garter belt. "Fuck this," Angela thought. She wasn't about to go outside and travel all the way to Kate's in only this and a coat. But in that moment, the memory of the experience with the girl earlier this morning instantly changed Angela's mind. "Never mind," Angela said.
Later, Angela was finally ready to head out. She had even spruced herself with cosmetics—red lips and dusky eyes. Her hair was tucked backwards in a tight ponytail. Angela had called a taxi for this little adventure. She definitely wasn't going to ask her parents to drive her, nor was she about to ride the bus with a bunch of strangers. A taxi was her best bet for some privacy. Luckily, the driver didn't seem to care much about her appearance. Sure, she had elegant makeup painted on her face, but the coat didn't reveal much of interest. Angela spoke the address she had received by text and off they went. The ride took about ten or fifteen minutes. When they finally arrived, Angela paid the man what was owed in addition to a small tip.
Angela was rather nervous at this point. She felt vulnerable. That was probably what Kate wanted her to feel. The brunette told herself that being dismissed at the blonde's doorstep was most likely the plan all along, but whatever. She was intent on at least giving this erotic adventure a shot. Angela trotted forward to the front door, in her six inch pumps, and hit the doorbell. She was rather confused as to what she was supposed to be doing when Kate answered the door. Was she supposed to stand in some sexy pose? No, they only did that in the movies. 'Eh, whatever,' she thought. What if someone else answered the door? 'Okay, don't think about that,' she told herself. 'Just chill, Angela.'
The doors to Angela's wardrobe slid open with a violent thrust. "Lingerie," Angela sighed. She pondered for a moment about a set she had acquired not too long ago. It was a bra and thong accompanied by a garter belt and stockings. It was black with a slightly transparent mesh. There was even a tiny, pink ribbon between the cups of the bra, as well as on the front of the garter belt. "Fuck this," Angela thought. She wasn't about to go outside and travel all the way to Kate's in only this and a coat. But in that moment, the memory of the experience with the girl earlier this morning instantly changed Angela's mind. "Never mind," Angela said.
Later, Angela was finally ready to head out. She had even spruced herself with cosmetics—red lips and dusky eyes. Her hair was tucked backwards in a tight ponytail. Angela had called a taxi for this little adventure. She definitely wasn't going to ask her parents to drive her, nor was she about to ride the bus with a bunch of strangers. A taxi was her best bet for some privacy. Luckily, the driver didn't seem to care much about her appearance. Sure, she had elegant makeup painted on her face, but the coat didn't reveal much of interest. Angela spoke the address she had received by text and off they went. The ride took about ten or fifteen minutes. When they finally arrived, Angela paid the man what was owed in addition to a small tip.
Angela was rather nervous at this point. She felt vulnerable. That was probably what Kate wanted her to feel. The brunette told herself that being dismissed at the blonde's doorstep was most likely the plan all along, but whatever. She was intent on at least giving this erotic adventure a shot. Angela trotted forward to the front door, in her six inch pumps, and hit the doorbell. She was rather confused as to what she was supposed to be doing when Kate answered the door. Was she supposed to stand in some sexy pose? No, they only did that in the movies. 'Eh, whatever,' she thought. What if someone else answered the door? 'Okay, don't think about that,' she told herself. 'Just chill, Angela.'