Episode 33: Honky Tonk

Holler Pointe, Pennsylvania. Exactly 52 miles from the Needy family home.

“Fiddle Stix?”

Margo Needy read the glowing neon sign above the scenic country bar out in the middle of nowhere. “How have I not heard of this place? Darryl would take me out to all the local clubs within a 100-mile radius. Not once have I heard of Fiddle Stix.” Awestruck she unhooked her seatbelt and hovered over those residing in the front seats of Brian Hancock’s truck. Her ass high in her exploration out the front windshield she was felt up by her one of five studly master’s Heath Talbot. Fine by her!

“Been here a long time my dad says. Kind of a hidden gem behind the moonshine still.” Brian Hancock chuckled, “You wanted to go dancing. Well, this is where you cut the rug as my mom used to put it.” Solemn suddenly he realized that this bar was during better times, his parents now divorced.

“Or munches on a rug.” Heath laughed while fingering Margo’s pussy from behind. She merely wiggled her ass and went so far as to gyrate backwards so that his fingers sank deeper. Mom was right at home on Mount Knuckles. Gnashing her teeth she whispered into Gwen Bishop’s ear, chin on the girl’s shoulder, “I’m so glad you joined us Gwen. The boys rave about you.”

“I bet they do.” The blond giggled, Margo’s breath tickling her neck as if a lingering fly. “I’ve heard a lot about you too, Mrs. Needy.”

“Margo or mom, I’m good with either.”

“MOM!” All of the boys rallied laughing. Due to Gwen accompanying them, the group agreed to control their urges to make Margo refer to them as master. Too much too soon might freak Brian’s stepsister out. As if having her upper thighs rubbed by both of her stepbrothers at the same time shouldn’t. Ironically, she found it soothing.

Margo looks back to the other boys with her, having rode in the backseat of Brian’s truck as she had when they took her son to the airport well over a month ago. Eric, Cabot, and Heath sat as they had before, only this time rather dressed up. Brian’s brother Jeffrey dominated the front seat along with Brian and their stepsister Gwen. Still rubbing the blonde’s soft sexy legs to a serious set of goosebumps. Hard nipples too! Complimenting her boob job now perfectly healed.

Sharing the laps in back was Cabot’s stunning date Maria Salazar. She was snickering at Heath fingering Margo as she cuddled with Cabot. Cabot scowled at his own version of too much too soon swatting Heath until he removed his fingers. Eric Crowe the centerpiece just shook his head as Heath moved his arm across his chest to bring drenched fingers over to wipe them on Cabot’s cheek when he was distracted by Maria.

“Dammit, Talbot!” Cabot began to wipe his cheek but found resistance. Maria swooped in and licked the wet marks on his cheek then kissed her man. Cabot immediately lost interest in his torment. Thing is Heath having seen her lick up Margo’s juices puckered and zeroed in on the couple’s smooching lips teasing further dampness. Sensing his fingertips Maria severed her kiss with a smirk and licked Heath’s fingertips, sucking them dry. Cabot a bit jealous over his girl doing this to his buddy shot a glare toward Eric. Eric stayed out of it.

“Better her than you or me.” Eric mumbled.

“Why didn’t you invite Kimberly Lisa?” Cabot had forgotten to ask Eric earlier.

“Had her scheduled to work. She’s barely 18, I don’t want to take her into a redneck bar, even if they would let her in. Besides, I’m still not sure I want to date her, she’s too good of friends with my sister Lily.”

“I get it.” Cabot nodded then found it in him to pull Heath’s fingers back from Maria’s lips. “That’s enough Honey.”

“Suckle!” Heath grinned and tried on his best hillbilly twang, “What? Honeysuckle! She likes Margo’s taste.” Maria did indeed, her first sample. Now that she and Cabot were getting closer, so were she and Margo. The problem existed though; how invested Cabot really was in any real relationship. Maria was not getting her hopes up, she was happy just to spend any time with her dashing Restaurant Waiter. At least she had Cabot’s grandmother on her side.

“You’re a dumbass Talbot.” Eric scowled.

“Speaking of ass.” Heath lifted Margo’s skirt and bit her ass cheek. She yelped making Gwen wince and feign going deaf. An apology led Brian Hancock to yell toward the back.

“That’s enough horseplay young man. Do I need to stop this truck and bite her other cheek?” Gwen in awe of his suggestion slapped his arm. While dealing with the super-hot parrot on her shoulder, and her dashing driver, to her right her other equally handsome stepbrother Jeff spent time rubbing her leg, a little too high up on her thigh at that. Fingertips were barely grazing her bikini area a little too frequently. His thoughts were bitching out her choice in booty shorts.

Wearing tight denim shorts that rode aggressively high on her hips at least he couldn’t slide too far up under them, she just knew that was his intention. Did she swat him away? No! It made her wonder what she had gotten herself into though. This was all so strange to her to have fallen for Brian so quickly, not even breaking up with her current beau, just making excuses until she decided exactly what and who she wanted. It wasn’t going to be easy explaining to their parents if she did choose Brian, if he even truly wanted a relationship. He was just so rogue it was impossible to know. Jeff getting handsy was not helping, she had always had major crushes on both boys growing up. Jeff being older was more appealing, but Brian was way cuter. Toss up!

“You park Mister!” Margo pinched Brian’s earlobe giving him the willies. “Momma needs to dance.” Her ass would not stop bouncing about as if dancing already, Heath referring this style as the Lapbada. Momma Needy was fired up, it had been far too long since she had gone public in party mode. She loved dancing, her late husband Darryl often taking her out for one form of dancing or another, be it ballroom, disco, or stripping to the oldies. 80’s metal that is. Country music was good enough this time around, it just meant hunky cowboys with big fat lariats. “Rope me, grope me, Boys.” Her thoughts unspoken.

Finding a dark spot along the back of the gravel lot Brian shut his truck off and winked at his brother. Gwen, seeing it narrowed her eyes, “Why are you winking at Jeff? Do I want to know?”

“Maybe later.” He chuckled, “When I give you, my redneck. Oh, wait! I guess it’s my purple neck.”

“Who says I’m putting out tonight? Someone has to be the designated driver.” Gwen laughs. Not that she felt ready to drive such a monster truck.

“We’re all drivin’ baby.” Heath bellowed to further chuckles. “All over the backroads.” Margo hurling herself back into his lap kissed him just to shut him up. Master went quiet until Cabot cleared his throat.

“We going in there or what?”

Heath went in alone, fingers back in action. Margo whimpered into his mouth and palmed his face to let him know she approved. Cabot shaking his head patted Maria’s leg, “I need to stretch, my legs are taking a siesta.”

“I will rub the circulation back into this leg.” Maria giggled and massaged his tented crotch of his blue jeans. Eric between both couples rolled his eyes.

“GOTTA PISS LIKE A RACEHORSE.” That broke up the loveherds.

Even in the front seat Brian was making out with Gwen while Jeff kissed her shoulder and neck. “Fuck, I should have brought Lisa. ODD MAN, WANTS OUT MOTHERFUCKERS!” Ending the passion parley everyone crawled down from the truck and stretched. While it wasn’t a long trip here it was still cramped. Stepping ten feet behind the truck Eric whipped his dick out and urinated, back arched to enjoy his sigh of relief. Having an erection, it wasn’t easy.

Taking Heath by his hand Margo took control, tonight her night off as promised. She demanded her freedom to enjoy life for a mere few hours but swore that her attentions would center on the boys. Cabot being with Maria and the Latina goddess knowing what Margo was like appeared unconcerned one way or the other. Gwen however, had only heard about Margo, being the baby of the ladies’ things were kept from her to a small degree. Knowing Margo’s reputation however nothing would be a shocker.

Tonight, Gwen was here more to show off her own new purchases, namely her finally healed breasts after a sizable upgrade. There for Brian yes, but she wanted eyes on her pries. Meaning, to see if other men would pry eye contacts away from their own dates to check her out instead. Maybe the club should have been called The Pry Bar.

Gathering to follow Margo and Heath the group made it to the front door. Just inside a burly bouncer with a Stetson and a gorgeous handlebar moustache met them for an ID check. No one under 19 in the posse they were allowed entry. The band on stage was right out of Nashville in their minds. Singing Brad Paisley’s song, No I in Beer, it was appropriate seeing as only Margo, Maria, and Jeff were old enough to drink. Bouncing about in her short bright red dress Margo drug Heath onto the dance floor against his wishes. Bitch slapped! He would get even tomorrow.

Maria and Cabot followed them out and enjoyed themselves. Jeff leaning toward the idea of grabbing a beer parted ways with his brother and Gwen. Eric Crowe tried his hand at dancing in step with two left Crowe’s feet. He had zero dancing skills.

Brian held Gwen from behind and just swayed to the music, enjoying his more relaxed behavior since they had gotten closer. He used to be a royal prick but now he appeared happy. She felt their connection, but the family thing still ate at her soul. Her mom just would not understand. Bruno her stepdad would have nothing to say about it considering he had been inappropriate toward Gwen herself just a week ago. She wasn’t mad at him, it wasn’t like he tried raping her, only jerking off and she somewhat encouraging him. Maybe she was no better than the Hancock Boys. It was fun. Brian fucking her in her own bed with her sisters lying to each side of them not so much. Greedy cunts!

As one upbeat song ended, the band moved into softer pastures, namely Got What I Want by Jason Aldean. Being rather romantic Margo swarmed Heath’s neckline and spent the entire song just staring into his eyes. Talbot felt that connection, his hands however slid straight down to her ass, her silky red dress so soft that it was as if he was holding her bare bottom. It might as well have been, it was tragically form-fitting, her entire backside was open clear down to her crack for a well-tanned uninterrupted terrain of zero tan lines. Between the upper garment and the skirts hem was only 9 inches, not a whole lot to hide. His hands squeezing her cheeks the skirt rose higher so guys on the dance floor could catch a glimpse. While yes, they were loving their everyday ladies, it was just too tempting to spy on those golden curves. Hard to miss!

Cabot and Maria were less risqué, Cabot actually behaving himself even though Maria was wearing one of Margo’s next to nothing dresses. With her dress being white it had a see-through vibe going on even in the dank atmosphere of the dimly lit club, her natural tan assisting in its revelations. Cleavage dropping well below her chest with no bra in existence it offered Cabot a sweet view as they danced forehead to forehead, his eyes peering straight down into the canyon. Maria while not in Margo’s league shape wise was certainly not resorting to No Comprende. Her curves were just a little more substantial in her back yard. Subtle hints of her own cheeks drifted in and out of sight with the skirt hugging tightly.

At the bar waiting in line Jeff surveyed the possibilities. As packed as the Honky Tonk was the female ratio was pretty even with the guys, which meant most were taken, guys stealing up on their gals as if threatened by the competition. “Damn! Looks like the cattle drives in town. The fellas around here are saying steer clear. At least I have Gwen to keep me entertained as long as Bri doesn’t hog all the glory. I mean come on; she has two of everything so why not two of us? Two tits, two holes, three if you count her mouth. Two ass cheeks, two legs, two arms and hands...” He was running out of examples in his amusement. “Might as well have two dicks in her favor too.” His idea, not Brian’s.

In the line moving up to the bar Jeff noticed at least one possibility. Squinting at a girl with long silky black hair and a petite figure, roughly 5’5 in height from the back, slightly obstructed by a guy that didn’t seem to be with her he puckered, “What do we have here? No cowgirl hat on, tight ass jeans, partial shoulders poppin’ from her blouse.” He leers around the man in front of him for a slicker look, “No boots, all heels. Maybe there’s at least one non redneck in the place.” As the line progressed the girl reached the bar and ordered a single drink. “Buying her own it looks like. Might have struck pay dirt Hancock.”

The male bartender bringing her a cocktail drink with a colorful base Jeff surmised, “Classy even.” After paying for her cocktail the girl turned to venture back out into the crowd. In passing Jeffrey, he finally got a good look at her face. “Whoa! Korean, maybe.” The girl was beyond gorgeous. By stepping next to him they made eye contact, Jeff tried his best not to appear egotistical but with his Henry Cavill looks it was hard not to seem cocky. He led with a warm smile which caught her eye briefly and was returned with a hint of bashfulness. Afraid of missing his chance he pointed at her drink. “Mind if I ask what you’re drinking? That’s looking awful exotic.”

“We fit together.” She grins and sips her drink, “It’s a Bahama Mama, but where I come from, we call it a Seoul Survivor.”

“Seoul? Korea?” He found himself entranced with the girl, almost losing his place in line just to talk to her. Lingering, she stepped in line with him to keep his place going forward.

“Yes! My family moved here from Seoul, South Korea recently. I think you might be the only one in the club that knows where Seoul is.”

“Could be! It is funny if you ask these cowboys where Seoul is the first thing, they look at is the bottom of their boot.” That made her giggle. “I’m Jeff.” A casual handshake offered. She merely lowered her gaze and offered, “Yon!”

“Am I that boring?” He winked.

“Y-O-N!” She spelled out her name, “You are quite funny.”

“Sometimes! Are you here with friends?”

“Alone! My family would disown me if they knew I was here.”

“Living dangerously?”

“You have no idea.” She laughed, “My parents are very strict. I am an only child, learning the culture here on my own. They think I went to an evening class. I go to college nearby.”

“Skipping school! Now we have something in common.” They moved up in line, the girl following shocked him. “I used to skip school all the time.”

“College now?”

“No. I just hold a 9 to 5 job.”

“What kind of job if I may I ask?” He knew that was coming. Being a Sewage Department worker just wasn’t that glamorous. He hated lying to her, but no way was he going to let on that he dealt with shit.

“I cut trees with my dad and brother. That’s my younger brother Brian over there.” He had to point just as Brian squeezed Gwen’s tit. “Sorry about my bro. He gets...”

“Handy? Is this what you Americans refer to as a Handy Man?”

“Something like that.” He chuckled. “Let me grab my beer I’d love to talk some more.” His turn at the bar meant dealing with a bartender. Once he ordered, paid, and received his bottle of Bud he turned back to discover Yon gone. “Well, fuck!” Looking all over he didn’t see her. “Like a ninja! Even if that’s Japan.” His heart sank. “Story of my life. Gwen some lose some.” His ego was back. “Where did you go Yonder?” Good question.

Back on the dance floor the song had switched again, this time to a tune a bit more lively. Brad Paisley’s song Camouflage got the crowd bustling for the dance floor. In seconds Heath and Margo were swarmed by Cowpokes whooping and hollering, their girls singing along with the song and feigning as if hiding from their suiters. It was funny. It did give their search party freedom to check out Margo without looking too obvious.

Margo in her own unique methods turned her back to Heath and pressed up against him, her hands over her head to toy with his scalp. Hugging up close to him she attempted to be his attire. He was all up on her front, his hands fluttering along her rib cage and up under her dancing breasts. Fake tits or not her surgeon had made certain they were alive and perky at all times. Nipples stabbing through her red dress drew in a fair share of roving eyes. Cowboys and cowgirls alike enjoyed her second skin routine while still maintaining a good bodily rhythm with the song. It led to other women into being copycats.

Seeing more and more ladies stealing their thunder Heath upped his game just to see how badass their men really were. While most of the women were in jeans rather than dresses it made no real difference. With Margo’s dress free flowing at the sides due to larger arm openings Heath slid his hands underneath the fabric and showed her tits off by lifting their undersides. Pointing one finger on each hand straight up beneath her nipples it was like saying, “They’re right here fellas.” As if guys needed any compass needle.

Following his bravado many ladies found their men mimicking Heath’s actions as best they could. Mostly on the outside of their shirts rather than beneath, but the idea was definitely going places. Women were swooning at being fondled in front of others. In Heath’s mind it just proved the whole world was teaming with sluts, devious dudes too. More the merrier!

“Look at you.” Heath spoke into Margo’s ear, her long brown hair tickling his face as he approached. “You’ve got the ladies all worked up in this place.”

“And you, Sir have coaxed the male population into manning up. I dare you to show them how it’s really done.”

“Meaning?” He squinted, his concealed dick rubbing between the crease of her cheeks as she glued her body to his.

“Look at their eyes Heath, the men envy you, the women envy me.”

“Come on, most of these cowboys look like they could lift a tractor for breakfast. If they don’t have muscle, they don’t have fat either. Is that a farm boy thing?”

“Maybe!” She giggles, “Why do you think the ladies chase after them?”

“True! I’d love to milk a few of these Bessie’s.” He laughed. “Look at Megan Fox over there, that bitch is built.”

“Better than mwah?” She sneered at him playfully.

“Not even close Gadot!” The boys had often compared her to the actress Gal Gadot, mixed with a hint of Sophie Turner. Even Brian Hancock joked about Margo being the Mother of Hard Ons rather than dragons, keeping in the Game of Thrones motif, only because Sophie was in the show. They had the thrones, all she had to do was sit on them. Dragons, draggin’! Same concept!

“I like the way you worship me Heath.” She smirks just as the band wound down on Paisley and dove right into Toby Keith’s How Do You Like Me Now? while not headstrong it seemed fitting, the band even noticing Margo’s effect on the couples. The lead singer motioning to his guitarists to keep an eye on Margo and Heath made for silent whistles.

Taking Margo’s dare Heath removed his hands and extended his muscular arms out in front of him as if reaching out to the women eying them. Margo clung to him as tightly as she had the last song and had her hands straight up in the air at first swaying to the tune. Not one couple left the dance floor, it was as if they sensed that this was going to get good. Give them what they wanted Heath always said. Margo seemed to recall her late husband Darryl saying the same thing.

Recalling his arms, Heath clutched Margo’s breasts on the outside of her dress this time. It being a button down to the waist gave Heath plenty to work with. As the song progressed Heath tenderly unbuttoned one button every thirty seconds without looking at anyone other than Margo, his lips nuzzling her neck. The gents out there took his cue and dared to tease their ladies just as he was doing. Some studs got away with it and some plaid shirts were opening wide to express a healthy trail of cleavages, some braless, others burdened but willing. Maybe Heath was a true master, everyone was following the leader.

During the course of the song and his unbuttoning of Margo’s dress clean down to her belly button jewelry Heath stopped one button shy of as far as it went. Hands rising to her shoulders he squeezed them before taking the next logical step by guiding her thin straps to the curvature of her upper arms. Keeping the dress from falling he definitely showed off Margo’s topside yet kept that air of mystery by concealing her nipples. Close but no cigar! Not even a cigarette!

Guys tried to keep up with Heath’s shenanigans but most of them faced modesty in small favors. The ladies enjoyed being flaunted and feeling sexy but too far spooked them, fearing the possibility of getting kicked out of the bar. The bouncers were circulating but strangely they found Margo too hot to cool down. It certainly appeared that they were lapsing in their jobs until it became necessary to intervene. It’s a fact that guys love a good show.

Songs merging the band wanted to keep things hopping so barged right into Honky Tonk Badonkadonk by Trace Adkins. Being much more rambunctious only fueled the heat index of the club. Even Cabot and Maria who had been dancing then cooling off after the last song eyed Heath and Margo. Eric Crowe easing up to Cabot shared his worry that they might go too far. A scowl between best buds closed that argument fast, of course, they were going to go too far, this was Margo Needy and Heath Talbot.

Maria’s respect of Margo’s zest for life was growing the more she viewed the landlady’s youthful sex drive. While never being able to keep up with the woman, Maria did see how much Cabot was lured magnetically toward Margo for her sexy antics. Lessons would be learned; Maria knew she had to keep Cabot’s interest. She was all alone here in the states, and he was very special to her heart. In time!

“Bouncers are vulturing us.” Heath noticed and spoke his brief concern toward Margo’s fever dance, she was so into her sensuality that she really hadn’t stressed over anything but her desires. Hearing him over the song she tilted her gaze toward the bouncers from side-to-side and wagged her fingers at them saying, “No, no, no!” Shockingly the men chuckled and looked to one another for advice. Eyes drawn back to her the bouncers now discovered an alliance brewing. Six other women on the dance floor were mimicking Margo, casting their own finger wags as their votes to let it ride. The support was there most definitely.

“You see that shit?” Eric asked Cabot, “Margo’s telling the bouncers to back off and the dance floor is becoming her backup band.”

“You know how persuasive she can be.” Again, Maria was quenching her thirst for knowledge, Margo was the most incredible persona she had ever seen.

“And there’s mom’s tits.” Eric saw Heath guide Margo’s unbuttoned dress wide and let the ladies out to play. “We’re so getting kicked out.”

“Don’t be so sure. Like I said, Margo can be a force to be reckoned with.” Cabot drooled, Maria flaring her eyes at his lust and Margo’s reveal. “She generally gets her way.” Maria could not just stand and watch this any longer. Taking Cabot’s hand, she tugged him back out onto the dance floor leaving Eric to seek out Brian and Gwen to continue his awe.

On the floor Maria went into some serious theatrics of her own, all up on Cabot as Margo was doing to Heath. Taking Cabot’s hands, she led his palms around her to her own buttoned up dress. Calling back to him Maria insisted, “Release me Cabot. I wish to be free.” He knew it wasn’t as negative as it sounded, she was too persistent. Chuckling he just went with it and unbuttoned Maria down below her cleavage until her own belly button was winking at the onlookers. Margo enjoying the company of her new next-door neighbor blew the girl a kiss for confidence.

Maria’s additional steam sent three other women into strip me mode, their cowboys more than happy to show off their filly’s. Bouncers although edgy let it happen, reason being they all had minor crushes on two of those cowgirls now sharing perfect tits to the world. This included the Megan Fox lookalike, a girl by the name of Trudy Burke. She was all up on her man, facing him and jumping up to let him lift her into his hips. Hat in hand she was all in on the rodeo circuit. Whooping loudly Trudy unbuttoned her entire shirt and let it wave like a cape when draping her upper body back toward the crowd. Her man being 6’8, 320, all muscle, held his prize with ease. The range was definitely worth exploring. Wild, Wild Waist!

Song winding down the energy was just too intense to slow it up. The band quickly burst into their rendition of Charlie Daniels, The Devil Went Down to Georgia. Fiddle in the singer’s hands wailing up a storm of erotic viewpoint. The ladies howled and ventured further into uncharted territory. They took the dare to see who truly was the best there had ever been. Margo and Maria reached out for one another, fingers entwining and locked in. Heath nudging Margo directly into Maria, their bare breasts mashed together, and the girls found themselves face-to-face laughing. In that brief instant Margo kissed Maria. It was on!

Heath admiring their lip lock nodded at Cabot to follow his lead. Shrugging with amusement they guided the women’s dresses down off their shoulders and to their elbows. Topless to join Trudy’s head start.

“FUCK YEAH!” Brian noticed the strippers on the dance floor. Gwen nursing her coke bulged her eyes, she hadn’t noticed until Eric had prompted Brian to look. Tits were flopping everywhere, and nobody was getting into trouble for it. Brian yelling, “TAKE IT ALL OFF!” concerned her. She knew her stepbrother’s reputation, but this was showing his true colors. As if reading her mind Brian pivoted to face Gwen. “I mean you.”

“WHAT?” Gwen found her drink taken away and passed to Eric. Picking up petite little Gwen he carried her squealing out onto the dance floor. Marching her straight over to Margo and Maria’s bonding moment he lowered Gwen to her feet and turned her back to his chest. Before she could resist, she found her shirt lifted up to expose her perfect new tits to the world. Beet red she laughed and told herself that she came here for this exact reason, to see guys check them out. At least Brian was being helpful.

Songs changing one after another the heat was meant to get hotter. Garth Brooks Longneck Bottle rising to toast the party goers. Sweat wringing, both the gals and the guys were getting glossy where it counted, making the visuals even better. Bouncers knew they were breaking protocol but the owner was off the premises at the moment so they let it ride, wondering just how far these crazy bitches were going to go.

Trudy Burke had her lover lower her to the ground and she patted his cheek to let him know she was going to take a stroll. Hat back on she strutted her stuff whipping her plaid shirt off and swinging it over her head, marching about and rallying the troops. Six other women caved to her catty drive; their dates coaxed into joining the topless two step. Heath and Cabot noting the steamy environment puckered to one another and decided to take a huge risk. With Margo and Maria’s dresses to their waists as it were, the boys just yanked the dresses down to their feet and made them step out of them. Nudity was in the house. Every longneck bottle was held high. SING IT GIRTH! GARTH!!

Eric, now joined by a lonely Jeff Hancock, still reeling from his earlier loss of the Korean beauty Yon, tried to enjoy the excursion on the floor but just couldn’t. While his back was toward the distant bar, Jeff suddenly felt a set of nails trail down his back. Shocked by it, he at first looked at Eric thinking he was fucking with him. Eric nodded to look behind Jeff, sending him into a spin. Jaw dropping, he rediscovered his lost ninja warrior. Her eyes were amazing but nervous, yet certainly interested.

“There you are.” Jeff brightened up, “I thought you took off on me.”

“I did! I apologize.” She cringed slightly, “My parents called while you were at the bar. I had to answer it but I could not let them hear the music playing or they would know I was not in classes. I ran to my car where it was quiet.”

“Glad you came back.” He then realized something. Lowering his eyes to her body he offered a loud exhale, “You had a change of clothes in your car.”

“I did. I wanted to wear this when I came here but I chickened out. I was afraid it was too much, too little.” Her black dress was micro short, and her cleavage was popping. Definitely no bra, panties to be determined. Whistling under his breath he nodded with respect.