Friends with Sexy Benefits 12

GRETEL

I sighed...

A bunch of ideas came into my mind just seeing my body the way it was. It took everything I had for me to ignore the whispers of lust and pull myself from the mirror to get dressed. Any bastard who would see my body the way I had just seen it wouldn't be able to resist the call of my sensuality. Yet there was one bastard I needed that didn't feel the same.

I got out a dark leather jacket I kept for special occasions like this one. I was in my bad bitch mode and I needed a bad bitch outfit to go with it. I struggled into ripped denim completing the look. There was no need for the shades inside here if not I would have added them.

I walked up to the mirror to inspect myself. Gretel, you're killing it. I smiled at the bad bitch starting back at me. I was fully dressed to release carnage and more. I squeezed the clothes I had just gotten out of into a separate compartment in my bag and tossed the cloak on the bed. There would still be the need for that bad boy soon.

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