Devoured
I glanced in the mirror one last time, fluffed my hair, smoothed my dress, and pouted my lips then I was out the door. I was wearing a very low cut, flowy, black dress that went all the way to the floor and had a tight bustier that fit my bosom like a glove. I looked good! My hair cascaded in medium ringlets down my back and bounced seductively as I flounced out of the door and across the street to my car. My black strappy heels clicked across the pavement, and then I unlocked the door and...