Shelby said to her friend looking in the mirror. Cassidy had talked her into buying the dress but she had not expected she would ever wear it. She had to admit it was very sexy on and she had never felt this good in a dress before. Cassidy had taken her to a new lingerie boutique that had recently opened there called Eve’s Lace and she had gotten some of the most risqué underwear she had ever seen. Shelby was used to her six pack of Fruit of the Loom’s, size 7. They had always done just fine but the ones she had on now were black Silkscreen-printed stretch tulle shorts embellished with tiny Swarovski pearls and glitter polka dots. The decoration created a sensual tattoo effect on the skin. She could not wear a bra because her emerald green dress had a low-cut V neck that came down to stop just at the bottom of her breast bone. The dress stopped at her knee and had long sleeves. Cassidy had taken her to her salon and after three hours of being plucked, coiffed, curled, and dyed, she had left with new contact; money could get you anything.
