Taylor stood naked in front of a full-length mirror. Okay baby, she told herself, time to get ready for a walk on the wild side.
From the bottom up, easy as she goes.
First, she pulled on a red lace thong. There, that’s a good start. Then she pulled up torn fishnet stockings over her long skinny legs. Now, the leopard print miniskirt. Not too high, though, don’t want to cover any of the pretty butterfly tramp stamp on the back side. Or the safety pins dangling down from her belly button piercings. Those dangling safety pins offset the snake tattoos on her forearms quite nicely.
Next, she squeezed into tiny tiger print bikini top stretching tight across her cleavage, leaving enough to show a sizeable portion of the spider web tattoos around her nipples matching the spider webs on her upper arm.
Time for a cigarette and a shot of tequila. Time to take stock. She pulled the leopard skin skirt a little lower to the very top of her pubis, freshly shaved. She pushed her cleavage up as far as it would go.
Time to attack the face now. Pink blush, easy on the blending. Pink shadow on the lids, purple below the brows, smoky gray at the crease, wings just outside the eyes. Light grease pen for dramatic eyebrows. Heavy black mascara. Sprinkle a little glitter around the edges of her eyes. Finally, dark blood red lipstick to match her fingernails.
Taylor took a step back from the mirror to get the full effect. She teased and fluffed up her jet-black shoulder-length shag, then pulled on her red cowgirl boots. Perfect! We’re ready to go, girl!
Twenty minutes later, she pulled her pink ’98 Camaro into a parking space and made a last-minute check in the rearview.
Joleen got out of the Camaro and strode purposefully toward the entrance, swinging her hips. Never know what kind of bad boy you’re gonna pick up at Wal-Mart.
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