her down anymore.
***
By the time the girls made
it back to Amy’s house it was nearly seven. Amy quickly took a
shower and shaved every inch of her body from the shoulders down.
She wanted to make sure she had Christian’s undivided
attention.
After Amy climbed out of
the shower, Carrie dried and began working on Amy’s hair while she
worked on her makeup. Her sister was a pro with the curling iron,
so it only took twenty minutes to make her hair look immaculate.
Her shimmering golden locks fell in waves around her shoulders.
Deciding to go with the bad girl theme, Amy had lined her eyes with
black and applied black and silver to her eyelids to give her a
dramatic, smoky look.
She tugged the black
leather skirt over her hips. Both sides of the skirt were held
together with laces from hem to hip, giving it the feel of corset
laces. Because of how the skirt was exposing her sides, she wasn’t
been able to wear any panties. It was a notion that excited her
immensely. She could imagine Christian’s excitement when he found
out. She pulled on a black leather vest that had silver angel wings
on the back. The front was only fastened by three buttons and
revealed more cleavage than she thought possible. The last piece of
her outfit was a pair of knee-high black biker boots that hugged
her shapely legs nicely.
“ Damn, sis,” Carrie said
when Amy finally emerged from the bathroom. She gave a little twirl
and was rewarded by a low whistle.
“ Are you sure I look okay?”
she asked as she fidgeted with the laces and buttons. While
Christian had made her step outside of her comfort zone lately, she
almost felt as if it was too much.
“ Do you honestly think I
would let you out of this house looking busted?” Carrie asked
dubiously.
“ No, but you don’t think
it’s too much?” she asked. All of a sudden she was hit with a wave
of uncertainty.
“ He said it was a theme
right?”
Amy nodded.
“ Bikers?”
Again she
nodded.
“ Then you look hotter than
hell! Too bad I can’t go tonight to see that smug sonofabitch
Robert get what is coming to him.”
Amy had filled Carrie in
on everything and hadn’t been surprised in the least when her
sister had threatened violence on her ex.
Amy took a deep breath and
one last look before tucking her phone in the pocket of her vest.
“You sure you don’t care to drop me off?”
“ Not at all. It’s not like
you’ll be coming home tonight anyhow.”
“ You know you can come with
me,” Amy said.
Carrie shook her head.
“I’ve got an inspection at the salon tomorrow, and the husband
wants to spend quality time,” she said, making air
quotes.
“ Well, if you change your
mind.”
“ I’d much rather be with
you. Okay, let’s go, silly hoe,” she said as she playfully smacked
Amy across the backside.
Together the girls left
the house, arm in arm.
Christian scanned the
crowd from the corner of the room. It was packed, even though it
was only eight thirty. Amar was talking to him, but Christian
couldn’t stop looking for one face in particular—Amy’s.
“ Are you listening to a
word I’m saying?” Amar asked, his voice tight with
annoyance.
Christian looked at his
brother. “I’m sorry man. I’m just anxious.”
“ I know you are. She’ll be
here soon,” Amar said.
“ I know.”
“ Has Robert showed up
yet?”
Christian nodded. “He got
here about fifteen minutes ago. I’ve already told him to meet me in
the back at eight forty-five.”
“ Does Amy know what’s going
on?”
Christian took a pull from
the beer in his hand and scanned the leather-clad crowd once more.
“I was hoping to fill her in before the douchebag showed up, but
apparently she’s running a little late. She’s just going to have to
trust me.”
Amar nodded. “Everyone is
in place. Once Robert admits what’s been going on, the cops will
come in through the back and take care of the rest.”
“ And you made sure they
know to come in through the
***
By the time the girls made
it back to Amy’s house it was nearly seven. Amy quickly took a
shower and shaved every inch of her body from the shoulders down.
She wanted to make sure she had Christian’s undivided
attention.
After Amy climbed out of
the shower, Carrie dried and began working on Amy’s hair while she
worked on her makeup. Her sister was a pro with the curling iron,
so it only took twenty minutes to make her hair look immaculate.
Her shimmering golden locks fell in waves around her shoulders.
Deciding to go with the bad girl theme, Amy had lined her eyes with
black and applied black and silver to her eyelids to give her a
dramatic, smoky look.
She tugged the black
leather skirt over her hips. Both sides of the skirt were held
together with laces from hem to hip, giving it the feel of corset
laces. Because of how the skirt was exposing her sides, she wasn’t
been able to wear any panties. It was a notion that excited her
immensely. She could imagine Christian’s excitement when he found
out. She pulled on a black leather vest that had silver angel wings
on the back. The front was only fastened by three buttons and
revealed more cleavage than she thought possible. The last piece of
her outfit was a pair of knee-high black biker boots that hugged
her shapely legs nicely.
“ Damn, sis,” Carrie said
when Amy finally emerged from the bathroom. She gave a little twirl
and was rewarded by a low whistle.
“ Are you sure I look okay?”
she asked as she fidgeted with the laces and buttons. While
Christian had made her step outside of her comfort zone lately, she
almost felt as if it was too much.
“ Do you honestly think I
would let you out of this house looking busted?” Carrie asked
dubiously.
“ No, but you don’t think
it’s too much?” she asked. All of a sudden she was hit with a wave
of uncertainty.
“ He said it was a theme
right?”
Amy nodded.
“ Bikers?”
Again she
nodded.
“ Then you look hotter than
hell! Too bad I can’t go tonight to see that smug sonofabitch
Robert get what is coming to him.”
Amy had filled Carrie in
on everything and hadn’t been surprised in the least when her
sister had threatened violence on her ex.
Amy took a deep breath and
one last look before tucking her phone in the pocket of her vest.
“You sure you don’t care to drop me off?”
“ Not at all. It’s not like
you’ll be coming home tonight anyhow.”
“ You know you can come with
me,” Amy said.
Carrie shook her head.
“I’ve got an inspection at the salon tomorrow, and the husband
wants to spend quality time,” she said, making air
quotes.
“ Well, if you change your
mind.”
“ I’d much rather be with
you. Okay, let’s go, silly hoe,” she said as she playfully smacked
Amy across the backside.
Together the girls left
the house, arm in arm.
Christian scanned the
crowd from the corner of the room. It was packed, even though it
was only eight thirty. Amar was talking to him, but Christian
couldn’t stop looking for one face in particular—Amy’s.
“ Are you listening to a
word I’m saying?” Amar asked, his voice tight with
annoyance.
Christian looked at his
brother. “I’m sorry man. I’m just anxious.”
“ I know you are. She’ll be
here soon,” Amar said.
“ I know.”
“ Has Robert showed up
yet?”
Christian nodded. “He got
here about fifteen minutes ago. I’ve already told him to meet me in
the back at eight forty-five.”
“ Does Amy know what’s going
on?”
Christian took a pull from
the beer in his hand and scanned the leather-clad crowd once more.
“I was hoping to fill her in before the douchebag showed up, but
apparently she’s running a little late. She’s just going to have to
trust me.”
Amar nodded. “Everyone is
in place. Once Robert admits what’s been going on, the cops will
come in through the back and take care of the rest.”
“ And you made sure they
know to come in through the
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