Sándor’s, and Clara’s, where it soaked her jeans. The smell was different. Each smelled inhuman in their own way, Clara’s like some kind of ric... meal, while Sándor’s smelled almost like alcohol. Subtle smells a human nose wouldn’t pick up on, but to a Kindred, blood was life. Given another few hundred years, maybe he’d be able to smell the difference between human blood with different diets. Maybe he’d be one of those elders who insisted on feeding on kine of specific age groups, sexes, blood. "Don't worry Christy, I wish that even though you get embarrassed whenpeople ogle you or give you stares because of your breasts, it will alsoturn you on. In fact, from now on embarrassment of any kind will also makeyou feel sexually aroused."Larry made another wish, and suddenly slutty tan lines appeared on herbronze skin, so that the a triangle of white skin appeared around eachnipple, as if she'd been wearing a tiny bikini top whenever she tanned.She started to speed up faster, working his. I suggested she try on a size smaller ... she understood why.She came out, with the snaps causing her bust line to be enclosed very tightly inside. She looked at it and said 'perfect!' and got enough for each performance. She also got a few in her correct size.I paid for everything, as we next went to a JC Penny's, and she got some one-size-too-small brassieres, to help her on-stage persona.Lastly, we drove to the other side of town to a Victoria's Secret. She was excited ... never having been. Wendell did some work for me yesterday and I've got another job lined up for him. You should be proud of that boy. He's very polite and he does good work." Well, I am real proud of him Ms. Cannon. I been out of work for a few months now and he's been pretty much carryin' the load. Anything you can throw our way by way of work is surely appreciated. I'll have him call as soon as he comes in. Does he have your number?" He has it. Thanks Mr. Chaffin. Bye, now."Sarah could tell from her short.