Things were different now. Damien crawled over her, smiling at her longing gaze. “Have I been neglecting you?” he asked, nuzzling against her ja.... She purred, lips twisting upwards in amusement. “Only enough that I can complain about it.” She teased him. He nipped at her shoulder. “Brat…” he muttered, dipping his hips so that his still clothed erection brushed against her skin. She bucked, craving the friction against her sensitive flesh. “Damien!” She hissed, her eyes darkening. He. They did have me rotate and jiggle and open my legs. It was strange: I didn't really want to display, but if I had to, I wanted to do it in a really fun and sexy way. So I made sure to smile and spin so that nobody would miss anything and grab my feet and spread just as much as I could. They all seemed to like the show, at least. Soon the five minutes were up and we flew out of the locker room, an utterly exposed girl surrounded by boys in gleaming, all-concealing armor.I touched down next to. The sensuality of the tight black leather around my ankles and calves wasa new feeling, and as I sat at my dressing table, I flexed my legs andstretched out my toes, watching the leather wrinkle and cling to myflesh.Next, hair, make-up, and jewellery. I had become quite expert inapplying make-up, and this I now did, selecting a lip gloss and nailpolish which matched the colour of my top. Careful attention to mycheekbones and eyes. Eyeliner, mascara. A pair of drop ear-rings for mypierced. Whenever I moved, the bra would rub up againstmy nipples, and would send constant intense pleasure through my entireupper body. In those moments, feeling that constant pleasure simplyfrom getting dressed, I realized I would probably never be able to turnback. I didn't say it to Rachel yet, but I somehow knew that theseintense feelings would be too much to ever turn back from. I relishedevery moment. Thoughts of going back to my former life were quicklyinterrupted by the overwhelming ecstasy.