MAKE ME BEG
MADISON
I look in the mirror at my ridiculously short, black dress and wonder for the millionth time what in the f**k I’m doing. I miss the comfort of my jeans and baggy sweatshirt. I prefer to hide behind my clothes, not strut around half naked on full display. I tug the thin fabric up, trying to cover my t**s, but there’s no hiding them. Turning around, I peek over my shoulder and groan at how damn short the dress is. I bend over a little as a test and cringe at the way my pink panties are clearly visible, showing my little p***y in a scandalous peek-a-boo every time I move my hips.
I stand back up and tug my dress down. “I can’t go out in this,” I say, making Becca, my best friend, laugh and swat me on the ass.
“Oh yes you can.” She gives me a wink in the mirror. “We’re
