Ten minutes later Rhea was standing in front of the mirror in her shortest piece of denim shorts and cross-strap crop top dabbing her lips with an electric pink lipstick. Once she was satisfied with her work she tucked the lipstick in her back pocket. She turned slowly around, checking out her reflection on the mirror. Something was missing. She had her hair tied like Madelyn, wore clothes and makeup just like her too but still didn’t look quite convincing as a streetwalker.
Then her eyes fell on her neat stockings and she finally realized what was wrong. She sat down on the bed and began to make holes on the stockings with her nails. She tore the holes further making them bigger giving the stocking the worn off look that she wanted. Her beautifully tanned skin peeked through the newly d
