I was getting a bit tired of walking around in those old, torn fishnets I have been wearing for maybe a month now. And yes, even fishnets need occasional washing. So I took them to the laundry shop, paid the owner in the backroom and asked him if he had anything else laying around there, something that a client might have 'forgotten', or that had gone 'lost'. And I wanted something sute, bows and ribbons preferably.
And he gave me a complete new outfit, including the false eyelashes that fell off a stripper that had wardrobe issues in his place a week ago. Happy as a... well... happy as a hooker I left the laundrette and stepped outside into the streets again. The shirt was a bit short, yes. The eyelashes were a bit long, the panties cut up a bit high and even the cute bow looked kinky on my head. Actually, the whole thing still screamed 'whore'.
I guess I never learn.
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