“Wear that thong, Jessa.”
“It feels strange.”
“You’ll like it if you give it half a chance.” Morgan slid Jessa a sly smile. “And I guarantee Connor will like it.”
That decided Jessa instantly. Just thinking about Connor pulling up the hem of her short skirt and seeing the tiny scrap of satin resting between the cheeks of her ass was enough to get Jessa’s juices flowing.
Morgan frowned and picked up the black garter belt. “Is this what you’re freaking about?”
“Yes. You think I ran around in one of those at the country club?”
They burst into peals of laughter at the picture of Jessa and her society bitch friends hiding daring lingerie beneath their IZOD cardigans and knit pants. Cinching the little contraption around Jessa’s hips, Morgan secured the stockings before arranging the miniskirt back into place.
“Wow, do you have to take a class before you get a job here?”
“No silly, I’ve loved this kind of clothing since middle school.”
“That’s a scary thought.”
“Well, I was never a very good girl.”
“I think I envy you, Morgan. I can say from experience that being good can be worse than boring.”
Morgan pulled Connor’s baggy T-shirt over Jessa’s head. “Dare I ask what happened to your bra?”
Jessa frowned at the blotches left behind by uncounted shots of Tequila and orange Liqueur. “Connor and Alex happened.”
“Body shots, huh?”
The blush staining Jessa’s cheeks wasn’t as intense as before. Maybe she was finally getting used to all of this freethinking hedonism. That thought lasted long enough for Morgan to lovingly jiggle Jessa’s breasts into a better position inside her new black corset top. Heat streamed from her skin as Morgan made a few final adjustments to the straps over Jessa’s shoulders.
“You’ve got great breasts, Jessa. Don’t squish them down there so nobody can see them.”
Jessa blinked several times while trying to come up with something to say. Did she thank Morgan for the compliment or pretend it never happened?
“Oh don’t look at me like that!” Morgan chided. “I don’t bat for the other team, if that’s what you’re wondering. But I’d never say no to a little bit of fun between friends, if you know what I mean.”
“Really?” The word popped out of Jessa’s mouth before she could think twice about the way it would sound.
Morgan only shrugged. “I like to feel good. Have you never experimented with your girlfriends?”
“Um, let me think,” Jessa chuckled. “No.”
“What a waste. I thought we all went through that phase at some point.”
Jessa shook her head and lifted an eyebrow. She had been far too busy shoving herself into the perfect Stepford wife mold to experience anything like what Morgan described.
“If you ever get the urge to experiment, Jessa, let me know.” Morgan leaned over and punctuated her offer with a lingering kiss on Jessa’s lips.
The sensation was wild and Morgan tasted both sweet and strange. But the intense arousal whipping through Jessa’s body was completely foreign. It was an instant throb in her taut nipples that translated to her pussy and resulted in a hot gush of creamy juice to Jessa’s crotch.
“You’d better get to work honey,” Morgan said, nipping Jessa’s lower lip as she withdrew. “You should wear those boots over there.”
“Combat boots? You can’t be serious.”
“You have to give them half a chance before you tell me no. They’re very comfortable.”
Jessa had anticipated a pair of thigh high black heeled boots. But though a pair like that would’ve been sexy as hell, her feet would’ve been DOA by the end of the night. Instead, Morgan had set aside a pair of something that looked like combat boots with chrome accents.
Jessa pulled them on and laced them up. Standing and bouncing her ankles up a down a few times, she was pleasantly surprised by the comfort. “Thanks, Morgan. I owe you big time.”
Morgan grinned. “Want to put all this on that same Platinum MasterCard ma’am?”
“Oh yes, definitely.”
Chapter Fourteen
The bar had already opened for business when Connor sent Jessa across the street to have Morgan hook her up with fresh clothing. But he’d not been prepared for the sight of Jessa walking back through the front door at three p.m. In fact, if the beast inside him hadn’t purred at the sight of her,-Connor might not have recognized the sexy temptress walking past him with a sultry invitation on her face.
“Cat got your tongue, Connor?”