Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no...
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Winter
"That dress makes your tits look amazing," I stared across the room at Pearl as she tugged down the black satin dress over her body. When it was fully down it barely covered her ass, and the neck made her chest look amazing, I knew I was going to be guilty of starting the entire night.
"You think?" She stared at herself in the wall length mirror in front of her, turning to see her side profile, she was poking at her boobs, trying to adjust them to sit the way she wanted. "I feel like it's kind of giving me four boobs, no?"
I shook my head when she glanced at me for my answer. "No. Your boobs look amazing." I glanced down at my significantly flatter chest. I had boobs, just nowhere near as big as hers. "I'm jealous."
"Shut up. I can't wear half the things you can." She motioned to the little black star bikini top I had on, it was pretty tight so made my boobs sit nice on my chest with some cleavage, more than I had naturally. She had the struggle of not being able to fit into a lot of tops because they were never made for girls with a chest. "And your tits are equally as beautiful."
"Hmm," I hummed, standing up from the bed to join her in front of the mirror. "Can you help with my hair?"
She grinned, grabbing her brush and some little elastic bands.. "Course."
Pearl was the master of creating the perfect somehow sleek but also effortlessly messy bun.
"I just want it up and out my face." I told her, but she already knew that. I wore my hair up to most of the clubs and parties we went to.
She held the brush in her mouth and had the elastic bands around her fingers as she pinned every piece of my hair into my face, slicking it back so it wouldn't annoy me at all but leaving the bun messy. So much effort went into styling it, but it always looked like it had just been thrown up.
"There." She tied the last elastic band around my hair to hold it into place, and then gave me a once over with some of her hairspray. "Hot."
I smiled as a thank you to her.
"Ready?" She asked, grabbing a few things from the desk she did our makeup at. My makeup was all over the floor since I liked to sit on the floor at her mirror to do it while she did it at her desk with her bright lights.
"Where is it this time?" I asked her, grabbing my bag. I glanced inside to check I had everything that I needed to bring with me.
"In that tunnel."
"Better than the woods." I commented, thinking back to the last time one of her friends sent us random coordinates and told us to show up there. "I wasn't a fan of the woods. Could hardly find our way out in the daylight, never mind when we were fucked out our minds."
