"How much do you charge?" The man asked.
"What?" Erica was bewildered at the question.
"Look if it's a high price, I'll pay it as long as you don't have the clap or something" Erica then put two and two together. This man thought she was a prostitut...
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Erica couldn't control her laughter as Lizzie "promiscuously" peaked one of her long legs from behind the door clad in a black stocking and a three inch heel. She extended it out before jerking it back behind the door over and over like a showgirl making her grand entrance on stage in one of those sleazy pubs.
Lizzie then moved closer to which you could know see her thigh and a peak of her garter. She threw out an arm and scanned it from the bottom of her ankle to the top of the stocking. The leggy brunette then decided the teasing had become to much and gracefully made her way into the room. Erica was in a fit of laughter at how extra Lizzie could be.
Erica was in awe at her cousins beauty. Though Lizzie was always seen as very pretty to anyone with decent eyesight, it was very evident now. She wore a sleeveless charcoal dress with crimson colored detail on top the top half, gloves, stockings and heels. Her hair was sleek and shiny and she had on lipstick to match the crimson on the dress. It was a good choice for Lizzie and the boldness matched her florescent personality well.
"You'll stop traffic in that to say the least,Lizzie."
"Do you really think so?" Lizzie was topping up on her lipstick in the mirror while she admired herself.
"Definitely. The men might mistake you for one of the posh girls coming from London tonight." Erica giggled like a schoolgirl.
"Hopefully one with a lot of money and a big boat." She snickered.
"I'll light a candle for you on that one."
"I might not snag myself a rich boy, but you might. You look absolutely gorgeous." Lizzie stated while she scanned over Erica's body.
She was wearing the same red color as the detail on Lizzie's dress. The style showed of her features well and hung on her shoulders in an elegant way. The rich color contrasted greatly with her olive skin and made Erica feel like a woman. The heels, curled hair, rouge lipstick and gloves she wore added to her confidence and gave her an urge to strut herself down the street like the rich women she seen in the American magazines. This boost would be exactly what she needed after the rambunctious day that took place.
"Thanks Lizzie, it would want to since it cost about a weeks salary." Erica then had flashbacks of how all she ate was cheap bread.
"You only live once, cousin. But then again, hopefully for your clumsy self. Nearly got your bloody arse killed this morning!"
"I'm the most unlucky person in Small Heath. I've accepted that fact."
"I wouldn't say that considering your knight in shinning armor rescuing you. What was his name?"
"Andrew." Erica called from the kitchen and got herself two glasses and wine. Also known as her favorite drink and the key to her heart. She cane back to the sitting room and poured out a glass for Lizzie, who gladly accepted, before outing out one for herself.
