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"How you gon' invite me to sombody else shit?" Nas demanded as he watched me apply a layer of nude lipstick.
I was going for a natural look since I felt like the dress I was wearing would do a lot for me.
"Like I'm doing right now." I answered, "And why you got on that wide ass tie? I know you have a skinny one."
"I know the bitch who was finna wear a corset on top of a leather dress ain't giving no fashion advice."
He followed my instructions though, walking out of the room to go switch ties, "My grandma gave me this tie."
"What should I do with my hair?" I yelled after him, tilting my head and pushing it away from face.
"Lemme see your dress again." He replied while tying his tie.
"It's on the bed."
Nas was quiet while looking at it, "Pull most of it back from your face."
"That's what I was thinking."
Heidi said the dress code was semi-formal, but I didn't even know what that meant.
Either I'm under-dressed or over-dressed. There's no in between.
Nasir left out while I changed, coming back in to zip me, "Side boob and leg. Bitch I'm getting my life."
The dress was actually a gift from one of my former clients who said they saw it and thought of me.
I'd never worn it, and had forgotten about it until I was digging through my closet so I wouldn't have to go buy a dress.
It was off white, embroidered with pearls and complimented by a thigh split and plunging neckline.
As Nas said, there was side boob, as well as some of my back exposed, but I didn't think it was too much.
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I laughed, turning to the side to look at myself in the mirror, "You see that lil' poke?"
"You always going too far."
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The Uber ride seemed to take forever though it was just a 20 minute drive to the address I was given by Heidi.
My stomach was in knots, and I wracked my brain trying to remember if there was something I had to be nervous about.
"What the hell wrong with you?" Nasir asked after hearing me sigh for about the 10th time.
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Bound by Desire | Completed
General Fiction'So he wanted to have sex with me. My professor knows I'm an escort. And he wants to have sex with me.' Kyser "Desire" Moore was never supposed to be more than a statistic. With both parents gone and raised by her grandmother, she struggled not to...
