Few Hours Later
I strolled to my locker, already expecting something absurd, and of course…they didn't disappoint.
Inside was a pair of tight shorts.
Leopard print.
I stared at them for a second, then snorted under my breath. "Of course."
It was stretchy. Low-rise. Clownishly inappropriate… or exactly what they wanted.
I grabbed the shorts, shut the locker, and was about to turn when someone tapped my shoulder.
"Hey," a soft voice said.
I turned halfway.
Then I felt a hand tap my shoulder.
And there she was.
The blondie.
Hair pulled into a neat, high bun. Subtle makeup. But what caught me wasn't her face….it was the outfit.
A sheer leopard-print lingerie set.. Thin straps clinging to her shoulders. Her cleavage was right there, nipples showing through the mesh. Long smooth legs and that red lipstick.
I didn't mean to stare.
But I did.
She smiled slowly, like she was used to it. "Vincent."
She adjusted the ridiculous looking leopard-print ears on her head.
