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Transit, 46 part 1

Added 2024-12-23 22:06:25 +0000 UTC

Steam rolled off Lori’s skin as she stepped out of the shower, her towel clinging tightly to her damp curves. She reached for her phone, its gold casing glinting under the light. A quick swipe of her polished red nails unlocked it, revealing a message from John.

"Morning, babe. Got your rendezvous set with the client tonight. Enjoy your day, xo."

Her brows knit together. Babe? That wasn’t John. He was all business, never this casual, let alone affectionate. She stared at the words for a moment before setting the phone down, her nails clicking softly against the counter.

“Whatever,” she muttered, her eyes falling to the open suitcase on the bed. The glossy fabrics spilled out, a chaotic mess of textures that gleamed under the dim light. Her fingers traced the black material first—smooth, supple, and faintly shimmering, with a stretch that promised to cling like a second skin. Then, the red. Vinyl, slippery and cold to the touch, shining as if polished, its weight heavy and its promise bold.

Lori sighed, the towel slipping slightly as she stood. "Just perfect," she muttered. "Leather and vinyl. Casual as ever."