Peyton tugged at the hem of the dress she was wearing. Mia had turned up at her door with a dress, shoes, and enough cosmetics to make up all the models for a runway show. Against her better judgment and the promise she had made to herself, Peyton had let Mia ‘do her up.’

     The dress was short. Super short. Peyton was afraid to make any sudden moves just in case the people around her got a lot more than they bargained for. At least she wasn’t wearing a g-string. She could be thankful for small mercies. The panties that she was wearing didn’t cover a whole lot more considering...