The next morning Veronica woke up late. Her muscles twinged at her lazy stretch, protesting from the extraordinary exertion of the night before. As lactic acid drained from her sore muscles, memories of the night before flooded into her mind. She blushed at the thought of what she had done to herself the night before. That was so unlike her; she had obviously repressed her sexual self for too long.
As the memories flooded back, her pussy pulsed in sympathy to her sensual thoughts. Her hand moved down involuntarily to reacquaint itself with its new friend. Just as her independently-thinking extremity reached it goal, her door was flung open.
She started, hands suddenly together, pulling up the sheet to cover her breasts. Feeling the sheet in her hands, she wondered how it had come there, covering her. The last she remembered of it, it had succumbed to gravity, helped on by her ecstatic thrashing. She looked at her friend, who had entered the room bearing a tray with yogurt and muesli, accompanied by a cup of coffee. The smell of coffee all but expunged the memory of when last she had seen her friend, and under which circumstances. She subconsciously decided to file that little tit bit away in the banks of her mind for later examination.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. I see the smell of coffee is enough to bring you back from the dead, no Prince Charming necessary."
Debbie was already dressed in a black leather mini skirt, matching thigh high stockings and six inch black stilettos. She had fashionably converted underwear for overwear by wearing a plain looking leather bustier, not unlike the one she had chosen for her friend at the lingerie shop the day before. Her long blond hair was tied back severely in a pony tail and she wore dark eye make-up. The effect was startling. She looked alluring, yet intimidating and Veronica would not have been surprised if her friend suddenly produced a riding crop.
"Good morning yourself" Veronica replied. "To what do I owe the pleasure of breakfast in bed?" she added sleepily, eying the steaming coffee with the hunger of a seasoned caffeine addict.
"I have to admit, I felt guilty about leading you blindly into Brazil" Debbie replied, smiling with a twinkle in her eye.
Veronica involuntarily reached down to reaffirm the absence of hair, but caught herself in the act and scratched her leg, as if that was what she was going to do all along. She remembered baring it all, but was suddenly shy, with morning light having chased away the dark cover of night's anonymity.
She gratefully grabbed the coffee with a hearty thanks to her thoughtful friend. She wondered whether it was guilt about the Brazilian Wax, or guilt about voyeurism, but who cared, as long as it earned her coffee. She sipped the strong black nectar and sighed with contentment, wakefulness returning exponentially with every sip.
"So what's on the agenda for today?" She asked her friend who had sat herself down at the foot of the bed with a creak of leather, while she pulled the bowl closer. "Well, I've had a thought that I'll take you to my other favorite shops today." She replied with a conspiratory look, watching Veronica putting down the empty mug and starting on the muesli.
Knowing from experience that she would get nothing more out of her friend for now, she was content with finishing her breakfast. That done, she asked Debbie to pick her a nice outfit to wear, who disappeared to the kitchen where the clothes had been left after the impromptu fashion show and came back with a pile of lingerie. She deposited the delicate burden on Veronica's vanity returned for the next load. She stayed away for about five minutes. All that Veronica could hear was her friend mumbling to herself. She could almost see Debbie, all clad in leather, peruse all the clothing in the kitchen, matching items together and discarding them. When she eventually returned, it was with the first red ensemble they had purchased the day before.
She draped the mini skirt and blouse over the chair of the vanity, putting the shoes on the seat. She ruffles though the underwear and pulled out a red thong and a matching bra. Both had intricate lace patterns on them, which Veronica was sure would be reflected in the pricing.
"Winter's on its way out, so you won't really need stockings. Besides, black will clash with the red, and red stockings will make you look like a walking blood bank. I think your pale complexion will make you legs stand out nicely with the red shoes and skirt.
Veronica boldly threw the sheet off her, baring all to her startled friend, who schooled her features within an instant, so that you would think you only imagined the look of shock and flashing lust on her face. She didn't really know where this new exhibitionistic side of her came from, but thought that it must have been a remnant of last nights episode. Besides, her friend had seen all of her the previous night in anyway, she just didn't know that Veronica knew. She felt a secret satisfaction in this juicy little secret and enjoyed her friend's reaction, as brief as it was. She boldly walked to the vanity and took the underwear from her friend's slightly trembling hand.
"So are you going to tell me where we're going yet?" she asked her dumbfounded friend as she put on the knickers.
Her breasts stood proud as she straightened, pulling her shoulders back, no hint of a droop at the youthful age of twenty-five.
"Still not telling." Debbie replied, having regained complete control. Her posture changed imperceptibly, but she had the commanding presence back. She could now look upon her topless friend without losing her composure. It was a trick that she had to learn for her photography career. When she wasn't touring the world on cruise liners, taking over-priced photos of over-rich passengers, she did freelance work all over Europe and the United Kingdom. She was well known in fetish circles for her professional approach towards shoots. Her unrelenting composure was legendary in these hidden circles. Many have tried to shock her, but she had seen it all. She had learnt to look at such situations as if through a camera lens, separating herself from the reality of what was happening in front of her. Her friend didn't know this of course and she was glad for it.
"Turn around." she said to the half naked beauty before her, holding the bra out. Veronica complied, as she put her arms though the offered straps and turned around, allowing her friend to engage the clasp, adjusting straps here and there, perfecting the fit. She was slightly surprised at the instant control her friend had achieved. She had seen this phenomenon plenty a time, but not being one to pry, never asked her where she learnt such a talent.
Veronica looked in the mirror and admired herself as her friend made her deft adjustments. She had to concede that the underwear made a drastic change in both her appearance, which would be covered in anyways, but also in her attitude. She felt confident, attractive and even sexy. Now there were no stray hairs to mar the lines of her red thong. Her cleavage had improved drastically, no doubt due to the engineering behind modern bra's as opposed to the purely utilitarian items she used to buy before.
"Stop staring at yourself and get into those clothes." Debbie said with a smile and gave her friend a playful slap on the bum, releasing her from the mirror's spell.
Only half-blushing, Veronica reached for the red mini skirt draped over the chair. She put this on at her own pace, her modesty obviously now a thing of the past. She hoped that their relationship had not changed, thinking of the events the night before, but she felt comfortable and so did her friend. Best not to mention it and just go on as if nothing happened. She felt free though, modesty having been stripped from her with what she had shared the night before.
After zipping up the mini skirt, she donned the blouse, remarking upon the low neckline and plunging cleavage.
"Now you're talking girlfriend" Debbie replied. "Use what you have."
Veronica sat down and proceeded to strap the red stiletto around her feet and ankles, admiring the enhanced lines of her calve and ankle as she put on the other one.
As she sat up, Debbie had already arranged make-up on the vanity and proceeded to apply a cleansing facial lotion in sure movements.
"When did you go to make-up school?" Veronica asked she sat back and relaxed, the arduous chore having been usurped from her.
"There's a lot about me you don't know" Debbie replied with a secretive wink, now applying base to her friends face, following up with a light powder that blended perfectly with Veronica's pale English skin. Surprised at the colour of the base, Veronica noticed that she didn't recognize the brand. In fact, there was none of her normal make-up on the vanity.
