Hannah sat uneasily in the car, furtively glancing out the window, at her phone, and the dashboard. She didn't even notice when Jessica stopped the car.
Or when Jessica happily chirped "We're here Hannah!"
Jessica snapped her fingers in Hannah's face in a bid to get her attention.
"Earth to Hannah!" Hannah blinked dreamily and looked over at Jessica. "You sure you're ready for this, hon?" Jessica asked, brow furrowed in a look of concern.
Hannah bit her lower lip nervously. "Of course," she stammered. "I'm just here to watch, right?"
"Of course!" Jessica said. "Let's go."
Jessica hopped out of the car, and Hannah shuffled behind. Jessica wore a long black trench coat, which unusually for her, concealed her figure. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun, which left the graceful curve of her neck exposed. The coat contrasted sharply with the red heels, gold hoop earrings, and heavy make up job that Jessica wore. The coat made her look like a conservative businesswoman on the way to an important meeting--the make up, earrings, and heels made her look like a stripper on the way to the stage.
Jessica stopped and turned around.
"Don't worry Hannah! I'll be here with you to make sure nothing happens you don't want to!"
She grabbed Hannah's hand and tugged, pulling her towards a large, well-lit house on the quiet cul-de-sac.
Jessica knocked confidently on the door to the unassuming house, which looked like the abode of an affluent suburban family.
Hannah relaxed a bit, as she thought the scene before her was no different than countless dinner parties she'd gone to with her family in her quiet Minnesota suburb.
The door swung open, and Hannah's reverie was shattered.
Sophie, the boisterous grad student Hannah had previously met at the gym, stood in the doorway, a wide grin on her face. Her outfit suggested anything other than a quiet dinner among conservative suburbanites.
Her halter dress was the bright red typically seen in flashy sports cars, and cut so low her navel was left exposed. The straps that covered her breasts were thin, and generous expanses of side cleavage were left bare. Her long blonde hair hung loose, and she wore small spade earrings that matched a spade necklace tucked between her cleavage. The hem of the dress was as high as the neckline was low, and Hannah knew that the slightest miscalculation by Sophie would give any onlooker a quick glimpse of her panties.
