A jealous feeling

It was finally a week later, and Quinn couldn't just wait to start her job.

She looked at herself in the mirror for the last time, and she went out.

Quinn was wearing a black and red thong, with a black, lacy bra. With the thongs, she wore a short skirt that's way too short to be called a skirt.

She looked really sexy, and she knew it.

She got into the fastest bus around, and she got to the bar five minutes later.

Quinn was feeling really anxious, and she just held her breath as she entered the bar.

Before she entered, she had already put on her black mask, so she was at least rest assured that nobody would recognize her.

When she entered, she was welcomed with the thick smell of expensive weed, and alcohol. She smiled to herself, and she moved to the centre of the bar without even saying anything.

She removed the robe that she wore from her house to the bar and she threw it aside.

Immediately she did that, so many gasps escaped from so many people's mouths, and Quinn just knew that t