64. Getting burnt

Brielle Clarke

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I stood in front of the body-length mirror in my closet, not believing I was staring back at myself. I looked spectacular.

I did a twirl, turning around. Marina said she didn’t want to get in trouble with Maxim but she sure enjoyed the drama I had with him because they was no other reason she’d get me this dress.

It was a red short dress with strings that were tied around my neck and the back of the dress dipped down to the top of my waist, the dress itself stopping below my ass. My entire back was on display and one pull of the strings and I’d be naked.

Maxim had gone out and he was not going to be around till the next day, which kind of ruined my plan but I went ahead with it anyway.

I was in a six-inched heel that made me feel powerful and I couldn’t resist as I turned to the side and took a picture, sending it to Maxim.

[Me: how do I look?]

I’d thought since he was busy, he wouldn’t reply but he did immediately.

[Maxim: you look like mine.]

Red dusted my cheeks