A little black dress.

?There are still sure to be people looking for me. Safer if I go in disguise.? You say aloud as if it somehow makes it completely true. You go into the bathroom and put on pink toe and finger nail polish. You select matching lipstick and a light purple eye shadow and leave on the fake lashes. You love how the platinum blond hair looks with the short wild haircut looks with your somewhat pale complexion and decide to leave it like it is. You then go to the closet and put on a pair of black fishnet stockings and a black lace thong. Looking over the clothes your mind flashes back to how good you looked in that blue tube dress and you opt to grab a short black dress that has a plunging neckline that drops all the way to your waist leaving your navel exposed and the back is little more than a wide strap around your neck, the bottom of the dress drops to your mid thigh and hugs your legs like a glove. You stroke your ass tenderly remembering how good it felt to be fucked and sit down to slip on a pair of open toe black sandals with two thin straps that buckle at your ankles and a thin 6? heel and 2? platform under the toes that make them surprisingly easy to walk in. You pause for a moment to check yourself out before heading out to the waiting large motorcycle and head out not even thinking to grab your hold out pistol or armored jacket. You climb the building effortlessly and retrieve the prototype and head for the meet. As the wind rushing against your skin causes your cock to swell under your dress you finally realize you never turned down your tactile boost and call up the control and turn it back down to 2 before you mess your lovely dress. With your mind finally back on track you speed on toward the meet.