Jeans and t-shirt

Kjerstin decided not to reward the pervert and settled on jeans and a t-shirt. Both were tight, yes, but they didn't show the skin that dress would have. And running shoes weren't sexy like high heels.

Yes, she could wear this and appear good but yet not as if she were enticing him to look more. Or maybe she might change her mind along the way, she thought with a shrug as she put the key Lester had given her into her pocket. The tight jeans **** her to push harder to get it all the way in, and she felt it pressing against her hip as she walked out.

Trying to keep her sense of direction she stopped a moment, then picked the direction to the other wing of the apartment, going up two sets of stairs and then heading off to what she thought was the correct turn.

"One door," she murmered, counting them off as she passed.

"Four," she said finally, pausing before the door she suspected of hiding the unseen pervert.

Before she could back out she knocked on the door, her mind veering from one plan of action to another until she felt confused about what she might do. She'd never found confrontations easy before, but Americans were all about it, so she had to learn.

At last she heard movement from behind the door and felt a flutter of nerves enter her.