Not as much as John would have liked.

Alicia practically jumped to her feet, standing eye to eye with John. She squirmed. "How do I look?"

"Hot." he said, nodding his approval even though she was too close to really get a good look.

"So hot. Too hot. I love these shoes! You were right. Being just a little bit of a slut makes all the difference!" Her lips brushed his. "How does it feel to be going out on a date with a little slut?"

"Little? You're as tall as me in those things."

"You know what I mean." She looked at her car. "I can do this. Lets go shopping!" She got in, started the car , and experimented with the pedals and her new heels. She gave John a glassy-eyed stare and a smile, then said, "Get in! I want to try out my slutty new shoes and my slutty new car."

He hesitated long enough to hedge his bet with, 'I wish that no matter how distracted she gets, she still drives like a pro.' He confirmed the wish as he lowered the door.

"Take this," said Alicia. She shoved the tiny, still open luggage into his lap, then leaned over and planted a lusty kiss on his cheek, pulling his lips into the action with her hands. The engine roared mid kiss, and their tongues tangled in his mouth. Tires squealed as they shot backward, around, and then out of the lot.

The luggage fell over and spilled as the kiss broke.

"Yeah!" Alicia moaned, zooming through a stale amber light. Her eyes found some measure of focus on the road and John looked into the pile of clothes in his lap. He held up a pink PVC skirt that barely qualified for the name. Wide belt would have been more appropriate.

"That was a miniskirt," Alicia said after a quick glance. "Matched the stupid lacy thing I left back in the parking lot. It was a nice combo."

"I'd love to see you in it now."

"I bet you would," said Alicia. "Would I get anything in return?"

"Would you like for Alicia to be wearing her micro miniskirt and it's top?" asked the voice.