Like a gangster's chick! Scare the pervert!

Dropping her robe to the floor Kjerstin looked through her clothes. She'd left most of her pants and heavier clothes at home, bringing the more revealing outfits she had that were meant to drive men wild. One particular outfit came to mind as perfect for teasing a man so horny that he had to peek in on naked women.

Being fascinated by rappers, but finding their lyrics too hard to follow, Kjerstin focused instead on how they acted and dressed. Particularly how the women acted, were treated, and dressed.

After watching one video she'd been inspired to find an outfit like she'd seen on one of the girls. It had taken a lot of looking but eventually she found something similar.

The top was basically a leopard-print vest, closed below the breasts by a a large ring before the lapels continued down to her hips. It covered none of her front below the chest, above which it gaped two or three inches before sweeping back to her shoulders.

In the video the girl had worn a matching pair of panties, but the one Kjerstin found was a tiny g-string thong that came with a matching stretchy tube of material that stretched from hip to hip but covered neither top nor bottom of her buttocks.

Instead of the boots being leather like she thought they were in the video they were plastic. Although she hadn't meant for them to be so tall they were four inches with spike-like heels and a cheap zipper up the side.

She'd been unable to find the finishing touch for the outfit in her hometown until she passed a pet store. Going in she told the proprietor, who knew her, that she wanted to get a present for her American sponsor. The present was the costume's final touch - a fake leather collar with spikes on it.

Staring at herself in the mirror Kjerstin found her courage failing her; To dream of dressing this way was one thing, but to go out dressed like this was quite another. She knew that as tough as she looked it was all an act.

"I must teach that Peeking John a lesson," she told herself as she picked up her make-up, applying it like she'd seen in the videos. Thankfully her nails were already painted, though she'd have preferred black or red to pink for her purpose.

"He will see me, think gangsta, then pee his pants!"

Giggling and feeling so authentic she finished, teased her hair into a big mass about her heavily made-up face, and felt ready.

Her resolve lasted long enough for her to escape the apartment, clacking down the hardwood hall to the door on her spike heels. She felt relieved that she had been stealthy enough to get by Lester. She didn't want to scare her poor landlord with her gangster look.

When the door closed she shivered, nervous and anticipatory, eager to taste the life of the rappers she adored watching. With a guess as to the proper direction she headed off, then up, and then spent a moment peaking out of the stairwell to gather her courage as well as sense of direction.

For what seemed like too long she walked down a smelly hallway with loud arguments, music, and tvs behind each door. Reaching an intersection she turned left, and counted off the doors.

"I am very bad-butt," she reminded herself, striving for a firm tone but achieving nervous. Her hand hovered in front of her suspect's door.