Picking up Jessica later that night.

You part ways with Jessica for the duration of the day, but not before she smooches your lips. After a quick workout, a brief nap, and then a thorough shower, you drive towards her home. Although her two entrepreneur parents live in a house of their own, Jessica has a studio apartment of her own, that she shares with three other women, who are great friends of hers outside the club. It's also in the Santa Monica area, on the upper floors of an apartment tower, which gives her and her friends a great view of the ocean. You notice that when you drive to the tower, and you can see why she needs the high-end rates that a club like "The Sparkling Siren" can give.

After about a 15-20 min. wait in the lobby, as she requested, you watch her emerge from the elevators. You see her wearing a short dress of a hot pink color, with spaghetti straps that tie at the back of her neck. The front of the dress is cut in a way that forms a balance between giving her an appealing cleavage that her big breasts can give, and maintaining a sense of class and decency. The back end of the dress is backless, and the bottom end has been tailored for her. The hem of the dress fans out nicely, ending at a spot above her knees. You can see the white stockings on her legs, and matching hot pink ankle boots, which has black lace at the front. What you don't see yet, is she's wearing a leather thigh strap, with a secure pouch, where she can hold her wallet, and other things. You can see a braclet on her left wrist, and a silver necklace around her neck, with a sapphire amulet dangling. She has also put on some sapphire earrings, and her platinum blonde locks goes down to the small of her back, silky and shiny.

You stand up, and she hugs you tightly, giving your lips a deep kiss. Then you walk with her, helping her into the truck, before you hop into the driver's seat, to drive towards the restaurant, where the two of you have a dinner reservation. Jessica's light blue eyes looks around, giving you a smile.

"Been waiting long, Eric?" She asks you.

"About 20 minutes, no biggie." You tell her.

"I had to make sure I chose the right dress for the occasion." She tells you, showing you that thigh pouch. "I wanted to try this out, so I can hold my wallet and my smartphone, among other things. It has venting holes on top to keep my device cool. It's also conspicuous enough so that it won't show that much when I sit, and it frees my hands for when we're dancing."

"I hope the club security will let you bring it in." You tell her.

"I've used it a few times before when dancing with my friends," she tells you, "and the club we're going tonight after dinner, the security is familiar with me using it."