Someone cool

Looking for inspiration, you grab your computer, head to an adult picture site, and type in the search term “Sexy thigh high boots” the first image causes you to blurt out, “Fuck me.” It is perfect. She isn’t the best looking woman you have ever seen, hell, she isn’t exactly even a 10, but the picture instantly makes you want to know her. To know what she is doing. Sure it is probably a picture originally taken by some add exec to use in a campaign to sell the car she is climbing out of. This particular shot most likely even ended up on the chopping block as you can’t even tell what kind of car it is. But, what it does do is instantly make you want to know where she is going. It just feels real, not a staged shot, a real candid of a young woman getting out of a convertible sports car. Someone who wore 6” heel soft velvet thigh high boots while driving a sports car. That is confident enough to climb out wearing only a simple open back black dress that is thin enough to see the rings piercing her on the small side of average breasts. Perhaps it is the fact that her dirty blonde hair is wet but the rest of her is dry. Or the little glimmering silver purse with so long a strap that it is nearly touching the floor as she throws her leg out of the car, and begins to stand. Or maybe it is just her green fingernails, or the glimmering necklace, or the little red convertible, or…

“Fuck it.” You say shaking your head and just write the description of the picture the best you can. As you get finished you hastily add, and all the things I need to actually be her, documents, bank account, lots of money, credit cards, a nice apartment, a job. You read it all over. It is stupid. You didn’t pick a name, you hardly even gave all that much of a description, not really. But it is magic, right? You fold the paper up and stuff it and the instructions back into the pocket. You spent so much time describing the vibe of the girl, cool, aloof, confident, you have trouble getting it zipped up. Finally ready, you stare at the boots, suddenly afraid to actually put them on. “Fuck, maybe I should just drink the potion and go get laid.