We know who we are, what will we wear?

Now that the undercover identities were sorted Val could finally get back to the important things. Like making sure that she looked absolutely incredible. Val might just be a ditzy blonde but she knew that looking good got you places. She was living in a penthouse suite with a lavish paycheck based on the fact that she knew how to fill out a dress.

Of course they’d have to get Kay’s clothes sorted too. But Val knew that they could just throw a few Berkeley hoodies and a couple of pairs of jeans together and Kay would be happy. Whereas for Val they would need a couple of hours to go through the various combinations.

Pity that both Johnny and Quick had already left. She found them a useful tool to judge an outfit. Val smirked as she remembered Quick the last time she had gone under cover. The poor guy had to leave to ‘take care of himself’ twice. Needless to say both the outfits that had … inspired him were already in the definitely pile.

Kay had said something about being a cheerleader. Which totally gave her an excuse to dig out her old cheerleading gear from high school. She had filled out a little since then she thought. Although that should make the outfits just about right she thought, with a satisfied glance down at her spectacular chest.

About four hours later, with Kay getting more and more anxious they finally had Val’s wardrobe assembled. She had enough clothes for nearly a month. But she planned on changing at least twice a day so really she thought, it was just common sense to prepare.

Kay had already made a couple of online queries about possible accommodation. If they left now Kay was worried they’d miss out on the right spot but as she looked in the mirror and gave a little twirl Val couldn’t even imagine a situation where a landlord could refuse them.

Kay was already loading up the car with Val’s suitcases. She gave one more twirl, watching the hem of her miniskirt flare up to her ass. Her top was an old cheerleader uniform from high school. She had looked hot in it when she was 18. Now she looked like a teenage boy’s wet dream. Probably along with that teenage boy’s father, brothers and any cousins he had.

As Kay arrived back to the penthouse to collect the last of Val’s suitcases Val sashayed after her, tight ass framed in the mini skirt, breasts bouncing in the tight top and 5-inch heels clicking on the floor.