Cheerleader

Inside was a Cheerleader outfit. At least a size to small and lacking any underwear.

"I'm going to kill her!"

Banging on the door drew her attention. "Clear out in there! Aria isn't running a hotel. Five minutes before we throw you out!"

Miranda paled at that. She had no other cover and less than five minutes to dress and make a run for it.

She cursed Jacks named the whole time she dressed.

The top was so small it barley covered her tits and the low cut left a lot seen anyway with her whole tone stomach exposed.

The heels were even bigger than the stripper ones making her walk even more ridiculous.

The worst was the skirt. Way to small and tight. If she stood straight up it hid everything, barley, but if she bent over or a light breeze hit it...Her whole ass and pussy would be exposed.

She looked in the mirror and felt humiliation wash over her again. First a stripper. Now a hooker cheerleader.

"No matter how good in bed she was. That bitch dies!" She swore as she marched out the door.

Several cheers from the security made her redder with anger and embarrassment.

She ignored the looks the best she could. She had to get to Jack!!