Jail Bait

John had Sarah take a seat. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-five?"

"Damn, you could easily pass for eighteen."

"Yeah, I totally get carded all of the time. I've even been accused of having a fake ID."

"My hotel will cater to men mostly, and men with a variety of fetishes. There will be older men with jail bait fetishes."

Sarah looked down and noticed she was wearing a short pleated plaid skirt, knee high white socks, black patent leather shoes, and a white blouse tied under her boobs. "Did I show up dressed like this?" she asked as she twirled her hair around her finger.

"Yes, of course you did," said John. "It's not like your clothes just magically changed."

"Oh," Sarah giggled. "How silly of me. I must be skipping class."

John just smiled. "Yeah, you're an 18 year old high school delinquent, aren't you?"

Sarah started smacking on a piece of gum. "Yeah, what's it to ya?"

"Naughty girls need to be punished."