It's All About Impressions

Amber B loves the little rush that comes from wearing something so thin it barely counts. Black lace clings to every curve, heels click loud on the floor while she dangles one pump off her toes and wiggles them straight at Vince. He hasn't even shut the door yet and already she can tell he's gone. “Found your weakness?” she teases, slow-swinging her foot. He swallows hard. Point scored. She crosses her legs the other way, lets the heel drop, and knows the day’s already won.