Savages

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O

looks fantastic in your basic little black dress that nevertheless must have cost a mortgage payment. Sheer black stockings and black fuck-me shoes. Her hair cut and dyed back to its “natural” blonde, shiny and sleek.

“Wow.”

Ben says.

Chon nods his agreement.

She smiles at their approval, revels in it, basks in the sunshine of their admiration.

“You went all out,” Ben says.

“I did,” O answers. “I’m going out with both my men.”