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The time had finally arrived. All year long they'd been planning this trip. The chance to meet the women behind all the romantic and raunchy stories they'd written about their favorite musical group; The Backstreet Boys. Unbeknownst to these girls, they were about to have the dreams of a lifetime come true within the next twenty four hours of their lives. They'd been there three days and had just barely scraped the tip of the iceberg but they had gotten to know each other a lot better in that time as well. Sherl knocked on the adjoining room door and came through as Terri frantically searched her suitcase for just the perfect outfit. They were going dancing tonight and she needed something that said"Take me now" for once in her life and so far her search had been hopeless.
"What are you doing?"
"I 'm trying to find something to wear tonight and I have absolutely nothing."
"That can't be true. Let me see ,"She searched the pile on the floor and came up with something she hoped would suffice her blonde friend's needs. She held a shimmering midnight blue satin blouse with the sleeves that draped open and a pair of black velvet shorts that would barely cover her behind."Now grab those thigh high stiletto heeled boots you have and let's go. You look great already."
"Thank you,"as she dressed. She twisted her naturally blonde curls up and clipped it letting the strays frame her round features. Her fair skin was acentuated with only the slightest amount of make-up."Glitter?"she questioned Sherl.
"Just a little right here,"she dabbed a little onto the bared skin on her shoulder."And a little between your boobs,"she hand the glitter jar over toTerri and she finished the job.
"So the rest of them are gonna meet us down there then I take it."
"Yes. God I hate you! It takes me two hours to look as good as you do in ten minutes."
"But you do look very good,"She admired the ensemble Sherl had put together; simple in it's nature but attention grabbing at the very same time. The ruffled peasant blouse accenuated her ample bosom hinting at only a slight peak of her spectacular chocolate cleavage and a black leather mini skirt hinting at the possiblity that some gentleman would be getting very lucky if he caught a peek underneath it. Her soft auburn streaked dark strands danced lightly over her shoulders.
"Aren't we a pair?"they stood adding the final touches to themselves in the mirror.
"If we don't get laid tonight, we are doing something very wrong,"Terri smiled.
The two standing there exuded completely different messages. Sherl's was a raw, untamed sexuality that screamed out her presence. Terri's was a sultry, lingering sensuality that gradually drew them in."Amen to that. Let's go."
Terri draped her velvet mini purse on and closed the door behind them.