FIFTEEN
Gaia glanced in the mirror one last time. Did the wrap dress have to show quite that much cleavage? Perhaps she should wear it with one of her shell tops underneath, like she usually did. With so much of her breasts on display, she feared she looked like a common p********e. Not that she'd ever seen a p********e in the flesh, but she'd seen enough movies...
No. She'd seen the pictures of Jay with his many fans in the newspapers. After his concerts, he'd been photographed with girls showing far more flesh than the soft swell of her breasts on either side of this plunging v-neck. Most of them left very little to the imagination. If that was what Jay preferred, then perhaps she could flatter him just a little by giving him what he wanted. Then she'd be more likely to get everything
