"I don't know," Marie says, her hands sliding down her sides. "What do you think?"

Well, it's tight, it's leather and -- yes, I know I'll burn in hell for this -- I have to admit she's filling it all out pretty nicely. Too nicely, actually. "Uh, fine. I guess."

She makes a whimpering noise, like she's still not sure, and eyes her backside. The uniform stretches taut against her breasts, the light tracing all the curves. "It's a little tight."

Hell. Burning. Special place for perverts.

That's when she turns and bends over, thrusting that beautiful, round ass right in my face, all tight and slick like someone's poured oil all over it. Oil ... Marie ... Oh fuck.

"See?" She wiggles her behind a bit, and I suddenly find there's a real lack of oxygen in the room. "Doesn't it make my butt look fat?"

Her face peeps over her shoulder, giving me a sly little grin.

That just about does it. Something's going to make a surprise appearance real soon, and it ain't the claws.

I'm definitely going to hell.

"Wait," she cries out, laughing, as I storm off. "I haven't even tried on the boots yet!"