slut_in_white
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Emilia Tressler was nervous. She tugged self-consciously on a lock of her long, wavy brown hair and checked her make-up in the rear-view mirror of her car while she sat in the parking lot of the nicest restaurant in the city. She touched up the lipstick staining her full lips and sighed, trying to calm her nerves.
She was dressed in a silky black dress that, when she bought it, made her feel sexy and confident. Now she was wondering if it was a little too revealing for a work-related dinner. It really did run the borderline of what was appropriate. She hoped the shawl she wore around her shoulders helped to make the plunging neckline look a little less revealing.
She was only 27 years old, but she was a rising star in her engineering firm already, and she'd been invited to a monthly dinner that the CEO held for the various company bosses and those who had the potential to become one of those bosses in the future. Though she couldn't have known it, Emilia was one of the youngest people to have ever been invited to such a dinner. Hence why she was so very nervous.
She stepped out of her car, her heels clicking on the pavement, and brushed the skirt of her dress, suddenly very aware that it only came down to maybe 2/3 of the way down her thigh. She took another deep breath, convincing herself that she should not run home and redress as a nun, and walked into the restaurant.
She was dressed in a silky black dress that, when she bought it, made her feel sexy and confident. Now she was wondering if it was a little too revealing for a work-related dinner. It really did run the borderline of what was appropriate. She hoped the shawl she wore around her shoulders helped to make the plunging neckline look a little less revealing.
She was only 27 years old, but she was a rising star in her engineering firm already, and she'd been invited to a monthly dinner that the CEO held for the various company bosses and those who had the potential to become one of those bosses in the future. Though she couldn't have known it, Emilia was one of the youngest people to have ever been invited to such a dinner. Hence why she was so very nervous.
She stepped out of her car, her heels clicking on the pavement, and brushed the skirt of her dress, suddenly very aware that it only came down to maybe 2/3 of the way down her thigh. She took another deep breath, convincing herself that she should not run home and redress as a nun, and walked into the restaurant.