Page 87 of Savage Desires

She disappears into the guest room and comes back with my suitcase overflowing with all the things I had neatly sorted on the bed. She drops it on the floor and digs until she finds a pair of black panties. They aren’t anything special and I can tell she’s still dissatisfied.

“You need new lingerie. I knew I should’ve bought that hot pink g-string. Next time…”

I pull on the black panties and the leather pants. They fit like a dream and are surprisingly comfortable. They also have hidden pockets that are perfect for some of the knives that I didn’t notice before. Hera tosses me the black bra she brought, and I frown.

“You do know my boobs are small enough I don’t need a bra, right?”

“It’s not for your itty bitty titties. It’s for weapons.”

I look at her in confusion. She takes the bra from me and pulls a thin blade from where the underwire should be.

“Holy shit! Where did you get that?” Mauve asks.

“It’s my personal design. 34DD, right?”

Mauve nods. “Yes!”

“Hey, what about us?” Sissy complains pointing to herself and Chante.

“Is this what having girlfriends is like? Are you always this needy?” Hera asks me whispering loud enough the others hear.

“I have no idea. This is the first time I’ve had female friends that weren’t also slaves,” I say.

“Fine… three stabby bras coming up.”

I snort. “Stabby bras?”

“It’s a work in progress. Finish dressing. We’ve got much work to do!”

Hera drags me to the bathroom with my toiletry bag in her hand. She sits on the counter and has me stand in front of her so we’re eye level. The next twenty minutes is spent on hair and makeup. Hera boldly lines both the tops and bottoms of my eyelids and adds a thick coat of mascara. The only other makeup she uses is lipstick in a deep red that looks almost like blood. She has me turn and she braids my hair in some intricate style I’ve never seen before.

“Now we accessorize.”

Hera shows me how to put on the holsters and where the knives are meant to go along with extra magazines for the guns. Next, she helps me put the wrist sheath on and how to pull the knife, even with the tight sleeve you can’t tell there’s a knife hidden there. She’s seriously thought of everything. The last thing she adds are the two stiletto knives made to look like chopsticks. She weaves them into my braid so they are tightly in place. It takes barely any effort to pull the slim blade from the sheath.

“All done!” Hera declares, then shoves me in front of the floor length mirror.

I barely recognize the woman in front of me. I look like a total badass. My makeup is edgier than I’ve ever worn it and my hair is perfect. I need Hera to teach me this braid because it is so great for my thick hair. Better than any regular braid for sure. The outfit is insane. I look like some kind of assassin.

The black shirt clings to my body and despite my small boobs between the low neckline and the stabby bra I have a small amount of cleavage. The leather pants are doing amazing things for my ass and the boots are hot. You can’t even tell that I have five hidden knives tucked in various spots on my pants and boots. Somehow the holster is made in a way that the guns are close to my body so with the black on black you can barely tell they are there. The only color visible is the small amount of pink on my guns.

“I look like a badass,” I say excitedly.

“Just like a serial killer in training,” Hera says with a dreamy look on her face. Annnd her crazy is showing again.

“Uhh… Why would Willow be a serial killer?” Sissy asks.

Hera levels a look that would wilt an entire field of the hardiest flowers. Sissy swallows thickly and quickly looks away. The other girls catch the hint and don’t ask. Hera is totally going to be my best friend. I thank Hera again indicating my reflection in the mirror, but she knows it’s for more than that. She isn’t going to tell anyone about what we talked about this morning.

Mauve’s phone rings. “Yeah? Okay, we’re ready.” She hangs up the phone. “The guys are ready. Everyone that’s supposed to be at the warehouse is heading over now.”

Kisten strides into the room and stops dead in his tracks when he sees me.

“Holy fuck. Jesus. Are you trying to kill me, Hera? I thought we were friends,” he says.

“We are friends. You can thank me later for wrapping my present to you when you unwrap all that hotness.”

I giggle. “I guess I look okay?”

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