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Harley showed up around two, bringing Chinese food. She brought with her an aspiring model, Mary Batson, only eighteen years old. Jaime looked her over, rubbing his chin suspiciously.

“Isn’t it a school night?”


Harley pashed. “C’mon, Mistah Reyes, don’t be a jerk. She’ll do anything to get a contract with you guys. Anything.”


Jaime looked Mary over again. Hard to tell how fit she was with her long, modest dress on—or how fun she could be. “She’ll have to change. Something a bit more festive.”


“I don’t have anything to change into,” Mary said apologetically.


Jaime looked over at Harley. “Harl, could you lend her something?”


“Sure thing!”


And right there on the porch, Harley reached for the bottom of her tight T-shirt. Smiling flirtatiously at Jaime, she lifted it off her torso. Underneath was a lacy red pushup bra, turning her pert but undersized teats into the mammoth orbs underneath her tee. Jaime smiled approvingly as she played with her nipples, then got out of the bra. She handed her bra to Mary. Her nipples were rock-hard.

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