Broadcast: Chapter 36 - Shooting A Remote
Rachel and Kirstie were both tapping their feet nervously in front of the dryer. "I think I am fine to go like this," Rachel said.
"Trust me, you aren't," Kirstie said with a huff. Rachel had on a "maid's uniform" that was meant for a woman about five feet tall and 100 pounds lighter than Rachel was right now. The top clung to her chest so tightly it might as well have been a sports bra, expect you aren't supposed to see the impression of both individual breasts with a sports bra. Her smooth round belly was totally exposed, showing even more skin than if she had just struggled into a t-shirt. And the pants might have fit, save for a very snug fit around her rear, if Rachel did not insist on giving it a "split test" that was a resounding failure.
As Kristie looked over the bulging young woman and sighed, wondering what she did to be shackled to such a scatterbrain, a hotel employee approached her with a worried look on his face. "Excuse me, miss?"
"If you brought more clothes for her to