It would be hours before Jessie stirred again. Then she pulled her sore, smelly, tired body upright, knowing she had to make it home .Her parents would already wonder where she'd gone, and the smell clinging to her would be difficult to explain under the best of circumstances. The exhausted redhead found a bag she'd brought with her, shimmying into new clothing. With a nod toward the minotaur, she left the cave, starting the long, slow journey back to civilization.
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"This is so surreal," muttered Jessie. She wobbled, nearly tripping as she struggled to move along the paths leading toward the minotaur's cave. Her parents had barely bought a story about working on a science project, one that would last a while longer at least. Then she'd had to suffer through school, dealing with friends who wondered why she looked "just fucked." To add further embarrassment, she'd had to lie to a clerk at an adult store to get the "clothing" she wore now.
Stripper heels, complete with long blocks to add even more arch and height, hung about her feet. Her long legs just had a sheer black stocking, the black lace interweaving a pattern along her limbs. A tiny pair of panties just covered her sex, tied at the side to expose maximum body. A small strip of fabric split the cheeks of her ass, also bearing her body to the cold. Her breasts were encased in tiny triangles of fabric, the straps barely holding them in. The outfit wouldn't be decent in even the most risque of strip clubs, and it was almost painful to wear outside, especially while walking.
Her hair had been curled to fall about her body, and again she'd applied makeup. This time her lips were dark, almost black, and her eyes had been accented by yet more makeup. The girl looked like a sexy whore, which was what the minotaur had asked for.
She also carried two bags, one filled with a change of clothes for the journey home, the other filled with burgers.