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standing next to this Italian bombshell with her insane curves.
    “Try these, Caroline.” Aralia
tossed a few garments at her.
    Caroline caught them and held them
up, it was a pair of skinny leg leather pants and an oversized, off the
shoulder green top that made her hazel eyes turn green in the mirror. She
pulled on the clothes and looked in the mirror standing on her tip toes, to
pretend she was in heels and looked at herself. She had to admit, she looked
pretty sexy in this outfit. The pants highlighted her long legs and the shirt
was casual and comfortable but also showed hints of skin and her shoulder. Showing
just enough to make you want to see more.
    Aralia gave her a thumbs up in the
mirror behind her and then went back to rustling around in the pile of clothes.
Unable to find what she was looking for, she poked her head out of the dressing
room and called the sales lady over.
    "Could you please bring an
assortment of strappy black high heels?" She asked the woman politely.
     It only took a few minutes before
the sales woman brought about five or six different kinds for them. Aralia
glanced through them and picked out her favorite two.
    “Here, try these two on with that
outfit.” Aralia practically commanded.
    Caroline knew not to argue with her
when it came to clothes, Aralia had the best fashion sense of anyone she had
ever known. Caroline tried on the first pair but the back dug into her heel so
she quickly disregarded it. Caroline wanted to look good, but she didn’t want
to suffer all night for it.
    She pulled on the second pair and
strapped them up. They were a shiny black strappy sandals that brought her up
about four inches and really accentuated the angle of her legs and her bottom
in the leather pants.
    “Hell yeah, Caroline, you have to
get those. That outfit is perfect!” Aralia said.
     Aralia put her clothes back on and
handed the sales lady her dress and boots. Caroline admired herself in the
mirror a few more moments. She couldn’t help but wonder what Logan would think
when he saw her, if he saw her that is.
    Caroline couldn’t believe herself
but she actually wanted him to find her attractive. It was silly for her to get
her hopes up, Logan Clay was a famous rock star, he wasn’t even going to give
her a second thought.
    “Come on, Caroline, give the sales
woman that outfit so she can ring it up.” Aralia said, snapping Caroline out of
her thoughts.
    She obliged and got back into her
original outfit and handed the clothes to the sales woman.  A few minutes
later, the two friends were walking out the glass doors of the store, both with
several shopping bags hanging from each arm.
    The sun had already set at this
point and the girls decided to part ways and get some rest before the concert
tomorrow. Caroline gave Aralia a hug and then headed home with her new clothes
and an eagerness in the pit of her stomach that she couldn’t seem to keep down.

 
    Chapter Four
     
    The next morning, Caroline slept
in, soaking in the luxury of her plush king sized bed. She lay there for awhile
after she woke up and her mind drifted to the concert tonight. She had to
admit, she was becoming more excited by the minute.
    There was no denying it anymore,
she wanted to see Logan again. She knew that it was definitely one-sided and
that these tickets were probably just him being nice, rather than an attempt to
see her again. But she didn’t care, she was determined to enjoy the evening
anyways.
    Worst case scenario she would get
to listen to some great music and watch a sexy rocker dance on stage, it was
going to be a fun night. She smiled as she remembered how Aralia had picked out
three pairs of lace underwear from the store yesterday that she planned on
throwing at Logan on stage. Caroline was not that adventuresome but loved
living vicariously through Aralia sometimes.
    Aralia was a bartender but she came
from a wealthy family and had the same upper class lifestyle as Caroline. She
was just a wild