Zoe couldn’t believe her eyes. Her mother was stood in the kitchen/dining area of the penthouse in a baggy pair of men’s board-shorts and flip-flops. She was completely topless, her breasts on full display. Hanging around her neck was a set of fake army dog-tags, and a pair of men’s sunglasses were sitting on top of her head, keeping her hair back like a headband.
“Mom, what are you wearing now?” Zoe asked, clearly she’d been in the closet again. Linda looked over at her, and gave her an upwards nod.
“‘Sup bro!” She said nonchalantly,
“Bro?” Zoe asked, “why did you go in that closet again? I thought you were calling the concierge!” She added.
“Calm down dude” Linda replied with a roll of her eyes “I called ‘em. It was that hottie Sierra again. Said she was going to head up right away” She added, leaning back against a counter.
“Right, but why the outfit?” Zoe asked.
“Well, I figured I better get dressed” Linda replied with a shrug, “and this is the best way to let her see the gun show!” She grinned as she flexed both her arms.
“You’re acting like a fucking frat boy!” Zoe sighed then a thought struck her “wait, you said she was on her way up?”
“Yeah Bro” Linda replied, “you might want to chuck some threads on. I thought we could hit the tub once she’s been” she added, nodding towards the hot-tub on the balcony.
“I’m ok in this robe” Zoe replied, glancing nervously at the closet. Linda pushed herself upright and strode over to her. She placed an arm around her shoulders and with surprising strength, guided her over to the closet door.
“C’mon bro, don’t be such a pussy” she chuckled, “once that chick gets a load of our goods she’ll be all over us” she added as she pushed Zoe’s back, causing her to stumble forward and into the closet. The moment her foot crossed the threshold, Zoe immediately fell back into the same trance from the evening before. She needed clothes, and she needed them now.
She untied her robe and dropped it to the floor. With confidence she walked naked over to the men’s side of the room and picked out a pair board-shorts of her own. She slid them up her legs and tied them off at the waist. They hung a little loose on her, and came down to just past her knees. Next she headed over the jewellery case and picked out a thick silver chain that she hung around her neck. She grabbed some white sports socks from a drawer and pulled them onto her feet before grabbing a pair of trainers from the shoe-wall. She completed her outfit with a baseball cap that she stuffed onto her head, turning it around so the peak was over her neck.
“Dude!” She said as she snapped out of the trance, “the fuck was that for!?” She grumbled as she left the closet.
“Sorry bro,” Linda smiled apologetically, “I couldn’t have you looking like that when she turns up” she added.
“Yeah, and why’s that?” Zoe asked, folding her arms under her bare breasts.
“Isn’t it obvious bro?” Linda smirked, “I need my wingman!”
