It’s Friday evening and Ashley had just got home from work. She walks into her apartment kicking off her shoes as she walks into her room.  Shit, it’s already six and she has to be at the restaurant at seven thirty. She still has to shower, get dressed and she still doesn’t even know what she’s going to wear. Ashley walks into the bathroom stripping off her clothes as she goes. Leaning over she turns on the shower, adjusting it until the temperature is perfect, she steps in. She flinches a little when the hot streams of water hit her. Her body quickly relaxes allowing the tension of the day to melt away. Today had been a shitty day she thought sighing at loud.  Roland had been on her back all day trying to prepare her for the upcoming meeting. He was really getting on her last nerve, making her want to literately pull her hair out. She lathered up her hair , quickly rinsing it and washed her body. Ashley rolled her shoulders as she wrapped a towel around her tanned body. Walking into her large closet, she searched for something to wear. Eyes scanned the rows of clothes until her eyes reached the perfect outfit, she smiled coyly. Reaching up she pulled out a pair of black pin-striped fitting trousers and a white button-up shirt. She lay the clothes onto her bed before walking back into the bathroom to do her hair. Slipping on a matching black lace bra and thong Ashley then reached over grapping her towel, running in over her hair.  She flipped her head over starting to blow dry her hair, running her fingers through it with one hand.  She looked into the mirror, her curls were dry and loosely hanging past her shoulders, make-up was next. The brunette applied eyeliner and shadow to her eyes, making them have a smoky sultry look to them. Lip gloss was next, pressing her lips together last to smooth it out. Ashley went over to her bed, slipping on her pants and put on her shirt. Walking over to her closet she took the boots and went over to her bed zipping them up her toned legs. Buttoning up her shirt and tucking it in as she walked back into the bathroom. She stepped back looking at herself in the full-length mirror smirking lightly. She looked hot and she knew it. The pants fit her perfectly, hugging her curves just right and the shirt was buttoned up just enough her bra was showing yet her cleavage still peeked out. As she put on her sliver hop earrings she glanced at the clock, shit it was seven now she had to get going.  Leaning over she grabbed her perfume, spraying it on her chest and wrist. She rushed to the door grabbing her keys and leather jacket before closing the door.