You knew what she meant just by looking at her. She was wearing a black silky blouse and worn jeans and ankle boots with stiletto heels. Not quite a fuck me outfit; she was too cool for that, but ready and rough, and sexy. She had black piercing eyes and that fabulous hooked nose and her lips were painted with the reddest red lipstick and her fingernails were painted the same colour and long like cat claws. Her blouse was open down to her cleavage and she had luscious big tits that her bra was pushing upwards, pointing up to heaven where she would take you, but only as a stopover on the way to hell. .....