"I was
expected to be the model young woman," Apryl recounts, dangling a shiny-silver
pump from the red-tipped
toes
of her perfectly arched feet before kicking it off altogether. "It was
hard. I'm ready to have some fun for a change."
Apryl
is in many ways the refined young woman she projects. But years of joyless
prep schools and rigid English
decorum
have taken their toll on the lass. Come evenings, it's a total about-face
as she dons her crotchless
silk
pantyhose and expensive, gilded shoes to become the anonymous pair of lushly
statuesque legs at an
infamous
underground London peep show. Viewed from the waist down, sashaying back
and forth in the window,
Apryl's
gorgeous gams are the pair that men feverishly throw their hard-earned
cash at in the hopes that the
immaculate
legs will strut a little closer to them.
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