Sabrina was looking at the picture of her with Hannah and another friend Grace. Hannah and her where both wearing little red dresses with slash down the thigh, Hannah however had gone with straps so thin they were almost invisible. Sab looked at the photos on her phone. In the first picture the three of them posed with Grace who was pregnant at the time. She wore a little black cocktail dress designed for her bump. Hannah however dominated the scene thrusting her boobs over Grace's smaller rack. Sabrina was left to the side looking like an unknown person.
What made it worse was that Hannah, who was the same height (give or take an inch), had gotten high heels that made her look taller than Sab. Her toned, shapely leg was also covering Grace's bump. In another picture with Tom, back when Sab was dating him, Hannah had shown why she had lost Tom. She had stuck her E cup rack into Tom's chest and had her knee almost touching his cock! For good measure she had put her hand on his chest, someone who didn't know would think they were fucking! She saw herself in that picture with a grin that was forced and a fire in her eyes that hadn't burned out yet she realized.
In another picture Hannah stood in the middle. Her enormous rack doing the work that Sabrina couldn't quite match. She remember that dress, it was almost sprayed on, it was tight that she could barely breath. Her boobs were squashed together and yet Hannah dominated the center of the picture. The final two were mirror selfies that Sabrina had taken. Despite being her phone she had to fight again to get into the picture. Hannah dominated the middle, even Grace seemed pissed at her. She had her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder, Sabrina had to lean in at an angle just to get her forced grin in the frame and Hannah stood there. Her fake tan, her fake tits, her fake blond hair and if she could get leg extensions she could.
On display, with her bimbo grin, was her surgically enhanced chest again. Sabrina went through loads of dresses as Max's knot and the cursed collar kept Hannah tied up. She tried a dress that started at deep red and went down to yellow, it was trying to replicate the colors of the sunset. Her favorite color had always been green but Tom had loved her and by extension in red. She had a red dress that enhanced her cleavage and showed off her marathon toned legs. But it just reminded her of Hannah and it made her even madder. Hannah had copied that dress and started wearing it every fucking time she was around Tom around.
She got a scarf top that wrapped her breasts together but was tied in the center. The she got some tennis shoes and pair of ripped black jeans. She was ready for the party. Sabrina tested the knot, with a simple pull the scarf came down and it exposed her breasts. She went to the party, without standing in Hannah's shadow she felt so much more relaxed and free. Sabrina saw Tom and her nipples stiffened against her scarf.
Tom approached Sabrina, aware that they had been ex's for two years.
"Where's H?" he asked after greeting were exchanged.
"She's tied up at the moment." she added blandly.
"But you came?' he asked.
She glared at him.
"We aren't joined at the hip Tomas. Nor am I her shadow."
"Sorry, just asking." he put up his hand.
"Did you try texting?" she tested.
"Yes" he frowned "She isn't responding which isn't like her."
He looked at her, he knew that she was pissed at him dumping her for that "sissy white bitch". Tom had a feeling that something had happened to Hannah and Sab wasn't going to tell him.
"Well I am just as much in the dark as you." she drank her wine.
"You must get really excited when she bends over." she muttered into her wine.
"What did you say?" Tom asked frowning at her.
"It's a long engagement is all Tomas, what is the holdup?"
"She wants to try and become an actress before having a family."
"So, it must be frustrating you and Mrs Palmer until she decides you can hit that."
"Something you want to say about Hannah, say it to her face." Tom growled.
"Oh I did and more, which may be why she chickened out of this party but-"
"Weren't you dating that soccer player? Hose, whatever his name."
"He got deported so I am single at the moment."
She leaned in rubbing her chest against his broad abs.
"That is the most you will get out of Hannah, until she decides otherwise."
"What do you proposed?"
She gave him an address.
"One night stand, no one needs to know, no one will care."
"Where is Hannah?"
"Not here...but you and I are."