Little Public Stripper
I walked across the nightclub floor, two female friends either side of me. My short red dress looked perfect with my red patent heels, and my ass and g-string showed below the hemline. My skin felt alive, smooth and shaved and tingling, ready for this experience. The matte gloss of my long, black 1950’s style hair style (an expensive, convincing wig) picked up the pink and purple lights of the club, and I felt everything below my waist relax as it prepared for the sexual treat. Eyes were on me,...