I manage to make it through the rest of my day without anymore weird encounters with Kevin. As soon as the clock strikes five, I grab my purse and leave a still-messy desk behind. I have to meet Anne in just a few hours and I have no time to waste.
I realize on my way home that I still don't know what I'm going to wear. What do you wear to amateur night? Does it even matter? It's just going to be stripped off anyway, right?
I have several little black dresses. I could easily pair any one of them with stilettos or knee-high boots to give me a sultry look. I'm not sure, though. Somehow, those seem too predictable. I want to do som
ething different. I want to do something that's going to make me stand out. I want something that's going to make every person in that club remember me.
I pull into my driveway and hop out of the car, punching the button to lock it as I hurry inside my house. My clothes hit the floor as soon as my door is closed. Then I'm racing up the stairs to my master bathroom so I can wash, shave, and soak in the tub before I have to go.
I start the water and pour in way too much bubble bath. It's not long before the tub is filled to the brink and I sink softly into the water, feeling my stress, anxiety and anxiousness about the night beginning to melt away.
What am I going to do tonight?
I lean my head against the back of the tub, allowing myself to drift into a world of fantasy, excitement, and dirty behavior. My hands start to roam my body a little more freely tonight. Controlling myself at work was harder than it should have been. Thinking about dancing in front of a crowd, swinging my body around a dance pole, peeling my clothes off layer by layer... I was soaking wet all day.
And now I deserve a little fun.
My fingers make their way down to where I really want them to be. I stroke my pussy, feeling its soft folds beneath the water. I picture the way the crowd is going to look tonight when they see what I'm hiding. The front row is going to be filled with eager eyes and I'm not surprised when I picture Kevin looking more eager than anyone else.
What will he do when he sees the way my skirt falls to the floor?
How will he react when he sees my shirt gently drift away?
When I'm standing before him in just my bra and panties, what will he do?
Will I be good enough that he'll throw a few dollars down, hoping I'll come over?
Will he reach up, trying to get a touch?
What about when the panties come off?
Will he get hard thinking about the way I bounce my ass on stage, wiggling it in his direction?
I'm so close to coming just thinking about showing off for him, but I don't. Right before the moment of explosion, I stop. I peel my hands away. It's better this way. It's better to go into this horny and needy, rather than full and satisfied. It's better to need the rush of stripping down. It's better to need the way people will look at me.
This is the way it should be.
I finish washing my body, shaving my legs, and soaking my stiff muscles in the tub. After what feels like hours, I finally peel myself out of the water and head over to my closet.
It's time to find something to wear.
Chapter Four
The shiny shirt, tiny skirt, and heels I choose are perfect. I twirl several times in the mirror, making sure that my hair looks perfect, my ass looks perky, and my tits don't show completely through the shirt. I have to keep a little bit of mystery, after all.
Satisfied that I look amazing, I finish applying my makeup and grab my clutch. It's time to find out where this place is. I yank out my phone and shoot a text message to Anne.
What's the name of the club?
I place the phone on the counter while I wait for her reply. It won't take long. Anne is like me and never goes anywhere without her phone. I face myself in the mirror and practice making sexy faces. What's going to look best tonight? Should I bite my lip when I slip my shirt off and my tits bounce free? Should I smile seductively? Should I do all of the above? None of the above?
My phone beeps. I pick it up and read her text.
Don't worry about it. I'll be there in ten minutes. Be ready and look slutty!!!!!!
She's driving me? Huh. Usually Anne prefers to just meet me places, but this is fine. This will give us extra time to gab on the way there. Plus, riding with Anne means that I'll be free to go home with some hottie if I need to. Of course, I doubt that she'll actually let me out of her sight long enough to make a choice like that. While Anne is very free sexually, she's also not stupid. She would never let me go home with someone who might turn out to be a murderer.
I head downstairs and out onto the porch to wait for my friend to arrive. One of my neighbors is on his porch and I hold up a hand to give him a little wave. He sees me and a shocked expression crosses his face. He doesn't wave. He just scurries back into his house.