“You know Ty?”
Roxie giggled.
“Child, I’m Ty’s better half.”
I tried not to gape. “You and Ty are married?”
“Did you think that chocolate bar of a man was walking around single?” she said, waving her finger in my face.
I hadn’t really thought about it at all, actually. But now that I did… “No, I suppose not.”
“Mmhmmm,” she said and thrust the pile of clothes at me. “Get your skinny butt in the back and try some of this on.”
I hurried toward the back, stopping to glance inside the makeup case, hoping to spy some body shimmer powder.
Only this wasn’t a makeup case.
It was full of… um… personal massagers.
One of them was so big and bumpy looking that I was sure there was no way in hell anyone could think it felt good in there.
After that thought, I spun away and ran behind the curtain where the dressing room was.
Half the stuff in the pile I brought back here I couldn’t figure out how to put on. A few pieces were entirely see-through and one was made of what I strongly suspected was fishing net. Those all stayed on the floor.
I realized a stripper had to look sexy. I realized a stripper had to be desirable and entertaining.
But this stripper had her own ideas.
As I dug through the clothes, for some reason the image of my ex-boyfriend flashed through my memory. You’re nothing but a tease, he’d taunted me the day I confronted him about spreading rumors about me through the entire school. I don’t know why my brain decided to bring that up at this moment, but I was sort of glad it did… because it gave me an idea.
An idea that I sort of already tried out and it had worked.
If it worked once, then why wouldn’t it work again?
I smiled at myself in the mirror and pulled out a couple things from the bottom of the pile. I held up a black bustier with a black zipper right down the front and nodded my head. I piled it on the round ottoman in the dressing area and laid out black thigh-highs and garters to hold it up. Then I fished around until I found a pair of black panties with little patches of black lace all over them.
It was sexy as hell, it left a little to the imagination, but at certain angles, I had no doubt it gave a little peek. Then there was the zipper… I could have all kinds of fun with a zipper.
Next I pulled out a silver bodysuit. It looked like a simple one piece bathing suit except right over the breasts was purple star-shaped see-through material. It had a sheen to it, and when I moved the outfit, the stars caught the light and shimmered.
I wondered how revealing it would be, so I hurried and put it on, then turned to look at myself in the mirror.
Shock made me do a double-take.
The material was thick and tight. It held in all my curves, smoothed them out, and the soft cups acted like a push-up bra and gave me some hella cleavage. You could see a little bit of nipple through the stars, but I supposed it wasn’t totally embarrassing.
It was very high cut around the thigh and when I turned to look at my butt, I gasped a little because there was more see-through purple material back there. In the shapes of hands. It looked like someone was grabbing my butt.
“I want to see something!” Roxie demanded.
I pulled the curtain back and strutted out and put my hands on my hips. “What do you think?”
“I think you have to buy that,” Roxie said.
“Chiillld,” Honey sang, coming from the front. “I got something for that.” She appeared seconds later with a deep-purple wig. Before I could protest, she slid it down over my head, tucking my dark hair up underneath and smoothing it out.
She made a tsking sound when she pulled back to look at her handiwork.
I turned and looked in the mirror. The wig hit me at my chin and curled under slightly. There was a heavy row of bangs that fell just above my eyes. My blue irises
Roxie giggled.
“Child, I’m Ty’s better half.”
I tried not to gape. “You and Ty are married?”
“Did you think that chocolate bar of a man was walking around single?” she said, waving her finger in my face.
I hadn’t really thought about it at all, actually. But now that I did… “No, I suppose not.”
“Mmhmmm,” she said and thrust the pile of clothes at me. “Get your skinny butt in the back and try some of this on.”
I hurried toward the back, stopping to glance inside the makeup case, hoping to spy some body shimmer powder.
Only this wasn’t a makeup case.
It was full of… um… personal massagers.
One of them was so big and bumpy looking that I was sure there was no way in hell anyone could think it felt good in there.
After that thought, I spun away and ran behind the curtain where the dressing room was.
Half the stuff in the pile I brought back here I couldn’t figure out how to put on. A few pieces were entirely see-through and one was made of what I strongly suspected was fishing net. Those all stayed on the floor.
I realized a stripper had to look sexy. I realized a stripper had to be desirable and entertaining.
But this stripper had her own ideas.
As I dug through the clothes, for some reason the image of my ex-boyfriend flashed through my memory. You’re nothing but a tease, he’d taunted me the day I confronted him about spreading rumors about me through the entire school. I don’t know why my brain decided to bring that up at this moment, but I was sort of glad it did… because it gave me an idea.
An idea that I sort of already tried out and it had worked.
If it worked once, then why wouldn’t it work again?
I smiled at myself in the mirror and pulled out a couple things from the bottom of the pile. I held up a black bustier with a black zipper right down the front and nodded my head. I piled it on the round ottoman in the dressing area and laid out black thigh-highs and garters to hold it up. Then I fished around until I found a pair of black panties with little patches of black lace all over them.
It was sexy as hell, it left a little to the imagination, but at certain angles, I had no doubt it gave a little peek. Then there was the zipper… I could have all kinds of fun with a zipper.
Next I pulled out a silver bodysuit. It looked like a simple one piece bathing suit except right over the breasts was purple star-shaped see-through material. It had a sheen to it, and when I moved the outfit, the stars caught the light and shimmered.
I wondered how revealing it would be, so I hurried and put it on, then turned to look at myself in the mirror.
Shock made me do a double-take.
The material was thick and tight. It held in all my curves, smoothed them out, and the soft cups acted like a push-up bra and gave me some hella cleavage. You could see a little bit of nipple through the stars, but I supposed it wasn’t totally embarrassing.
It was very high cut around the thigh and when I turned to look at my butt, I gasped a little because there was more see-through purple material back there. In the shapes of hands. It looked like someone was grabbing my butt.
“I want to see something!” Roxie demanded.
I pulled the curtain back and strutted out and put my hands on my hips. “What do you think?”
“I think you have to buy that,” Roxie said.
“Chiillld,” Honey sang, coming from the front. “I got something for that.” She appeared seconds later with a deep-purple wig. Before I could protest, she slid it down over my head, tucking my dark hair up underneath and smoothing it out.
She made a tsking sound when she pulled back to look at her handiwork.
I turned and looked in the mirror. The wig hit me at my chin and curled under slightly. There was a heavy row of bangs that fell just above my eyes. My blue irises
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