by Carrie
I opened my drawer and took out a pretty cream silk lacy trim camisole bra top. I slipped off my black tank top, did away with my bra, turned and around and showed him the camisole. “What do you think?”
If he needed to take in my big tits, okay, fine, but I had asked him a question. “What do you think?” “Of the camisole?” “Yes.” “Well, uh, I don’t know if that’s….” There was this look in his eye and it wasn’t what you’re thinking.
I had another idea. I unzipped my jeans and slid them off. I was wearing a nice sexy lacy skimpy string panty with just a hint of ruffle and with a lovely matching pink panty bow that went vertical down my derrière. He said, maybe a little too forthcoming, “You look pretty in panties.” I said, “Thank you. Follow me.”
I opened a closet and showed him about 50 different kinds of jeans some for evening wear, some for a picnic. He thumbed through a few but still wasn’t impressed. I said, “How about another dress?” “No. Nothing could top what you wore before.” Then I had a flash.
He stared at me, “What?” “I could go like this.” He seemed a little confused. He hesitated, “But…?” “But what?” Then he smiled. “Go for it.” I reminded him, “It’s not me to do this, but I think you have to shock people to bring them back to their senses”
He said, “I understand what you’re trying to do and I think it will really set you apart, not that you need to, but in this case Cassidy has to be shown who’s boss.” I said, “You know, you can really think like a girl.” He wasn’t too sure how to take that. I told him, “That’s a compliment, silly.”
I took him over to my shoe closet and grabbed a pair of high heeled 3 inch gold Jimmy Choo sandals, “Come with me.” We went back to my dresser. I took out a matching very sexy panty waist with garters. He handed me my stockings which I showed him in another drawer.
I slipped into my Jimmy Choo’s and stood before him. “What do you think now?” He stared at my breasts, swollen and full. If he was turned on so would everyone else be. I said, “Let’s go.”
We went down the hall and entered the ballroom. We were royalty. We took center floor and danced away. I did my Go Go dancer moves: knee up right, knee up left, as I shook my waist and arms bouncing two beats on each foot to the rhythm of Escape.
Girls were paying attention to me but the real action on the dance floor was Sandra who was getting felt up by a stripper. She could barely make eye contact with me, unless her sighing qualified.
Her blouse was open and the stripper had his hands deep inside her. He was really enjoying her and Sandra looked like she was about to float away. She was one girl I didn’t expect to go that far.
Neither was Anne who was being put on the “table”. Her stripper slipped off her panties and hung them on a thin pole attached to the table, which I thought was odd until I realized that there were other girls’ panties on it.
I told my stripper what I thought about the collection of panties stacked on the pole and he said, “But don’t you think it’s correct when a girl gives herself up that she notifies everyone else?” I didn’t understand what the hell he meant.
He said, “Everyone should know that she’s been taken.” I knew what he meant. It was a flag of sorts, a symbol of a girl’s submission. And I imagined myself having my panties taken off and being put on the pole and then me being put on the table, my legs drawn back wide with his hard cock touching my vagina and then it slipping deep inside, full, warm, and ready to unload.
I felt weak, immobile, dazed at the notion of this. He took my hand, steadied me and whispered, “I want you to take off your panties….”
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 175
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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