Attention (M+m+f, exh, mast)

by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com)

Summary: a girl discovers a way to get lots of guys to notice her



Initially I felt a bit self-conscious as I began walking through the market 
in my new dress.  With a mid-calf length it’s not like the dress is really 
short, I have plenty of dresses which are shorter; and it’s not exactly 
low-cut either.  What made me self-conscious wasn’t that the dress was 
revealing; what made me self-conscious was the fact the back of the dress, 
from just above my butt all the way up to my neck, is completely open.  After 
a while, though, I got used the having my bare back completely on display.  

The biggest difference I really noticed while walking through the market was 
that my back felt warm from the sun and then a little cold every time there 
was a gust of wind.  Beyond that the only other difference was noticing four 
or five guys following me around; as opposed to the usual one or two: not 
exactly a significant change.

Walking home from the market I was kinda pissed off.  I was a little mad at 
myself for having spent so much money on that new dress.  Mostly, though, I 
was mad at my friend Selena for lying to me: she had very specifically told 
me that if I wore a backless dress I’d get lots of attention from guys.  And 
what did I get: maybe a sunburn on my back.  Not even one guy asked me out, 
asked for my number, asked my name, or even approached me; that backless dress 
was useless.

Then, a few minutes after leaving the market, when I was about halfway to my 
house (technically my family’s house), “Nice dress baby,” a guy on a scooter 
said in a teasing tone as he sped past me.  Well I suppose that meant there 
was one guy who noticed me; not that talking at me while speeding past on a 
scooter is exactly getting attention.

Once I got home I went straight to my bedroom.  After kicking off my sandals, 
I took off my new backless dress.  I heard my own voice say, “Oh my god…” as 
I glanced at the back of the dress.  I couldn’t believe my eyes: there were 
literally dozens, plural, of little globs of pearlescent white goo all over 
the part of the dress which had just been covering my butt and legs!  

After laying the dress down on the bed, back-side up, I grabbed the phone and 
quickly called my friend, “Selena, its Daniella; so I was just at the market, 
wore my new dress.”

“You got attention from lots of guys, right,” Selena’s voice came through the 
phone.

“None talked to me,” I paused for a fraction of a second, “But there are like, 
I don’t know, forty…maybe more globs of white goo on the back of the dress.”

“Told you that dress would get you attention from guys…forty globs: that’s got 
to be like six or seven guys: nice,” Selena declared.

I reached out and touched one of the globs of white goo with the tip of my 
finger before replying, “The goo is gross: it’s like sticky and slimy and 
kinda warm…”

“So guys are disgusting,” Selena said before explaining, “They spray the goo 
on girls they want to do sex to.”

“Oh…” was all I could say in response to what I’d just heard.

“Its lots less messy when they do sex to you’ cause it goes into your cunny,” 
Selena said before suggesting, “We should like totally go to the market 
together tomorrow.”

“Sounds good,” I replied.