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The Party Girl
by Silk Miniskirt (address withheld)
Originally published in the THC Archive
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A woman is talked into going to a costume party as a
hooker. (MF, reluc, voy, mast)
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The party was really jumping and everyone looked so
fantastic in their costumes. I didn't really want to go
but my girlfriend Gina talked me into it. I didn't have
a costume but she said she would get me one if I came
over to her house first.
She had a costume laid out when I got there. I got a
little nervous when I saw what she had. It was a hooker
outfit, complete with a short skirt and very high
heels! She even had lingerie for underneath, insisting
that it was a part of the costume and I needed it to
make the costume authentic. I'd never worn anything
like this before.
I was so nervous about going out in public dressed this
way. Gina sat me down and did my hair in a real wild
fashion, then did my make-up, putting it on very heavy.
I don't think I would have worn this costume if not for
Gina pushing me. The top of the dress was very low cut
in the front and back, ending in a deep v. The hem of
the skirt came to just below the tops of the garter
stockings. I didn't dare sit down or the skirt would
pull up.
The dress was bright red as was the lingerie
underneath; red garter belt, panties and a silky bra
that barely covered my nipples, let alone hold anything
up. The stockings were sheer tan and the sandal-strap
sandals had 4-inch heels, making it very difficult to
walk.
I was really nervous walking around in this outfit at
the party. It seemed like all the guys were watching
every move I made. I guess in my nervousness I had a
few too many drinks, but it helped to calm my fright.
Gina kept coming by and trying to reassure me that I
looked great, but the sexy outfit and the too heavy
make-up were not my style.
A friend of Gina's, Paul, asked me to dance. I tried to
beg my way out of it, so we talked for a little while.
He was really nice and I began to relax some, finally
agreeing to after a bit. A slow number started as we
got the dance floor and I found myself in Paul's arms,
turning slowly on the floor. As nice as he seemed
before we danced, I found out that it wasn't really
true. He pulled me tighter to him and his hands began
to wander over me in the dim light.
I was really scared and tried to back away from him but
he was too strong. He kissed me tenderly and his warm
hands clung to my ass. I didn't know what to do. I
tried to break away but his probing tongue was
insistent. He slipped his tongue between my lips and
toyed with my tongue, kissing me deeply. My arms were
locked around his neck, making me very vulnerable. His
hands clung to me, sliding smoothly over the soft back
of my dress.
Being on the high heels, I was always a little off-
balance and Paul used that, forcing me to hang on to
him or else I would fall. Paul realized that I was
helpless and decided to take complete advantage of the
situation. I could feel my skirt inching up as his
hands methodically stroked over me. He was exposing me
to everyone!
I tried to tell him to stop but he was kissing me so
hard that no noise came out of my mouth except muffled
sounds. I was afraid to open my eyes. I just knew that
everyone was looking at me, seeing everything under my
skirt. I could hear quiet talking around me as we
danced and caught a few words here and there... "She's
acting the part" ... "What a little slut."
Strangely, this not only scared and embarrassed me, but
it excited me a little too. I didn't know what to
think. All these strange feelings inside me.
Paul increased the pressure as my skirt rose higher,
his hands now on my silk panties tracing the outline of
the garter tabs. His fingers really did feel nice as he
touched me there. It was so wrong but it felt so good!
Then his hand slid up between us and he began to tease
my breasts through the thin material of my dress.
Against my better judgment I let him. My nipple
responded to his touch, growing hard under his gentle
manipulations. The voices kept drifting in and out as
we danced... "I knew she was hot" ... "She never let me
do that" ... "She really is a slut."
I could feel the color rising in my cheeks as the
embarrassment of my situation increased. I couldn't
help myself as I stole a peak through my closed
eyelids. Everyone had stopped dancing and was standing
around in a circle around us as we danced, watching the
wanton display of my private things.
I felt so exposed standing with my skirt pulled up and
all these strangers looking at my lingerie as Paul
touched me and showed me off. Paul's finger slid slowly
into my panties and eased them down around my things.
His other hand pulled the top of my dress off my
shoulders, forcing my arms down to my sides, trapped by
the sleeves.
Breaking the torrid kiss, Paul stepped back away from
me and whispered for me to hold my dress up over my
hips so everyone could see. I felt so helpless as my
hands moved quickly to do what he said. I had no
control over anything I did.
There I stood, my panties pulled down, totally exposed
to everyone around me.
Looking around me, I could see all my friends watching
me. Paul whispered for me to turn around slowly so they
could get a good look at me.
Powerless, I turned in a circle, watching the looks on
everyone's face. I could feel myself blushing deeply,
but something inside me kept saying to do what he said.
My pussy was totally exposed to them and I couldn't
have run if I wanted to with my panties around my
thighs plus the towering high heels. As I ended my
turn, I spotted Gina standing in the crowd, her hands
pressed tight to the front of her skirt, masturbating
furiously.
Suddenly I realized that this was a set up, she had
planned the whole thing! The costume, the booze, and
Paul!
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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