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| photo Roger Hyland |
The music started and I realised I would have
to strut onto the small stage in my shiny six inch heels and tight fitting blue velvet gown, perform a routine and strip
down to my jewelled G string.
‘Good luck,’
breathed Val. ‘You look fabulous.’
But could I really
pull this off? Suddenly, almost before I
knew it, the compere had announced the arrival of Miss Scarlet Blue and I was on
stage, throwing my head back, shaking my new long, silky hair seductively. My hips moved with a fluidity I never knew I
possessed, as I performed my slow, simmering striptease, the emphasis very much
on the tease. I peeled off my long black opera gloves, finger by sensual
finger, before slowly unzipping my gown and letting it fall to the floor, to
reveal a deep crimson boned corset, and black stockings and suspenders. The
tightly laced corset maximised my voluptuous cleavage and peachy arse and as a
roar went up from the crowd, my confidence increased. I began to soar, on a high, as Miss Scarlet
Blue shook her ample booty and pouted provocatively at the admiring onlookers. And there, in the front row, was Harry, rapt
with attention, unable to take his eyes off me, as the corset came off to
reveal my sparkling nipple tassles and glittering G string. Finishing off my act, I threw him a cheeky
glance, watching his face for a reaction.
He gazed back, and I could tell he was consumed by lust with a capital
L. Although I smiled I felt a strange mixture of anger and excitement.
But
it wasn’t over yet and after Miss Scarlet Blue had left the stage I went over
to him, trembling, determined to take it further. By now, he was sitting in a corner, drinking
whisky with a group of men. This wasn’t
going to be easy, standing so close. He
was bound to recognise me. But on the
other hand, the lights were low, and Val had done an amazing job with the
make-up and wig. Still enjoying my new
persona, I flirted with him as he invited me to join them for a drink. He flirted back, to my annoyance, trying to
charm me with his small talk and dark, sexy eyes.
‘Would you like to
go somewhere more private?’ I asked nervously, in the huskiest voice I could
manage.
(continues tomorrow) Related posts:
http://elizabeth-cage.blogspot.co.uk/2014/04/precious-orchids-day-1.html
http://elizabeth-cage.blogspot.co.uk/2014/04/precious-orchids-day-2.html
http://elizabeth-cage.blogspot.co.uk/2014/04/precious-orchids-day-3.html
getting a little hotter and more intimate!
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