Dancer Tonight

God, it’s a slow night, she thought. Her G-string was not
cooperating as she pulled it up her taut thighs. Beside her lay
the lace corset she was to wear. I hate working weeknights, she
grumbled aloud. Fortunately, noone was around, otherwise
Charlie might get wind, and fire her altogether. Noone wants a
dancer who can’t get into the act. She pulled the string high
into the crack of her ass, and admired herself in the mirror. She
ran her fingers down her bare cheeks, and smiled. God, I look
sexy, she thought. The high heels seemed to make her long legs
even more sultry and inviting. Slowly, she stretched, and
watched herself as her skin stretched and pulled. Her breasts
swayed free from any encumbering bra, and bobbed slightly as
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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