The chill night air was just cold enough to ensure that my nipples would stay nice and hard, leaving them very much on display. The dress left so much of me visible, it felt a little like you were parading me around ***** for everyone to ogle. It barely covered my ***, and my propped up tits were all but spilling over the low neckline…
The car ride over was relatively uneventful. You were clearly - and rightly - counting on the effect of sheer anticipation, leaving me to imagine what it would feel like to be in bar full of people dressed like a slutty hooker.
When we got there and walked in, I quickly assessed the small crowd. There were enough people there to make blending in possible, but I couldn’t help but notice that pretty much everyone closest to us had some reaction to my attire.
A woman sitting next to her friend stifled a laugh, then pointed me out and the two started whispering and giggling. Next to them, a man tried not to look at me, while his wife made no effort to hide her disgust and judgement.
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