Suzi Keeps Her Clothes On

Suzi checked her make-up one last time. She wanted it to be perfect. She was attractive enough that it didn’t have to be perfect. It just had to be slutty. If it was slutty, the guys would be all over her like hounds on a bitch in heat, and she knew it. But maybe, if her make-up were perfect, their lust might have that little extra urgency that made her nipples and clit as stiff as little sticks. Besides, she was a little nervous. So she wanted her make-up to be perfect.

She carefully inspected her image in the mirror. Her full lips were flawlessly painted with a glossy hot pink lipstick, so much sluttier than the usual red that she was making herself moist just looking at it. She knew the effect it would have. Any guy with live meat between his legs would be unable to resist fantasizing about her pretty mouth wrapped around it.

Her enormous green eyes were accentuated with thick black eyeliner above and below, long false eye lashes and glittery blue and green eye shadow. Her eyebrows were thin and flawlessly drawn. Her thick, long auburn hair was streaked with highlights of brighter red, teased and swept up, with several strands left dangling in a way calculated to appear random, but actually meticulously planned. And it was decorated with a gaudy bow trailing ribbon, two bright barrettes and several tiny pieces of jewelry. She wore large silver dangly earrings with small, bright purple stones and a choker with three tight strands of pearl and a large heart-shaped stone matching those in her earrings. She wore five or six bangle bracelets on her left wrist, a wide, pale pink and blue striped bracelet on her right and a silver snake coiled around her upper left arm.

While Suzi was not a classic, fine-featured beauty, her strong, straight nose, high cheek bones and wide mouth gave her a sensual, exotic appearance which men loved. But it was her body which turned male heads as if they were swivel-mounted. She was of average height, lean without being skinny, and well-curved without being bulgy. She had long, shapely legs. Her breasts were not huge, but they were perfectly shaped, firm hemispheres, just the right size. And, while they were plump and soft and jiggled just a little when she walked, they never sagged, not even a little. She was fit and toned from top to bottom without appearing muscular. And she knew how to move and stand in all the ways that the boys find most provocative. Though she could never have been a high-fashion model, she was drop-dead gorgeous and cum-spurting seductive.

It was Short Skirt Amateur Contest Night at the local strip joint, Randy’s Red Garter, and Suzi intended to win. The Red Garter’s liquor licence prohibited Sunday dancing of any kind, including exotic dancing. So a local lingerie shop sponsored the Short Skirt Contest every Sunday. The winner got a $25 gift certificate. The rules were simple: no dancing, no taking your clothes off, no professional entertainers. Most of the contestants walked around and struck provocative poses. Some of the girls sang, if they had a good voice, told jokes or displayed some other talent. But the winner was based on the enthusiasm of the audience reaction and mostly the guys liked sexy.

Suzi had always had a tendency to show off, tease and dance a little at parties. She adored the thrill of being drooled over by a roomful of ten or twenty horny men, all fantasizing about fucking her brains out. In fact, she usually did wind up fucking a few of them later, in private. But she had never before put on any kind of formal performance, or even been in a strip club. She hadn’t expected tonight to be much different from flirting with a bunch of boys at a party. In spite of the fact that there was no cover charge on Sunday, Short Skirt Night understandably did not generally draw much of a crowd. But this Sunday turned out to be different. There had been a rumor, false but wide-spread, that Penny Trayshun, the famous porn queen, would be there as a celebrity MC. (In fact, her prostitute sister, Solissa, had agreed to be there, but then cancelled because of a more pressing invitation to spend time as a guest of the county.) So there had to be close to 300 guys sitting at those tables out there, all expecting to be teased and titillated. Suzi, despite her surprise at the size of the crowd and a little bit of stage fright, knew she was going to enjoy satisfying that expectation.

What she didn’t know was how much she was going to enjoy it and how satisfied they would be.

Suzi had such a talent for dressing flirtatiously that she sometimes thought she must have been born wearing tiny, spike-heeled platform sandals. Her outfit that night was obviously intended to instantly stiffen the prick of every man in sight. She wore a tight, bright pink, scoop-neck, cropped tank top with the word “SLUT” in large, block-print lavender letters across the front. But Suzi had torn off so much of the lower portion that only the top half of the letters remained, and you could see the bottoms of her dark areolae and most of her plump breasts peeking out from under the slightly ragged edge of the fabric. Her large, hard nipples made clearly-defined nubbins between what remained of the S and the L on one side and the U and the T on the other.

Her skirt was more than appropriate for the contest. It was pleated, with a lacy hem and featured pink hearts on a purple background in shades to match the top. At five inches, it was also, by far, the shortest skirt Suzi had ever worn. Even when she was standing still, you could see most of her ass cheeks in the back and the tip of her panty-clad love triangle in the front. But when she walked on her seemingly endless legs and the bright pink fuck-me pumps with five-inch stiletto heels, and the minuscule skirt began to swing and float, she put on a real show. It wasn’t hard to see, through her sheer lavender panties, that her pubic hair had been shaven and that, just above her cunt, she had a large tattoo of a flaming heart. As a finishing tongue-in-cheek touch of “innocence”, she wore little white, girlie-girl anklet socks with a wide, frilly ruffle.

The five girls who were competing that Sunday got to use the dancers’ dressing room. After looking them over, the manager chose Suzi to go last, hoping that she could provide a big finish. The crowd, however, had been seriously disappointed by the false rumor and was not in a mood to accept anything less than gaudy, cock-stiffening eroticism. The first four girls were not well received. They were all extremely pretty, even sexy in a clinical way, but lacked the genuine lustiness necessary to grab a roomful of guys by their reproductive equipment and bring them to attention.

When Suzi’s turn came, she still had no real idea of what she’d do when she got on stage. But, ever since she was a teen, she knew what she provoked in men and she enjoyed it and had gotten better at it over the years. She figured she’d come up with something.

The raised stage was smack in the middle of the large room. Leading to it from the dressing room was a runway of equal height. Suzi stood in the darkened dressing room and looked out over the crowd through the open doorway. As the club manager announced her name and the music started, so did the first hint of pleasurable aching between her legs. She took a deep breath and, stepping calmly out onto the runway and into the spotlight, she began her slow strut toward the stage, chin up and breasts thrust out, lanky arms swinging in time with her long deliberate strides, doing the slight cross-over step that expensive fashion models use to stroll down their Paris and New York runways.

The men nearest the dressing room reacted first, beginning with a couple of low whistles, then an appreciative “Wow!” and a loud “WHOA!”. As the response grew warmer, so did her smoldering passion. Before she’d taken a half dozen steps, she was making eye contact and flirting with every male on her long sashay to the stage. Never breaking stride, it was a wink for the bald guy, a kiss blown to the young jock, a come-hither expression for the tipsy executive. Something for every guy she saw. Hard-ons sprouted like spring flowers as she passed, which of course only further fanned her own sexual fire. By the time she reached the center of the room, it was her own little empire. Every man in it was under her spell. They were standing, hooting and clapping in time to the music. In fact, she barely made it to the stage. As she walked the last few feet of the runway, the excited men on either side were beginning to reach for her, to grab her arms and legs and try to pull off her clothes. As much as their desire thrilled her, she decided it would be safer to stay away from the edges of the stage.

At the center of the stage was the strippers’ chrome-plated pole. She grabbed it with one hand and posed provocatively, weight on one leg, free hand on the other hip, in a stance that screamed Hooker! A few more poses: leaning forward with hands cupped under her breasts; reaching down straight-legged to grab her ankles, turn and repeat for he other side of the room; sitting with legs spread, leaning back on one elbow while lifting her skirt with the other hand. The men cheered and whooped and shouted all kinds of suggestions, all very obscene. She had always known she had a certain power over men, but she was surprised and intoxicated by how easy and how natural it had been for her to take control of over hundreds of cranky, horny males and dazzle and bewitch them. At the same time, while she remained calm and controlled on the surface, her own sex-lust was building to a shimmering intensity.

Every member of the audience was standing, as were the members’ members. She now crawled across the stage to the pole on all fours, grasped it with both hands and pulled herself up onto her feet, in a crouching stance, bent at the waist and the knees. She began to slowly raise and lower her ass, as if fucking an invisible lover sitting under her. Simultaneously, she started to lick the pole and mouth it between her lips as if it were some thick, shiny steel penis, while turning in a slow circle round it so that the whole room would get a good look at her. One-by-one, as she turned, she looked into the eyes of the men in the audience as if to say: “Give me a chance and I could do this for you, handsome.” She imagined actually servicing a pair of heavily-hung studs on-stage and how the crowd would react to it and her clit stiffened to a throbbing, pulsing, almost painful rigidity.

As Suzi clung to the pole simulating various sex acts, she began to see the men in the crowd putting their hands in their pockets and surreptitiously massaging their crotches. Within a minute, most of the crowd was doing so. Some of those who weren’t already showed dark, wet stains on the front of their pants. Then, during a pause in the music, she heard it, the low buzz of men unzipping their flies. Most people wouldn’t have heard it, but it was Suzi’s favorite sound, and one to which her ears were especially sensitive. She could hear the quietest zipper from 50 feet away. A fair number of the men had now exposed their erections to masturbate openly.

Seeing what excitement she had brought to the audience took her own arousal to a new level and, suddenly, Suzi’s feverish eroticism burst through her self-control like swollen flood waters demolishing an overwhelmed dam. She spread her legs wide, moved her feet up to plant them firmly on either side of the pole and slowly leaned back. Through her wet, gauzy panties, the guys at the dozen tables closest to the stage could clearly see her jutting, twitching clit and her gaping, hungry love mouth with its swollen, puckered lips. She swung her hips forward to delicately brush her aching lust stub against the hard pole, imagining it to be a goliath’s ten-foot long, two-foot thick boner. Even that slight contact sent a series of shivers through her inflamed body. She drew back, paused and waited, teasing herself for as long as she could stand it before slowly repeating the motion, biting her lip and rolling her eyes in pleasure.

Then she paused again, looked around at the rapt crowd and moaned quietly, but audibly: ” Can’t you see I need to be fucked? Who’s going to fuck me? Don’t any of you want to fuck me?” Two men immediately tried to climb on stage to get at her, but they were quickly intercepted and restrained by the security guard and the bouncer, who had seen what was coming and moved into position to shield her.

Then pressing her crotch gently against the pole and slowly turning around it, fixing one drooling male after another with her pleading stare, she begged quietly: “How about you? Will you fuck me? You there? Is you cock hard like a rock? Is it big? Can you please just stick it in? Pleeeeeeze? What about you at the second table back? Or you? Or the guy in the blue shirt?”

By now, almost everyone had left their tables and crowded in close to the stage. The bartenders, manager, sound man, other staff, even the waitresses, had ringed the stage to stop the increasing number of eager bucks who were attempting to respond to her desperate entreaty. The manager, afraid that the club might lose its license, loudly announced that he would have to stop the show and call the police if anyone else tried to mount the stage or the performer.

But still Suzi continued to slowly turn around the steel shaft, rubbing her clit and pleading: “Can’t you see how bad I need it? Can’t you see I’m going to go crazy if I don’t cum right now? Don’t you want me? Don’ t you want to stick your prick into me? Did you ever fuck a girl’s ass? Don’t you want to?” she demanded, “Don’t you? Or You?” The assemblage of stiff-pricked spectators responded with a growing chant of “Su-Zi, Su-Zi, Su-Zi.”

When she finally saw that the men were enjoying the show far too much to risk it being stopped and that no one was going to break through the staff perimeter and rescue her from her ecstatic agony, she resigned herself to the alternative and closed her eyes and began to rhythmically rub the pole, harder and harder, faster and faster, up and down. Her love juices drooled down the shiny steel rod. She was not so frenzied, however, that she forgot to turn periodically so every man in the aroused mob could see exactly what she was doing.

Suzi settled into a fantasy in which the throng of customers around the stage forced their way through her protectors and swarmed over her, fucking all her holes with huge cocks, several in the same hole at the same time, for hours, until they were all completely drained, leaving her swimming in a slimy sea of sticky man-goo. Somewhere deep in her mind she knew that, in reality, a mob of 300 sex-crazed men would probably tear her to bits. But the irresistible fantasy, and the thought of how close she was coming to actually living it, thrilled her and transported her to an insanely erotic paradise she had never experienced before. She groaned and grunted, sobbed and sighed, whined and moaned with increasing levels of volume and intensity. While porn actresses frequently fake that kind of delirious rapture, no one in the audience doubted for a second that Suzi was for real. They fell silent and waited, mesmerized, for the climax of her performance.

As her orgasm rushed at her like an out-of-control steam locomotive, her trembling arms became too weak to grasp the pole and hold her weight. She fell to the floor and desperately thrust both hands into her drenched panties to grab at her rock-hard clitoris. Arching her back, with her weight on her feet and her shoulders, she bucked like a Brahma bull on loco weed and, as ecstacy spurted through her entire frame, she reached her screaming, shrieking thirty-second finale: “ANGH SHIT ANGH SHIT ANGH SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT AYYYYYY EEEAAAAAHHHH OOOOOOOOO OOOOOOO OOOOOOOHH OOOOOO OOOO OOOO EEEHHHH OOOOOO OOOOHHHHHHH OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHGOD OHGOD OHGOD OHGOD OHGOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD YA YA YA YA YA YA FFFFFFFFUUUU UUCCCCKKK MMMEEEE …… Yeeeessssss”

As Suzi’s last quiet hiss faded, the audience was so dumb-struck by the spectacle and intensity of her show that several long seconds of silence passed before one guy began to clap slowly. Others quickly joined in and a torrent of applause, hoots, hollers and whistles rolled through the Red Garter for a full minute before the “Su-Zi” chant began again.

Meanwhile, too depleted to stand to acknowledge the acclaim, Suzi managed to roll over onto her stomach, raise her butt in the air and wiggle it briefly in gratitude. The appreciative crowd laughed and cheered with renewed vigor. Eventually, the manager clambered up on stage and helped her to her feet. However, unknown to Suzi, when she raised her ass and pressed her chest against the stage floor, her tank top had been pushed up, completely exposing her marvelous breasts. The crowd howled their approval, prompting the manager to quickly cover her nipples and mutter, “Damn wardrobe malfunction.”

Quieting the crowd, the manager then loudly proclaimed “For that stirring offering, Suzi wins the $25 gift certificate to Samanths’ Sexy Slut Salon, located at 275 Main Street and open noon to midnight every day of the year except Christmas and Easter. ‘Shop at Sam’s and get fucked every time.’ ” As he handed her the coupon, he said quietly, “This too” and gave her a small business card. “From the man at Table 42”, he added, nodding toward a table in the darkest corner of the room, near the club’s rear exit. Suzi could make out little more than an uncertain number of dark, motionless shapes around the table.

The card read simply: “Randolph P. Makewater”. And then, in neat hand-lettered print, “Join me for a drink when you have recovered.”

Still weak-kneed, Suzi began to slowly make her way down the runway, back to the dressing room. Despite the fact that the only time she ever took off her high heels was when she slept, she wobbled and almost fell a couple of times between the stage and the dressing room. This time, though, when the men on either side reached up to grab her, it was to provide support, not to try to undress her.

After recuperating for a few minutes, Suzi decided to change her outfit a little: dry panties for one thing. She’d brought along an identical spare pair, knowing she’d need them. She also ditched the anklet socks for a pair of pink, elastic top fishnets which came about nine inches short of the hem of her skirt. And she pulled on a pair of long, pink silk opera-style gloves. Guy love having their cocks stroked with silk gloves. Then she let her hair down, pulled up her bangs and used the ribbon to tie them back on top of her head, creating a sort of fountain effect. And she added a small press-on “jewel” high on her left cheek. She slipped her small purse over her shoulder. It was the short-strapped kind favored by streetwalkers because it could be held tightly under the arm to make it difficult for purse snatchers.

The management had left a flower arrangement in the dressing room. She grabbed a 5-inch white hibiscus with a deep pink eye and placed it in her hair, behind her right ear. Whoever this Mr. Makewater was, she wanted to give him a little different look to keep him interested. As she looked herself over in the full-length mirror she thought You know you’re a real slut when the length of your skirt, the height of your spike heels and the width of the flower in your hair are all pretty much the same…….. Also, I guess, when it says so in block letters across your chest.

She stepped out of the dressing room and carefully descended the narrow stairs from the runway to customers’ level. Table 42 was in the far corner of the room, so she would have to make her way between tables for most of the width of the club. She adopted the same slinky gait she had used on the runway.

There were multiple comments from each of the approximately two dozen tables she passed: “Looking great Suze”; From a customer at a table of four, “We’ve got the manpower. Let us take care of your problem.”; “Why don’t you go home with me, gal, and teach my wife how to do that?”; “Hey, Suzi can you do something about this for me?”, pointing to a distended bulge in his pants; “Hey Suzi, do you take American Express?”

Many of the men reached out to touch her, to stroke her arm or gently pat her ass. More than a few of them reached under her tiny skirt to stroke her panties. She smiled, made friendly, flirty remarks back to them, returned their quick caresses and kept moving. She was a little afraid to think of what might happen if she stopped.

One good-looking young guy called out: “Come out to my car and fuck me if you still need it. I’m big and I’ll do a good job.”

“I’ll be back for you later, stud”, she lied in response. She knew he didn’t believe her. But she also knew he’d wait around for hours, just in case. And he’d have a hard-on the whole time. Eventually, he’d go home and jerk off thinking about her. She smiled a little at the thought

She did, of course, find the sexual banter and flirting to be a big turn-on. And she had always found masturbatory sex to be like Chinese food. As good as it might be at the time, she was always hungry again pretty soon. And now her appetite was recovering quickly. By the time she was half-way across the room her spare panties were no longer dry. And by the time she approached Table 42, there was a noticeable bump and a growing ache under their damp fabric and two stiff protrusions between the letters of her tank top. As much as Suzi enjoyed the display she was putting on, her need for a long, stiff cock or four was quickly becoming so urgent that she could barely control the impulse to leap wildly on the nearest thing in pants.

Table 42’s corner was so dimly lit that Suzi could make out very little until she approached it closely. Then she discovered that it sat alone, on a area slsightly raised above the rest of the club. The three closest tables were empty

As she slowly climbed the three steps, she found that there were six large, lean good-looking men seated around the table: three white, three black, all in dark, expensive suits. Some wore flashy ties which they had loosened. Some wore dark shirts with the top several buttons open and gold chains around their necks. She could vaguely see bulges growing in their pants as the men shifted uncomfortably, some reaching down to their crotches to adjust something. The thought of six pairs of hands caressing and grasping at her trembling body, six sets of lips giving her pleasure and six thick cocks repeatedly penetrating every orifice drove her desire to even higher levels.

“I wouldn’t have believed it was possible, but you’re looking even hotter than when you walked out on that stage” offered one of the men, the oldest of the group, but still fit and very good-looking. The others enthusiastically agreed.

She noticed a large patch of dark moisture near the crotch of one of the black guys. “Looks like someone enjoyed the show”, she purred. As the men introduced themselves (the white guys were Phil, Bud and Randolph; the blacks were Woody, Marcus and Sylvester, who was the owner of the damp pants), she inspected their impressively lumpy crotches, searching for the largest. It was hard to tell, but she decided to try Woody. At least the name was promising.

They offered her a chair, but she gracefully sat on Woody’s lap instead, crossing her legs and draping her right arm around his shoulders. Moving so that her mouth was next to his left ear, she whispered: “Let me introduce myself. I’m Suzi”, and began to suck on his earlobe while her right index finger moved gently around the circle of his lips.

“I am so pleased to meet you” he replied. His right hand gently slid between her legs as she slowly uncrossed them, spreading them wide to give him easy access. His hand slowly but confidently crept into her soaked panties and discovered her swollen, rigid clit. Holding it between thumb and forefinger he gently twisted and stroked it producing a low moan from Suzi, punctuated by quiet grunts. Suzi could feel Woody’s big, rocklike impaler beneath her thighs. Smoothly, she turned so that her back was to him and, keeping her legs spread, planted her feet solidly on the floor. Grabbing his right wrist with her right hand to encourage his attentions to her swollen love button, she began moving her hips in a small, slow rocking motion which ground her ass against his cock. She spread her legs wider and wider, hoping that one of these gorgeous studs would take her desperate hint and bring his heavy equipment over to work on her. But, as she soon realized, she would have to wait.

With her left hand, Suzi now reached for the huge swelling in the pants of the white man in the next chair, who was probably Bud, took firm hold of something thick and hard through the fabric and began to pump it slowly and gently. One of the other black guys, who might have been Marcus, leaned in from the other side, slipped the fabric of her top up over her soft breasts and began to kiss and lick her almost painfully hard nipples. The one she thought was Randolph stood and pressed his mouth against hers. Their tongues danced desperately from her mouth to his and back again.

As the heat, the pleasure, the pulsing tension began to build more quickly, her head leaned back, her mouth open, gasping in delight. Her right hand found another enormous, unyielding cock, she wasn’t sure whose. She grabbed the zipper, freed it and began fondling it expertly.

Randolph was now working one tit, while Marcus sucked on the other and massaged the nipple with his tongue. Woody’s fingers began to delicately penetrate her love hole, while simultaneously continuing to caress her clit. Across the table, she could see Sylvester, his hands out of sight below the table, but obviously stroking himself. She gave him a smoldering stare with half-lidded eyes and pouting lips that silently said: “Don’t sit there watching. Come over here and play with me.”

Then Bud closed in and, reaching around Randolph and under Marcus’ hand, between the cheeks of her ass, his fingers found her tight, exquisitely sensitive ass hole. Slowly and carefully he entered it and her bliss doubled, then tripled. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer now. “Please”, she whined, “Not like this.” Her hips were now swinging relentlessly, up and down, up and down. “Fuck me the right way”, she whispered. “All of you have to fuck me. Fuck me with your cocks”, she pleaded. “Fuck me now. Fuck me here. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me.”

“Not here”, said Randolph quietly. “And not now.”

Across the table, Sylvester shifted his position and pushed back a little from the table. His stiff, black love tool popped into sight. Suzi’s jaw dropped and her large eyes widened. In her most lecherous fantasies she had dared to imagine cocks that colossal, but she had never actually thought that her dreams might come true. The monster had to be fourteen inches long and almost as thick as its owner’s muscular wrist. And it was as rigid and dark as a branch of ebony. The sight of such splendid manhood, the thought that she had inspired its swollen state and the certainty that its entire magnificent length would soon be buried deep within her drove her over the edge of ecstacy. She had teased them from the stage and now they were returning the favor in spades. She was sure she’d get fucked eventually. Might as well enjoy the preliminaries.

Seeing Suzi’s eyes narrow and her agitation increase as her orgasm began to build, Randolph clamped his hand firmly over her mouth. There will still lots of people in the club and, while their corner was dark and isolated enough that few had noticed their activity, her shrieks of pleasure would attract everyone’s attention, which he could do without.

As Suzi’s delight climbed to its frenzied peak, her eyes never left Sylvester’s gargantuan pitch-black cyclops. She couldn’t have pried those eyes away if she wanted to. She focused on it so intently through her slitted eyelids that it seemed to grow and grow until it filled her entire field of vision. The thought of what that oversized slab of black beef would soon do to her, combined with the lustful attentions of six strong, well-endowed men, intensified the electric excitement she always felt when playing the slut, and drove her to a climax nearly as powerful as the one she had experienced on stage. She hardly noticed Randolph’s silencing hand and, as wave after wave of euphoria washed over her, she bucked violently and moaned and grunted a muffled “Uuuummm mmmphhhhhhh, uuumm mphhhhh, uuuumphhhhh, aaaaarrrhhhh, aaarrrrhhh, aaaarrrrhhh, uuuump, uuuuump, uuuuump, uuuuump.”

As soon as the tidal wave of pleasure receded, she became aware of Randolph’s hand and gave it a sharp nip. “Ooow”, he yelped. “I had considered keeping you quiet by shoving my cock down your throat. I guess I’m glad I didn’t.”

“Bullshit”, she sighed. “I’m so sick of not getting anything shoved into me that I’d have paid good money to have you keep me quiet that way. You know, if I stepped down to any of those other tables, I’d get fucked three times in the next thirty seconds, but you guys just want to play teasing games”

“Why not?”, said the one who might have been Phil, “You’re a fun little toy.” Many women would have taken offense at that remark. But Suzi took it as a high compliment. Since the age of thirteen her primary goal in life had been to be the best and most popular boy-toy in the state. It’s not that she thought that sex was the only thing in the world. It’s just that boys and getting fucked by them as often, and in as many holes, as possible ranked slightly higher on her list of priorities than most other things like, for example, breathing. Just then, she noticed Sylvester stuffing his thick sex snake back into his pants.

“Hold on Clarence”, she murmured sweetly, “Not so fast now darling’. Let me have a look at that handsome hunk of masculinity. I think I’m falling in love. Just let me say ‘Hi’, you know, get to know him a little.”

“It’s Sylvester”, he replied.

“Sylvester?” she crooned, moving around the table. The sight of the dark giant had her clit tingling again already. “How cute. You’ve named him.”

“No, I’m Sylvester”, he said as she reached reverently for his king-sized pussy probe.

“Then, who is this marvelous mutant”, she asked as she put both hands around it and bean to tug gently. “Oh, never mind. I’ll come up with my own name. Maybe I’ll just call him ‘husband’, because I think you and I are about to get married.”

Apparently, Suzi was right about the effect of silk gloves on the male organ because Sylvester quickly stiffened and rose once again to his full height.

“I think he needs a little ‘Hello’ kiss”, she cooed, leaning over and running her tongue the entire length of his shaft, from the base to the thick head. “Can’t believe with all that’s gone on here today and this is the first time my mouth has tasted man meat”, she muttered. “Imagine…ME. It’s going to ruin my reputation.”

She nibbled at the distended head with her soft lips, ran her tongue around it twice and then back down to the base. Sylvester shivered visibly and gave a little groan.

“Don’t come yet, love”, Suzi commanded softly. “I’m finally having some real fun.” The insistent throbbing between her legs told her she needed to get well-fucked and that it better happen real soon.

She began to take as much of the black behemoth into her mouth as she could. Most girls could not even have gotten the swollen head in. But, with her wide mouth, she managed that, plus a little of the shaft. It was, however, anatomically impossible to get any of it down her throat It was simply to thick to fit.

So she had to content herself with sucking on the top five inches. For Sylvester, even that was a rare treat. Suzi’s tongue had been pierced and the stud was driving him crazy. He squirmed and moaned and gripped the arms of chair tightly.

She raised her head and began to kiss him on the mouth. “Hold on, honey” she whispered affectionately. “Momma’s gonna make it feel better real soon.”

In one smooth motion she slipped her left leg out of her panties and stepped across his legs so that she straddled his lap, his black tower of rapture pressed gently against the portal to earthly heaven. Suzi looked around, wondering if she was finally going to be allowed to impale herself on a stiff piece of man-flesh. She leaned over to stick her tongue in Sylvester’s mouth and moved her hips gently back and forth to work his cock-head past her cunt lips and into position for her to slowly lower herself onto it. She imagined sliding down his lipstick-streaked cock until his balls would press against her ass cheeks and she would finally experience the glorious gratification she’d been waiting for since she stepped out onto the Garter’s runway.

She pulled back from Sylvester’s lips, held his head between her hands, looked into his eyes, and asked “Do you want a big wedding? Religious or civil?” Then she added reassuringly, “Don’t worry about my parents. I’m sure they’ll like you when they get to know you as I do.” She increased, ever so slightly, the downward pressure of her sweet pussy on his stiff cock and huskily announced: “All aboard the bliss bus.”

She had just slid down his love pole the first fraction of an inch when she felt hands on her ass cheeks, preventing her from going any further. She turned to see Randolph holding her ass up and, once again, frustrating her need to get her cunt stuffed. Her pulsing, throbbing clit felt like it was ready to burst.

“I told you, not here”, Randolph said calmly.

“Right”, she hissed. “Not here. How about out in the alley? Behind the club, where they pile up the garbage? And there are rats? And probably homeless guys and muggers and stray dogs and feral cats? Maybe there are rapists too and I’ll actually get fucked.”

“Let’s see”, Randolph suggested.

“Right”,she said again and grabbed Sylvester by the collar. “And you”, she said pointing at Woody. “And Phil”, she said, pointing at Bud.

“Bud”, he protested.

At the back of Table 42’s little raised area was the hallway leading to the club’s back door. With her panties still dangling from her right ankle she dragged Sylvester, with his rampant phallus sticking out of his open fly, and Woody toward the rear exit. Bud followed eagerly and Phil, Marcus and Randolph were close behind.

But, when Suzi turned down the hallway, she quickly saw that there was a wide, bright red bar across the door.

“Fire exit” explained Randolph. “Go out that way and you set off the alarm. And, in under three minutes, we have every emergency vehicle in town in the parking lot.”

In desperation, Suzi threw herself face first against the corridor’s left wall, stuck out her ass and whined: “Just fuck me here. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my ass. I don’t care which. Just stick it in me right now, right here.”

“Or, over here”, said Randolph, opening a door on the right wall.

“Storage”, he explained.

If Suzi had taken a moment to look around the filthy storage room, she would have seen, among other things, broken tables and chairs, cases of empty bottles, rusty tools, lumber scraps, empty pizza boxes and beer cans, stacks of old newspapers, a large pile of what appeared to be used cat litter, a fair number of ugly insects, some dead and some not, a lost-and-found full of unclaimed clothing, mostly women’s and mostly undergarments and, roughly in the center of the room, a broken-down old couch with no cushions. In fact, all she saw was the couch.

Sylvester, as eager as she, lept for the couch, where he unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants down around his knees and sat down, stiff-cocked and ready. His imposing impaler didn’t have to wait long. By the time he was seated, she straddled him, face-to-face, again, her mouth pressed to his, madly thrusting her tongue at his, moaning, whining, sobbing, wailing her fervent need to be stuffed by his immense, inflexible organ. Again she positioned his humongous head between her slippery lips. Suddenly she paused and looked around, suspicious that someone or something might again cheat her of the nirvana she knew waited.

Instead, she was happy to see that all five of the others were busily getting undressed, mouths open, drooling, watching her and Sylvester intently, obviously hoping to have a little fun themselves. Randolph drew her particular attention. He had his shirt off already and, although he appeared to be the oldest of the group, he had an impressive physique. Captivated by the rippling muscles of his chest and arms, she mused If what he’s got between his legs is half as imposing, I think I’m in for a good time.

Turning back to Sylvester, Suzi cupped his face in her hands, stroking it gently with her silken gloves. As frantic as she was to satisfy their mutual craving, she needed to retake control of the situation, savor the wonderful moment and tease herself and Sylvester just a little more before they allowed their still growing, pent-up passion to go pyrotechnic. She leaned forward slowly and nibbled his lower lip, all the while delicately caressing the head of his hard rod with her sweet love lips. Her clit was so bloated it felt as big as her thumb. It buzzed and vibrated and nearly exploded every time it tenderly brushed Sylvester’s pillar of passion.

“Don’t worry about your folks either, honey bunch”, she whispered in his ear, “They’ll come to love me when they see how very, very happy I can make their son.”

“Come on, girl”, she heard Randolph urge quietly. “Stop yakking and fuck the poor guy. He can’t wait all day. Can’t you see he’s a desperate man?”

“Got that right” muttered Sylvester, grabbing her at the waistband of her tiny skirt and pulling her down to skewer her on the top half of his shaft.

Simultaneously, the newly-met lovers gasped their pulsating pleasure. Reflexively, in one quick motion, Suzi immediately forced herself down to accommodate the rest of his enormous organ. And when its head pressed hard against her cervix, she burst into an instant, overwhelming climax. It didn’t creep up on her or build gradually. The raw lust she had held back with such difficulty suddenly just dropped from the sky and plastered her, like a boulder landing on Wiley Coyote.

As one wave of bliss after another rolled over her, she impaled herself repeatedly on his love lance, at first just wailing inarticulately. After a few strokes, she managed to quickly force out: “Please don’t come yet.” She continued to jounce up and down, hoarsely pleading “Please” each time . “Please, Please, Please, Please”, she begged in time with her downward thrusts.” Her juices streamed along his dark pole and spread out over his thighs.

Sylvester was in agony. He wanted to do what she asked, but the aching throb in his loins was more powerful than anything he had ever experienced. Mind over matter, he told himself. He closed his eyes and did his best to ignore the fact that a ravishing sexpot in heat was bouncing up and down on his overstimulated shaft. He thought about football and work and the ugliest girl in Providence, Rhode Island and it worked. Eventually Suzi was spent and stopped shrieking and grunting her joy and sat still on his lap, looking down at him with fond gratitude.

Bud and Woody had positioned themselves on either side of the copulating couple in the vain hope that Suzi would favor one or the other or both of them with a throat massage. But things had all moved way too fast for that and, in fact, she never even saw them until her frenzy receded. When she finally did notice them she said: “Sorry boys. Didn’t mean to ignore those handsome lady-killers.” While, at 11 inches, neither of them measured up to Sylvester, they were still immense compared to the average man.

As she reached out to stroke their cocks and they groaned their appreciation, she leaned over and whispered to Sylvester, “I’m sorry boyfriend. But the more I’ve touched and looked and just been around that wonder of nature you hide in your pants, the more desperately I’ve needed to by fucked up the ass by it. Still with me? Good, because here comes the big finish.”

She raised herself off his cock slowly, avoiding any sudden move that might set him off, and turned 180 degrees so that her back was toward him, switching hands with Bud and Woody without breaking rhythm. Eagerly, she poised her teensy puckered ass hole atop the swollen head of his titanic, steel-stiff pillar of passion. It stood so tall that, even perched on her 5-inch heels, she had to stand straight-legged to get him in position. Expertly, she relaxed her sphincter muscle and eased the tip of his slippery monster into the back door to her house of rapture.

She leaned back slightly and supported herself by grabbing his arms just above the elbows. She turned her head and whispered huskily to him: “Has any other girl ever loved you enough to do this?” “I swear to God, Clarence, I’ve never done this with any other man”‘ she lied. “I’m only doing it for you because its my wifely duty to fuck God’s gift to women every way I can think of.”

“Sylvester”, he grunted between clenched teeth.

She began to pump her hips up and down in a slow, gentle motion, taking him slightly further up her ass with each stroke and squeaking her pleasure at each new penetration. As her ass worked its way down toward his lap, she released his arms and braced herself first against his thighs and then the cushionless couch. Her tank top had worked its way up under her armpits and Sylvester tenderly rolled a sublimely sensitive nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.

Bud and Woody now took turns holding her head and thrusting themselves ball-deep down her throat. Suzi thought she must have been born without a gag reflex. Taking a cock all the way down her windpipe was as natural for her as unzipping a stud’s fly with her teeth. She sucked and licked and stroked the two men out of force of long habit, but her attention was focused on working Sylvester deeper and deeper into her exquisitely tight and sensitive rectum.

The other three men had gathered in front of the group on the couch and were salivating at the sight of her bright, provocative tattoo, her engorged clit and cunt lips and her tiny, hungry, honey-dripping pussy rhythmically opening and closing like the mouth of a fish out of water. As Sylvester neared maximum penetration, she let out a long, slow moan of immeasurable pleasure, muffled by the presence of Bud’s big girl choker. And then, when he withdrew to pass her mouth over to Woody, she began to beg.

“Please, I need one of guys to suck on my clit. Right now…. I need you to suck really hard ……..please ….please ….PLEASE! ……Please Phil…Please Woody….please ”

“I’m Woody”, said Woody and, turning her head, thrust his stiff poker into her mouth and down her throat.

“I’m Marcus”, said Marcus lowering his head to her oozing love nook and nibbling gently on her clit.

Suzi pulled back from Woody looked down at Marcus and whimpered, “No, damn it, suck on it. Suck as hard as you can.”

Then, looking over Marcus’ head under lowered lids at the two men remaining in front of her, she realized that Randolph’s rod was still in his pants.

As Marcus began to do his job and the heat of her passion spread away from her crotch in all directions she stared at Randolph and moaned “Show me what you’ve got, stud.”

“Sure you’re ready for this?” Randolph replied. “It’s..uumm…a little different.”

“Just take it out and let me see it”, she pleaded.

He slowly unzipped, reached into his pants and pulled out a hard-on that Suzi at first thought must be some kind of a joke, a dildo or a prosthetic devise. It was the most adorable, glorious, thrilling thing she had ever seen, but it was too big to be real.

“It’s real”, he said.

“Sweetums”, she groaned to Sylvester, “We need to talk divorce.”

Randolph was at least an inch longer than Sylvester and noticeably thicker.

At the sight of the magnificent piece of man meat, Suzi immediately imagined being sandwiched between Randolph and Sylvester, both fucking her at the same time, and that thought drove her to almost instant orgasm. She suddenly convulsed and began pumping her ass up and down on Sylvester’s dark piston like the world’s sexiest engine while her climax swept her up like a tornado trashing a Texas trailer park and swirled her to seventh heaven. She moaned and shrieked and screamed her bliss, again imploring Sylvester not to come and never looking away from the answer to her prayers, Randolph’s monumental rigid manhood.

Sylvester clenched his fists and nearly bit through his lip to keep himself from spurting his sperm deep up Suzi’s butt.

When the room finally stopped spinning around her, Suzi gave Randolph her best pout and demanded, “Why didn’t you show me that leviathan before now? How long did you think you could hide a world’s record in your pants?”

“I was saving it for a surprise”, he answered. “Besides, if you’d seen it earlier, you probably would have jumped right on.”

“Ya think?” she answered sarcastically.

“Yeah, and maybe you could have taken it but, for most girls, that would be a pretty dangerous thing to so. I’ve done some unintentional damage over the years, so now I let Clarence here go first to stretch the girls out for me. And sort of grease the skids, you might say.”

“Sylvester”, he mumbled. But it was hard to understand him because he was his lower lip was still firmly clenched between his teeth.

“Hang in there, angel”, she purred. “Just a little longer. It’s just that as soon as I saw Randolph’s sweet cunt-buster, I knew I needed to get double-penetrated by the two of you right away. But just thinking about it got me too excited and I jumped the gun again. I promise, promise, promise you can cum this time. And I’ll change my mind about that divorce if you don’t insist on monogamy. I just need you to turn around and get lengthwise on this couch.”

Without disengaging Sylvester and Suzi turned 90 degrees to the left, so that he was lying on the hard base of the couch, where the cushions should have been, and she was on top, his cock still embedded in her rear passage, her left leg bent and her high-heeled foot on the couch, while her right foot was on the floor. As they maneuvered, each little motion elicited groans and gasps of pleasure from them both.

Suzi reached out with her right hand and began gently stroking Randolph’s bloated rod. Each time the silk of her glove touched him, his cock shivered and twitched. She turned a little and, grasping him with both hands, pulled him up onto the couch and between her fishnet-clad legs. She spread her knees even further, which of course forced her ass cheeks together a little tighter and provoked a loud sigh of delight from Sylvester.

Randolph stared appreciatively at her stiff-again clitoris and little pouting, pulsing orifice, which stared back at him, desperately begging to be stuffed. He reached down and began to gently massage her clit between his thumb and first two fingers. She moaned softly and responded by grasping his gigantic organ more tightly and slowly rocking her hips in a small, almost imperceptible motion. Sylvester, of course had no difficulty recognizing her movement and reciprocated with his own slight thrusts.

Another way to know you’re a real slut, she thought, is when you’re desperate to get fucked by a cock that’s almost exactly three times longer than your skirt. But let’s not forget about the other guys. There are four stiff cocks in the room getting no attention at all from me. That’s not polite.

She looked over at Marcus. “Phil?” she asked.

“Bud” said Marcus.

“In your dreams”, said Bud.

“Whoever you are, your tongue and lips are magic and you deserve a big wet reward.”

She put her head back on Sylvester’s right shoulder and opened her mouth wide. Marcus got the idea. Straddling Sylvester’s head, he slowly fed his rampant erection down her throat until his balls bounced against her nose. He groaned and grunted his excitement as she wiggled her studded tongue against the underside of his shaft. She held him in there, sucking and making mouth-love to his 10-inch pole for a full 30 seconds until he was just about to explode and she ran out of air. Then she pulled her mouth away, and gave him a few seconds to calm down before repeating her sword-swallowing performance.

Meanwhile, Randolph was positioning his magnificent cock to penetrate her little cunt. Kneeling between her long legs, he pressed his head against the door to her treasure house, teasingly moved it up and down between her love lips and put the huge, bulbous cock-tip half-way in. Suzi gasped and moaned and momentarily had to take Marcus’ prick out of her throat. Looking up with fond and eager anticipation at Randolph, she said, “I’m so glad we found each other. We’re going to be real happy together, the three of us, you me and Clarence.”

This time, Sylvester did not respond. In fact, he hadn’t heard a word she said. The rising tide of his excitement had crested long ago, and it took every speck of self-control he had to hold himself back until this gorgeous creature who held him prisoner in her ass hole was ready to allow him his ecstatic release.

Tilting her head back to look Marcus’ rigid member directly in its one eye, Suzi lectured with mock sternness, “And you, you naughty boy, you come back here immediately”, and greedily reswallowed the swollen, eager cock. Randolph began thrusting slowly and gently to gradually bury himself deeper and deeper in Suzi’s snug nest. He embedded his whole head and then withdrew completely, hesitated a second, and pushed back in a little further and then out again.

The first time he pulled out, Suzi experienced a distant panic, as if he might stand up, pull his pants on and walk out the door. But then she realized that it was his way of tantalizing them both and building the pleasure. And it was working. Each time he pressed the head of his shaft against her wet, stiff cunt lips to reenter her, they rubbed against her hard clit, further stimulating it. By now, he had that little lust button vibrating and twitching like some kind of tiny, crazy electrical toy.

Sylvester, meanwhile, despite his struggles, was bravely doing his best to contribute to her building euphoria, coordinating his thrusts with Randolph’s, pulling out a little when he thrust in, sinking in to the balls again when Randolph retreated. The sooner the two-man tag team could bring her to orgasm, the sooner he could finally enjoy his own. And he did plan to enjoy it. But for now he had to carefully keep his prods slow and small so that he didn’t drive himself over the cliff of bliss too soon. He had been poised there, looking down, his penis pulsing with pleasure for nearly half an hour now, ever since she first took him in her mouth at Table 42. He didn’t want the additional stimulation to hurl him into the abyss before he could provide the sweet vixen writhing on top of him with another climax.

At some point, Suzi barely noticed when it was, Phil and Bud positioned themselves within her reach, one in front of the couch, the other in back. She instinctively reached out, grasped them firmly and skillfully began to fondle them. With her head back and Marcus parked down her throat, she could not see them, of course. And if she could see them, she certainly would not have remembered their names. But she really didn’t care whose pricks she was handling, as long as they were long and hard and worshiping at her shrine, all of which they were.

Woody was left to his own devices. But one of the boys was bound to be left out, and he was content to take in the show, stroke himself and wait his turn. It obviously was not going to be long.

Randolph’s ardor was now growing quickly. Despite her extensive experience, Suzi’s vagina was not loose or stretched out of shape. It was amazingly elastic and could expand to accommodate almost anything she wanted to put into it. But, when empty it always reverted to its original taut state. As a result, the further Randolph pressed into her, the tighter her pussy gripped him and the more intensely he felt the pleasurable sensations shooting through his lumbering love machine. When he got about half the way in, Suzi began to squeeze every time he tried to withdraw, so that he could move in only one direction – further and further into her. Through the thin membrane separating them, he could feel Sylvester’s stiff cock. He hoped they weren’t rearranging any of her major organs, but he suspected she didn’t mind taking that chance.

The pleasure pangs from her sensitive little anus and her hard tingling clitoris spread warmly through her entire lower body, overlapping each other, forming an accelerating positive feedback loop and sending the needle on her personal passionometer higher and higher toward “overload”. Randolph’s insertion had been long, slow and delicious. By the time he finally had her fully impaled, her A-bomb orgasm was armed and ready for detonation.

She could no longer minister full-time to Marcus with her mouth. She urgently needed to apply a very large number of wet, frenzied kisses to someone’s, anyone’s, mouth, cheeks, ears, chin and neck. Strange as it may sound, she sincerely thought of herself as deeply romantic. She needed to kiss. She needed to probe a man’s mouth with her tongue and to have the exploration returned. She needed to nibble his lips and his ear lobe with her lips. And she needed to press her mouth against his and mingle their sighs and moans. She might know a guy for only 30 minutes, fuck the shit out of him and never see him again. For those 30 minutes, however, she was probably passionately in love with him. But if that’s as long as it’s going to last, why bother to learn his name?.

Marcus didn’t need much more attention anyway. She could already taste the first drops of his cum. So she left him on his own for a few moments while she smooched desperately with Randolph. She then stroked Marcus and Phil while kissing Bud, switched to fondling Bud and kissing Phil, then back to sucking on Marcus while hand-jobbing Phil and Bud. She had no rule against being in love with several guys at the same time. She even worked in an upside down mouth-to-mouth for Marcus, although he preferred another use for her lips.

Often enough, intense muzzling would trigger her climax, and this time she could tell it was about to set off a megaton blast.

“Everybody ready?” she gasped.

“Oh yeah”, groaned Marcus.

“Count me in”, croaked Randolph.

All Sylvester could do was grunt, but she took that as a “Yes”.

She leaned back and Marcus slid into her throat again. Her whole attention was focused on the two massive hunks of rock-hard male flesh thrusting in and out of her lower orifices and the throbbing heat spreading quickly out from them. She closed her eyes tightly. Sylvester, only a hair’s-breadth from climax for so long, immediately began spurting huge globs of goo deeper inside her rectum than any man had ever previously been. His potent pulsing stimulated both her active imagination and her supersensitive sphincter and immediately set off her thermonuclear thrill-ride.

Suzi felt as if she were propelled skyward by a stupendous, scorching shock wave. Her arms shook, then stiffened. She gave up her hold on Phil and Bud as her wrists bent back and her fingers spread as widely as possible. Her legs trembled, gave out and splayed awkwardly. Her head rolled wildly side-to-side like a Pentecostal at a camp meeting. But, when her moaning, shrieking cry of joy attempted to burst loose, it was heavily muffled by the deep insertion of Marcus’ large girl-gagger.

For Marcus, the vibrations of her attempted howl of bliss and the side to side motion of her head were all he could stand. The aching in his eleven-inch fuck pole burst into burning ecstacy. He seized Suzi by the back of her head, pressed forward to get his cock the last tiny fraction of an inch into her mouth and began lunging forward with his hips and spurting huge wads of thick cum somewhere deep into her throat. Happily for him, years of experience (and one very unfortunate incident involving her high school math teacher) had taught her to suppress her youthful instinct to clench her teeth when she came. Even before the powerful pulsing completely subsided, he sensed Suzi was running out of air and he withdrew. His last large spurts shot directly into her open, gasping, grunting mouth and rolled over her soft, shiny lips and down her cheek.

Randolph, meanwhile, was reaching the peak of the sex mountain. So, just as Suzi, after more than 25 seconds of euphoria, felt like she was coming back to reality and down to earth, Randolph’s large-caliber cunt gun began its rapid-fire assault on her cervix. The heavy pulsing of his huge cock stretched her labia and shook her clitoris and ignited a second chain-reaction nuclear explosion the equal of the first. But this time Marcus’ big muffler was not in place to keep her quiet. For another 30 seconds she screamed and squirmed and dug her spike heels into the floor and the couch and her nails into Randolph’s back. Only the fact that those nails were sheathed in silk saved him from needing stitches.

When the lights stopped flashing and the room stopped spinning, Suzi’s eyes rolled back into her head and she sank into a balmy, comfortable state that enveloped her like warm, perfumed bath. But she was roused after only a few seconds, when Randolph and Sylvester pulled out of her and their semen gushed from her openings like two small streams from mountain springs. As Randolph rose up onto his knees and backed out from between her legs, she braced herself on the couch, lifted her weight off of Sylvester and turned to her right to allow him slide out from under her.

She sat facing the room and there in front of her were Woody, Bud and Phil, waiting patiently with their snuggle-soldiers still at stiff attention.

“How sweet, you waited”, cooed Suzi. “Hold on just a sec. Be right with you. Just let me put myself together a little. Don’t worry. I won’t let you go limp.”

She quickly stuck a classic girlie mag pose: legs spread, hands behind her back, chest thrust out.

The three men whistled, growled appreciatively and stroked themselves enthusiastically.

“Anybody got a clean shirt?” she asked.

Marcus tossed her one.

She stood, turned her back to the three expectant men, spread her legs wide and leaned over placing her left hand on the couch on the couch and thrusting her firm, round ass in the air, assuming another classic pose. The men again expressed their approval.

Suzi then reached between her legs, Marcus’ shirt in hand, and mopped between her legs, down her thighs and across her bottom, wiping away as much of the cum as she could.

She turned around and sat down again, legs crossed and threw it back to Marcus. “Sorry”, she apologized. “Didn’t see anything else in the room clean enough to use. It will be like new once you wash it, probably”.

“Anyone seen my purse?”, she asked.

It was within reach on the floor, where she’d dropped it in her furious scramble to stab herself with Sylvester’s love saber.

“A girl’s got to look her best, doesn’t she”, she commented, pulling out her mirror.

She carefully inspected her make-up, then sensuously reapplied her lipstick, without wiping away Marcus’ sticky joy-juice, which drooled thickly from the corner of her mouth and down her over chin, where a long, stringy drip stretched to her breast. As she rearranged herself one thing she did not do was pull her tank top down to cover her breasts. Nor did she take it off completely. She had always believed that a half-dressed woman was much sexier than a naked one. Dishabille was her most sincere and effective fashion statement.