Curtains for Jon

As Jon sauntered through the curtain, his heart was still racing from the thrill of the dance floor. It had been a long time since he had felt so alive, so free. He had always loved dancing, ever since he was a child. It was a way for him to escape the mundane world and enter a realm of pure joy and excitement. Dancing that evening had brought him back to that feeling of childhood innocence, an unadulterated expression of movement and freedom.

But now, as he stood naked except for his high heels, a man dressed in a suit approached him with an offer to continue dancing. Jon hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided he needed a break. He didn't want to spend his entire vacation on one activity.

That's when the man suggested cleaning the building next door. Jon had always been a neat freak, and the idea of tidying up was actually quite appealing. And the outfit the man handed him was perfect - black with white trim, short and cute with a matching hat and gloves. It would be a change from the outfit he had just worn, but it was just as practical, which he liked.

Piece by piece, Jon dressed himself in the outfit, relishing the feel of each garment against his skin. The black thong, the padded bra, the ruffled petticoat, and the short dress that barely covered his bottom. It was all so alluring, so seductive. It was the perfect thing for a young man like Jon to wear for the task ahead of him.

As he sauntered over to the building next door, Jon felt a sense of peace wash over him. The music and the dancing had been exhilarating, but there was something comforting about the simplicity of cleaning. And in this outfit, he felt powerful, like he could conquer the world.