Melanie Gets Back to Avery

Avery took another glance at her cell phone. It had been a week since she last spoke with Melanie; her ‘interview’ to get into her circle of pleasure girls. Even though the meeting felt like a success, Melanie wouldn’t give her an opportunity right away. Avery was beginning to think event organizer was having second thoughts about letting her in because of the story she was going to write about it. Those worries were unwarranted though when, at the end of the week, she got the text.

“Meet met at the multipurpose room in building C”

Avery had questions, but there was no response. Was this where Melanie did her get togethers? What was she supposed to wear? Was this another test? She was going to have to find out the details when she got there. Seeing as there was no time included in the message, Avery had to assume she was supposed to meet up there right away. Fortunately she was done with classes for the day and was headed back to her dorm room. She dropped her books off and headed out. She was tempted to tell her roommate where she was off to in case something bad happened to her, but then she realized she was going into this thing expecting to have sex, so it wasn’t like she was going to get ****. There was a tinge of anxiety knotting in her stomach as she thought this over. She was willingly entering a den of debauchery, fully expecting to be defiled in one manner or another. She wondered if she was really OK with the idea or maybe even excited… the journalist bit her lower lip and thought to something naughty before heading over. She stripped down and removed her bra and panties, taking a quick look at herself in the mirror.

Brushing her hair through her fingers, she sized up her body. She definitely thought she was fuckable, so hopefully whoever she ended up with would be happy with what they got. What happens if she was rejected? Does Melanie have contingency plans for that sort of thing? Every wondered if she would have to seduce her suitor even though this was supposed to be prearranged. The anxiety began to churn her stomach some more. Her game wasn’t exactly on point these days. She had a pretty steady boyfriend back in high school, so she never really needed to talk anyone up all that time. They split up when she started uni and had been so focused on her studies, she’d never really gone out looking for guys.

Guys just need to see some skin and they’re all yours, she tried to reassure herself. She held her small breast together. They were on the line between a B and C cup and even though she did like the look of them in proportion to her body, she was self conscious of guy’s general preference for larger tits. She kneaded the sensitive mounds of flesh in her hands as she stared in the mirror. Her nipples were already hard, she was probably moist down below as well.

Suddenly she thought of her roommate. What if she came and caught me rubbing myself in front of the mirror? She would freak! Avery immediately reverted to a shy state, not wanted to deal with that awkwardness. She quickly gathering up her clothes and pulling them on. Her idea was to head out without underwear since she probably wasn’t going to need them anyways. She wasn’t so bold as to go streaking just yet.

A second thought occurred to her. Maybe she should wear a skirt instead. The naughty thought made her grin mischievously. She dug through her dresser until she found something suitable. A simple summer dress with flowers. Avery stripped against and put it on. It was light and airy, good for the springtime weather. As it settled on her form, she could see her nipples protruding underneath the thin material. She synched up the waist and spun herself around. She revelled in how the skirt whipped up and then continued to spin until it hugged her hips. This will do nicely, she thought.