A little club dress

Your hand returns to the safety of the bathroom with a bag containing a few items. You pull them out one at a time, finding yourself left with a pair of absurdly high spike heels, two roll-up fishnet stockings, and a minidress. Or, more accurately, a micro-dress. As usual Jacob doesn't seem to think a girl as hot as you needs to cover up. While it's flattering how much he seems to enjoy showing you off, it's a new experience for you to go completely without underwear. Even back home, where you'd slept around quite a bit, you'd worn a thong. Never a bra, but at least not see-through materials or peek-a-boo outfits.

Leaving the shoes for last you slip on the fishnets, then turn to the dress.

"Wow," is all you can say when you pick up the dress. It has to be the skimpiest outfit yet that Jacob has selected, at least judging by the lack of material. The red color is nice, but as you hold it up you see it's a gauzy material. Not see-through, exactly, but a bright light will probably shine through it easily, making it obvious that the hem of the microskirt stops just below your engorged pussy lips. The top is a little better, being a scoop neck that scoops all the way down to where your pubic hair should start, leaving your back uncovered and most of your front. The red material falls from around your neck over each breast, growing from half-an-inch thick at the neck to maybe three inches, if that, over your obviously erect nipples.

"At least the skirt's clingy, so it won't flare. But I bet it'll ride up with every step," you mutter, giving a few movements. As expected the hem rises, quickly exposing both the bottom of your slightly red and bruised ass, as well as you inflamed pussy, glistening even in the dim light. Bruises on your inner thighs are completely obvious. The top does just as poor a job of hiding last nights activities. A pair of hickeys, some scratches, and several bruises show on either side of your little breasts, more showing with each movement as the top sways back and forth, making you moan as the soft fabric glides like a caress over your sensitive, abused nipples.

Looking down at the shoes you realize there's one more item. Normally you wouldn't be excited at the thought of wearing a thick choker, but with the obvious hickeys on your neck you can use all the cover you can get. It's a little too tight, like a hand slightly clenched around your throat, but it hides one of the hickeys admirably. To finish you slip your feet into four-inch fuck me shoes with sharp stiletto heels. Thankfully you've been getting plenty of practice at walking and dancing in these kinds of shoes lately.

"You're lucky I owe you for last night, Jacob," you mutter, though if you were being honest with yourself you've grown quite aroused lately at the thought of being exposed. It probably started when Jacob told you that the floor-to-ceiling windows of your corner apartment were tinted, meaning you could do anything and no one would see. With both your bed and your exercise pole in the corner there were dozens of apartments outside your windows that could theoretically see everything you do in your bed. Considering how often Jacob fucked you there it was a good thing the windows, clear as they seemed to you, were only clear on your side. You'd long since given in to his urgings to stay naked when home. In fact gyrating against the retired old stripper's pole was probably a highlight of your day. You worked that thing like a true pro, nearly cumming at the thought that dozens of eyes could be fastened on your sweating, naked body.

Thinking about being seen in next to nothing already has you breathing heavy. Or maybe that was from the near-fucking moments ago. Remembering that you realize you'd only smeared the cum into your skin, not cleaned it up. Reaching for a towel you hesitate, thinking how you could be pressing your body against Jacob's, a stranger's cum pressing into his shirt-front without him knowing it. Before Jacob you'd loved kissing your boyfriends with a mouth that had just tasted a stranger's sperm, or fucking them with a stranger's load oozing around their dick. This was about the closest you'd get to that experience with Jacob and you decided to leave the cum alone and look at it as a blessing. The various marks from last night, however...

"I'll need to do a little camouflage job," you murmer, wincing at the site of the hickeys and bruises and scratch left from your many lovers the night before. Tugging out your make-up kit you choose the color closest to your tan skin color and set to covering up the evidence as best you can. You'll have to make sure Jacob settles for blowjobs or doggy-style tonight.

Finished with your body you rush through your face, knowing that Jacob will be impatient by now. Fortunately he likes make-up and so you've become quite adept at applying it, even in the heavier amounts he prefers. In no time you're wondering what to do with your things.

"I guess I'll leave them and pick them up when I come back," you mutter.

One last look around confirms that, sadly, this seems to be it. Figuring that Jacob might have wanted to save something for when he was there to watch you head out the door a little slowly, getting used to the heels that are a little taller than you're used to.

"Hi babe," Jacob greets you from within his car, leering into your cleavage as you lean over to look in the window.

"Hi, you looking for a good time?" you flirt, winking before adding more quietly, "How do I look?"

"Do a twirl so I can see."

Suspecting he just wants to ogle you some more move in a slow circle, wiggling your hips and bending over to emphasize the lack of panties.

"Damn that's hot," he says, motioning you into the car.

You smile, climbing in. The skirt rides up, giving the sidewalk full view of your pussy. Fortunately there's no one else there to witness it before you close the door.

"Mmm, you're wearing that perfume. All over?"

"Uh, just up top," you say, suddenly remembering the bruises. "I left it inside."

"That's okay, it's strong enough that it's already doing its job and making me horny."

"Oh really? What job is that?"

"To make me horny. It's supposed to be a strong aphrodisiac, make you and the men around you horny as hell."

"Wh-what? Why?" you gasp. Why would he want men around you horny? And why would you need the help?

"Well I thought it'd add spice. You know, holding off our desires all evening until we can't resist anymore. Just a little spice, you know. Besides..." he gives you a slightly grim look and you sigh.

"I know, I owe you for last night. Sorry, I'll really make it up to you" you say, ducking your head.

Nodding he starts the car, grinning a bit.