A sleezy gambling den

Emma opened her wardrobe. Sean said that the place was a total shithole, though he'd never been there himself. He was downstairs dressed in a satin button up with the sleeves rolled up and enough of the buttons undone to see the top of his chest. He'd suggested to her earlier that she find an outfit with "plenty of cleavage". Easy for him to say. But, she was a school teacher. Most of the time she went to school in long skirts and buttons up that reached her neck. Even most of her dresses for nights on the town were relatively skinless. She had to really dive in deep to find something that would fit.

Still, there was something appealing, about the thought of all the men there being able to see her looking like arm candy.

She found a skimpy black dress that only ran halfway down her thighs, and was cut low enough to show off her breasts. She picked that, some cheaper jewelry, and a simple pair of black high heels. Of course, she also found the right underthings to match the vibe she was going for. A black lace pull up bra to firm her perky breasts, and a matching thong. Then came the makeup. Not too heavy, but there had to be enough to show off a little. When she was ready, she found Sean leaning against his car.

"What part of hurry didn't you get?" He asked, though his tone wasn't harsh. Just preoccupied. Concerned.

"I've never been somewhere like this before." She said. "I didn't want to walk in wearing my teacher's outfit."

"Well, I've been to gambling places before, but not quite one like this. So that makes the two of us." He sighed. The car pulled out of the drive, heading into the city. The sky was getting dark early.