Remove the dress

The music is too loud to hear him, but she doesn’t need to hear his words to be able to understand the gesture he makes. With a flick of his hand upwards, and mouthing of the word ‘dress’ Lucy knows full well what he wants her to do; remove her dress.

Even after the way she has displayed herself to him and anyone else looking, the idea of taking her dress off, and so leaving her so much more exposed, fills her with nerves. She glances around the dance floor, seeing so many sights far beyond just dancing in her underwear, but it doesn’t help reduce her fear of it.

She looks back towards daddy, seeing him watching her intently, smiling at her, waiting for her to obey. And she knows she will, she knows she will do anything for him, however scared it makes her feel right now. He continues to look at her, never showing any impatience as she delays completing his command, never repeating himself, he just waits for her to be ready.

She already has one hand holding the front of the dress around her waist, so its a very simple matter to let her other hand take the hem from around the other side of lift this up as well. All the time she continues to dance to the changing music around her, but whereas a moment ago the back of the dress was swishing around her thighs as it moved with her, now there is nothing to cover her lower body, and instead as she rolls her hips to the music, everyone is getting a perfect view of her bum, covered only by the slinkiest of thongs.

She knows her face must be bright red, she can feel the heat of her embarrassment course through her as she dances and peels the dress slowly upwards. Her toned stomach is uncovered as she lifts higher, her hands now holding the hem around her shoulders. As she carries on, the dress covers her face, and she smiles to herself as she feels slightly better that no-one can now see her face.

But that is only briefly as she starts to stretch her arms above herself, pulling the dress up. She feels as the soft material of it runs over her bra, revealing it like she has revealed everything else now. She attempts to keep up the pretence of the dance as she struggles to free the dress from her head but she is sure no one will mind her missing a beat or two. And then her sight is restored, and she sees him still sitting there, watching as she slides the dress over her arms, leaving her in nothing but her underwear and shoes as she continues to dance for him in the middle of the crowded club.

He holds a hand out, gesturing for her to hand him the dress, and she accepts his offer, taking the small step forward and dropping it over his outstretched hand, leaving her hands free to do as she pleases. Quickly he slides the dress over the back of her chair, and then again returns his full attention to her.