Saoirse's Fashion Show

The Annual Clearwater Fashion Show always arrives once a year, right after exams. Those with aspirations of fashion design stitch and stick whatever mad designs they've planned into colorful, elaborate outfits, while those with aspirations for modelling as well as those with the beauty (or the narcissism to assume they have said beauty) prance around the stage, strutting and showing off their outfits.

Normally, you couldn't give less of a shit about things like this. Fashion's hardly an interest of yours, and while sitting in the audience and watching the most attractive girls show off would be normally quite a big interest of yours, it's hardly worth the hours of sitting around, getting all hot and bothered without the chance to masturbate. However, Saoirse's invitation, sealed in a red envelope with a wax seal, and signed with a kiss, hardly leaves much ambiguity regarding what's going to happen

"My little Jacqueline, come to my room for 4:00 today. I have a special little outfit waiting for you. Today's the perfect day to show off just how far you've come. Love," the letter reads in a sparkly, pink writing that screams of elegance and grace.

A tingle runs through your body, especially your cock, as you read the letter, your cock stiffening in your pants. Quickly you head up the stairs, eager to see what little outfit Saoirse has picked out for you, and to see what fun shall unfold.