Something revealing for a trip to the movies

That pile doesn't look very big. There doesn't seem to be enough material present for a whole outfit. You lift the top item and find that your girlfriend has provided you a black miniskirt, a cropped black top and a rather frilly black bra. Oh, and a thin black collar too. Trish leans back against her seat and holds up one hand, a pair of short black heels dangling from her fingers and smiles lecherously at you.

You take in the selection, particularly the lack of panties, and say "Trish, I can't wear this. I mean alone some of this stuff is racy, but all together it's... well it's kind of slutty. And that collar - I don't even remember us getting that, but doesn't it scream 'I love blowjobs' to you?"

"It's not that slutty. Besides, you will look amazing. I can't wait to show off my lovely new girl on my arm. And hey, I love that collar almost as much as I love your blowjobs."

You're running your fingers over the smooth fabric of the skirt, trying to remember what it looked like when you tried it on earlier today. "Wait - show me off where?"

"Babe, you have got to get used to being a girl. You need a crash course in girly, feminine, sexy, raunchy and everything. A trip to the movies is a perfect way to... expose you to all that." She pats your leg softly and adds, "I'm prepared to make sacrifices and do my part to get you used to being a member of the fairer sex."

"Seriously, every guy there is going to look at me."

"Yeah," Trish pats your shoulder, "they will. And soon enough you'll love it. You're super hot, you've got to get used to every guy and some girls checking you out."

That pep talk sort of helps, but you're still feeling weak kneed when Trish gives you a naughty smile and says, "I'd hurry up if I were you. It won't be too long before the windows start to clear up. Unless you want to go for round two?"

And that's how you found yourself at the movie theater, dressed in skimpy clothes that look like you're trying to pick up johns, your pussy bare to the cool evening breeze. You're uneven on your feet so you have to cling to Trish for support. No amount of begging could convince her to take you home or get you something else to wear. You quite literally offered to suck her off in exchange for a longer skirt, but to no avail. The best you managed was some more tissues to clean up with.

Trish looks excited, almost beaming with pride, as she leads you boldly into the crowd so she can get the tickets. You stand there in the line, trying not to look totally embarrassed as nearby guys trip over the little posts and railings. You even notice a few dudes, not content with one look, who come back for a few passes. Your perky bottom is probably the favorite - the little black skirt clings to it like a plastic film.

The young guy at the cash trips over his tongue trying to deal with Trish. It's your fault - you can't even help it. Distracted as you are you just keep shifting from foot to foot and fidgeting with your clothes, particularly your collar and your bra straps. You're not used to either, but finally you realize that to everyone else present you look like you're horny as hell - you're doing all the things girls do when they want attention from a guy.

You were paying so little attention that you don't even know what movie you're watching when Trish leads you to the movie theater proper. She finds you a good set of seats, though with such a short skirt you take great care sitting down. There aren't that many people here, so you guess it's not that popular a movie or its been out for a while.

While the trailers are still playing Trish slips an arm possessively around you, her hand wrapping around your exposed midriff to rest on the edge of your flat tummy. When the movie starts you find out it's one you've already seen - a movie about a bank heist, fast cars and faster women. It got panned by the critics but people went to see it anyway for the excitement, silly plot or no.

This time around you notice how hot the guys are too. Sure the girls are sexy as anything and you'd still give your eye teeth to sleep with any of them, but now you are noticing all the hot dudes who aren't just big, muscular and manly but also find constant excuses to rip their shirts or show off those guns. Trish 'helps' by rubbing your exposed skin and using her nails to tease your breasts right through the fabric of your bra. You wind up with rock hard nipples, a fact she comments on just as one of the heroes of the film finally throws his latest catch onto a bed and, predictably, tears off his shirt.

The next time some sculpted abs appear on screen Trish goes further, surprising you by sliding her hand up under your skirt. Desperately horny you take so long to protest that she's already fingering you and rolling her fingernail against your clit by the time you try to stop her. She's got great timing - just as you try to slow her down a booming male voice from the movie tells his latest love interest - a corporate spy - "you know you want it, tell me it ain't so!" Since it's a movie of course she undoes a catch and lets her dress slip to the floor.

'Hollywood - fuck! Girls aren't that easy' you think to yourself. Of course you yourself are gripping the armrests and trying not to moan like you're in heat. But girls in general aren't like that, right? As Trish continues her **** on your slit you shudder and another part of your mind says, 'Yeah, most girls aren't like that - guess that makes me a total slut'. And it's with that thought that you cum, hard. Trish is ready and slaps a hand over your mouth to keep you from letting half the theater know.

After that she gives you a naughty grin and gets to work cleaning up your dripping cunt with some more tissues while you lean back in the chair and recover.