Meet His Friends

I waited by him, holding the fabric leash to my collar, as we ride in the lift downward, my revealing outfit grabbing the attention of more than a few people travelling along with us. After a few floors, the lift stops, people get on and off, and I find many of the newcomers turning to stare my way as they get on. I look to my date, Jesse, and see an amused look on his face, clearly enjoying the attention I was getting. He chuckles, looking over at me, and then returns to facing forward.

I know that what I was wearing did not help cover my curves, and aside from providing some creature comforts, left even my more intimate places all but open and exposed to all to see. No matter, I still felt like I owed her for helping me; besides, it should be fun. As I stood there, quietly enjoying the attention, I noted him casually holding the lead to my collar in his hand and found my mind wondering what that could mean for our date.

When we finally got to the ground floor, he smirked and gave my leash a playful tug. I smirked, only to be shocked when he gave it a yank for real, which didn't hurt but was still surprising. As we headed out of the lift together, knowing the whole time what I was wearing would do little to convert my skin. We passed by people, staring, many clearings enraptured at seeing me. All the while, I followed close behind him, keeping the fabric leech loose. He looked back, and smirked, as we headed out the door.

The cool spring breeze rushed by me the moment the door opened, reminding me how little I really had on, but even with me being basically naked, I continued on, feeling goosebumps from my skin, my nipples threatening to poke through the thin, translucent fabric. I looked around as I obediently followed behind my date, quickly noting people staring, smiling and some leering. I turned my gaze straight before me once I noticed a few kept staring even after I noticed, and as we walked to the lot, heard a few wolf whistles aimed my way. I feel my breasts bouncing with each step, forcing myself to remain casual.

He lets me in the car's front seat, and I buckle up as he goes around to the driver's seat, and it does not take long for us to reach a bar ... as his friends greet him, from an outdoor table, I realize I will be even more exposed then I would have expected. As they share greetings, I notice a small number of people there and find myself wondering what I just got myself into. My thoughts are interrupted the moment the car door next to me opens, and he declares, "I want you to meet my new date ..."