The dress

She decides that the dress is the better way to go, extremely sexy, but still with a certain measure of class. All the better to take charge and really make him work for it. She slips on the slinky red dress, admiring the way it clings to her body in all the right ways, the way it flashes her thigh when she moves. She decided that whichever outfit she wore, she was going without underwear. Something about doing that always made her feel so naughty, and tonight she definitely wanted to feel naughty. She paired the dress with a pair of sexy red 5" peep toes. And after giving herself one final look in the mirror, grabbed her clutch and headed out the door.

When she arrived at the restaurant, a nicely upscale place, she entered and quickly spotted Michael. He wasn't a bad looking man, nothing particularly special though, but he was dressed in a nice suit, so at the very least, she knew he could afford to buy her dinner. She walked up to him slowly, swaying her hips to attract everybody's attention. She knew how great she looked in this dress, and made damn sure as many people as possible noticed her.

Her date stood nervously, discretely eyeing her, trying hard to not be too obvious about staring, Upon her reaching the table, he moved towards her, gently taking her hand. His palms were sweating! He was even more nervous than she thought! She smirked ruefully at him, yes, she was going to make him work for it tonight, she wanted to make him suffer. Sitting down, they engaged in a bit of small talk, him showering her profusely with compliments, her accepting them, appearing bored, openly looking around the restaurant at the various other men, just to tease and torment poor Michael.

After dinner, she looked at him across the table and contemplated. Should she continue with this, or should she just call it a night, prolonging the pathetic guy's torment even further?