Mike, you're going to fucking humiliate me tonight, aren't you? I asked as I stood in front of your apartment door, the heels I was wearing making me feel unsteady.
You smirked at me, your eyes roaming over my body. "Yes, I am, AnnMarie. I'm going to make you do things you've never done before. Things that will make you feel dirty and used."
I shivered at your words, but I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through me. I had never been this bold before, never dressed like this or worn heels so high. But something about you made me want to push my boundaries, to see how far I could go.
"Now, go inside and change into what I told you to wear." You said, your voice firm.
I nodded and walked past you into your apartment, my heart racing as I made my way to your bedroom. I opened the closet and pulled out the clothes you had laid out for me: a tight blouse, a black leather skirt, stockings, and black five-inch pumps. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I could go through with this, but then I remembered the way you had looked at me and I knew I had to do it.
I stripped out of my clothes and pulled on the blouse, the material tight against my breasts. I then slipped on the skirt, the leather hugging my hips and ass. I put on the stockings and then the pumps, wobbling on them as I made my way back to the living room.
"Fuck, AnnMarie, you look amazing." You said as you took in my appearance.
I blushed at your words, but I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through me. I had never felt this sexy before, never thought I could look this good.
"Now, let's go." You said, grabbing my hand and leading me out of your apartment.
We made our way to your car and you drove us to a small strip club on the outskirts of town. I had never been to a place like this before, and I felt a mixture of excitement and fear as we walked in.
You led me to the bar and ordered us drinks, your hand never leaving mine. I could feel the eyes of the men in the club on me, and I couldn't help but feel self-conscious.
"Don't worry, AnnMarie. You're going to be the star of the show tonight." You said, your voice low and seductive.
I looked at you, unsure of what you meant, but before I could ask, you were leading me towards the stage.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"You'll see." You said, a wicked gleam in your eye.
You led me to the dressing room and handed me a small outfit. "Put this on and go out there and dance for the men." You said.
I looked at the outfit, a tiny piece of fabric that would barely cover me. "I can't do this, Mike." I said, my voice shaking.
"Yes, you can." You said, your voice firm. "You're going to go out there and show those men what you're made of. And then, when you're done, you're going to come back here and we're going to have some fun."
I hesitated for a moment, but then I remembered the way you had looked at me earlier, the way you had made me feel. And I knew I had to do this.
I stripped out of my clothes and put on the outfit, my heart racing as I made my way to the stage. The music started and I began to dance, my body moving to the rhythm. I could feel the eyes of the men on me, and I couldn't help but feel empowered.
I danced for what felt like hours, my body moving and gyrating as the men cheered me on. And when I was done, I made my way back to the dressing room, my heart racing.
You were waiting for me, a wicked smile on your face. "You were amazing out there, AnnMarie." You said, your voice low and seductive.
I blushed at your words, but I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through me. I had never felt this sexy before, never thought I could look this good.
"Now, come here and let me show you just how much I appreciate your performance." You said, pulling me towards you.
And as you kissed me, your hands roaming over my body, I knew that tonight was going to be a night I would never forget.