“That looks amazing!” J said to Donna. The way your corset lifts your breasts like two scoops of vanilla ice cream makes we want a lick.” Donna offered a sinister chuckle, and secretly hoped the men (and women) at the club would feel the same way. The girls were having a nite out, and were ready for some excitement. In addition to Donnas’ black, satin corset, she also wore what appeared to a size too small pink miniskirt that stretched and hugged every inch of her ass. It left very little to the imagination; actually, if you looked close enough, you could see the embossed Victoria’s Secret pressing through from the lettering on her thong. Completing her outfit was a pair of 5 inch patent leather stiletto’s, with a long pointed toe, reminiscent of the devil’s hoof… a sign of things to come perhaps.
Donna and J had the last of three shots of Jaeger before leaving Donnas’ house and heading to the club. The drive down Kalakawa Ave. was pleasant. Always is in the balmy night air of Hawaii. The humidity was thick, and she smiled as she remembered the new product for her hair J had given her. She also felt a twinge in her stomach as she flashed back to how good it felt when J ran her fingers full of product through Donnas’ hair; both were naked after showering…
Turning the Sebring convertible into the parking lot of Level 4 was always fun for Donna. “I wonder who will be here tonight” she mused as she scanned the area for cars she knew. Walking up the dimly Palm tree lined path to the club’s entrance; she saw the car of a new friends she had been chatting up at the gym. His name was Rob, and he reminded her of an older Colin Farrell. Her grin blossomed into a smile as she thought of tonight’s possibilities...
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