Novel & Cerita Sexy Inmate Costume

Funny enough, none of them were even my real boyfriends. A weird ass thought came to my head. What if this man was taking me to somewhere discreet and punish me? 'Punish you in what way?' Coming from another voice in my head. What other way if not with his dick and probably some BDSM... Wait, Ian doesn't... I gave him a side eye. He sure does look like a sadist. A shiver of excitement and anxiety coursed through me. I had to rub my naked thighs with my palms. Damn, I was even dressed as a submissive, barely covering any skin on my low cut crop top and matching mini skirt.

The room was filthy. Barely lit by a flickering fluorescent tube. The bed was stained. The floor sticky. On a rusted metal chair, a uniform waited for me. A red blouse, too tight. A short skirt with worn-out sequins. Cheap heels. Not a waitress’s uniform. A costume. A cheap prostitute’s costume. The thug tossed the clothes into my lap. “Get dressed. Tonight you’re going to work. And smile, sweetheart.” He said it with the kind of grin that feeds on other people’s downfall.

A collared sub kneeled to the side of the alcove and watched closely. The woman taking the beating sobbed loudly, but Kyle continued to make her dance. "Hi." The sub's voice was soft. Matt looked at the pretty woman dressed in a black leather corset, lace panties, and black thigh highs. She wore more than most of the subs at the club. Matt answered because he knew she wouldn't talk to him if her Dom didn't want her to. "Do you think he'll be up to paying some attention to my friend when he's done?"

Christian had left me a short plaid skirt, white button down shirt, knee high socks, and black leather shoes with matching white bra and panties. The bra was a demi-cup with lots of padding to squeeze my cleavage together and the panties were not much more than a thin slip of material shaped into a thong. To top off the costume I put my hair up in pigtails to look like a proper school girl slut. I began my routine swaying my hips back and forth while walking around the room addressing all of the guys. I winked and flirted as best I could telling everyone hello. By the time I circled back to the center of the room, I began to dance in earnest grinding my hips and pushing my tits to together.

“Okay.” She disappears into the darkness and I stand and wait at my position by the door. I’m wearing my little leather cream outfit. My hair is down and the girls put my makeup on tonight in the staff room. I’m feeling a bit sexy, to be honest. I watch as Simone, one of my new friends, walks past me in her sheer top and her little leather hotpants. She’s about to give someone a lap dance. The song Naughty Girl by Beyoncé comes on, and I watch her slowly walk up to the guy sitting in the chair like she is going to eat him alive. His eyes hold hers and he sits back as he waits for her private show.

And that was exactly why he didn't have his security drag out the shit, but crossed his legs, fiddling with his wedding ring, "I don't run a trafficking establishment, I only..." Xavier never got the opportunity to complete those words, because his eyes caught sight of the strangely alluring stripper who was descending from the top of a pole, and he ceased to breathe. Red one piece corset with a black garter belt and fuck me high stilettos flirted with creamy skin, exotic black hair packed in a ponytail... That pair of creamy generous cleavage, The familiar brown eyes under that lace mask, full lips and long regal nose, Those long sexy legs...

"Ha ha i will do you nothing Kate, but i will make you call my real name not a bitch. Bitch is not my name Kate, i laugh at her, the way I'm looking at her face she look pissed right now." "Oh if you are not a bitch than what should i call you now, "umm.... stripper! yeah that suit you well she said and laugh out loud. You are just a common club stripper and a cheap slut as one, gosh! you look dirty." "I wonder what Lucas see in you. I smile and walk slowly towards her, Kate i'm not a shame of myself one bit. Yes i know i was once a stripper, but i don't fuck my so called childhood friend, you whore."

The other held a black velvet box. “Accessories,” Kim K announced. “Can’t send her out half-dressed.” They worked fast. Body chain first. Thin silver links draped over my hips. Dangled between my legs. Cold metal against warm skin. Then garters. Black lace. Clipped to invisible stockings they rolled up my thighs. Nipple pasties next. Tiny silver stars. Stuck on with adhesive. Barely covered. But enough for the club rules. Kim K stepped back. Looked me over. Nodded. “Pole-ready. Now. Basics.”

Really, Men will do anything for a tight pussy. There was no way she could check the man out to know if he was dangerous. He had used an alias on the website obviously. “We have to get you ready for tonight,” Ella said excitedly. “I could wear my floral gown, it doesn’t look bad,” Stacey said and smiled. “You will not wear anything from your garbage of a wardrobe. For fifty thousand dollars, you pull something out of Ella’s bag. Bring that ass over here, it’s time to clothe it in the glory it deserves”

Sabrina smirked, giving Gemma a side-eyed glance and biting the inside of her lip. Gemma was dressed in a beautiful green set of lace bra and panties. They didn't give her any support whatsoever - the bra was all lace, cupping over her bountiful breasts and just tugging them together enough to make a ridiculous amount of cleavage. Her areolas and nipples could be seen through the gaps in the lace. The panties were similar, hugging her mound. But the real surprise was the garter belt and the dark green stockings it was holding up. Gemma looked like a pornstar, or you guessed pornstars were supposed to look like this when they achieved the look properly.