Chapter 6

It had been months since I’d bought that dress from China, you know? Cheap, gorgeous, but when it arrived… of course it didn’t fit me. I’m not some porcelain doll, I’ve got curves, ass, tits – a real body! But the dress was way too stunning to just sit in the closet. So, I hit the gym, shut my mouth, and managed to drop a few pounds. And today was the big day!

The company was throwing a charity party, and I’d already planned my grand entrance in that amazing little dress. I went all out: hair, makeup, even some killer fake lashes! I wanted to look drop-dead gorgeous, the kind that makes an ex regret everything and text “Hey, stranger.”

But, as you all know too well, besides the normal issues every woman has with clothes, I still had to deal with Valentina. And, of course, that loudmouth wasn’t gonna miss the chance to torment me right on the day I was finally ready for the party.

So, she started in.

“Trying to look all pretty, huh? But I gotta remind you that you’re going commando?”

I sighed.

“It’s a tight dress, Valentina. Panties would show.”

“So what? You want everyone to see my lips flapping with every step?”

“You’re exaggerating. You can’t see anything.”

“Yeah, I’m seeing those heels of yours, Roberta! And they’re a bit too high, don’t you think!”

I rolled my eyes and kept getting ready. The high heels made my legs look endless, the loose hair gave that “I didn’t try too hard” vibe, but everyone knows I did. I looked flawless. Nothing could go wrong.

Valentina, of course, disagreed.

“Bend down quick to grab that earring on the floor.”

“Why?”

“Just to see if Mr. Ass is gonna say hi to the audience too.”

“Shut up, don’t piss me off, okay? You wanna make your last joke?”

“No, but…”

“Damn it, Valentina! But what?” I replied, already frustrated!

“Pussy catch COVID? ‘Cause I’ve never gone out without a mask.”

I rolled my eyes, but I had to laugh, even trying to hide it.

I left the house and called an Uber. Riding my bike was out of the question – first, because I couldn’t even get on the damn thing in this tight dress, second, because if I did, my ass would be totally on display, and third… I’d probably crash halfway there after cumming from the bike’s vibration straight on my bare legs. So, since I wanted to make a killer entrance, I splurged on an Uber Black. Nothing like a fancy ride to match my femme fatale vibe for the night.

When the car pulled up, I got in like a lady, crossed my legs, and settled into the leather seat.

“This seat’s cold as hell, huh? You know how many dirty asses have been rubbing on me right now?”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Please, be quiet. It’s just me and the driver here, he’ll give me one star thinking I’m nuts.”

“Fine! But look at this shit, I drooled on the leather while I was talking! When you get up, he’ll see the snail trail you left!”

“Valentina, there’s no way you’re touching the seat, chill. I know how to sit.”

“I don’t know, huh… this little dress is shorter than your patience with me.”

I swallowed a laugh and straightened up. The driver, poor guy, had no idea the chaos going on under my dress.

We got to the event, complete with a red carpet drop-off and all. I made sure to step out with my legs glued together and my purse covering me, but it went fine, nobody seemed too interested in me. The party was beautiful, elegant people in nice outfits with champagne flutes in hand. I found my table with my name reserved and sat down a bit to chat with my friends who were already there.

“Sit up straight, fuck! If you spread too wide, I’ll be the main attraction at this party! Tuck yourself under the table more!”

I spent the whole night paranoid. Every move I made, Valentina had a comment.

My friends were gossiping excitedly, hunting for their guys of the night, and of course I was in on it too.

“Girl, did you see that god over at the bar?” my friend said, pointing discreetly at a hot guy, tall, broad shoulders, face like he knew how to wreck a girl.

Before I could answer, Valentina jumped in:

“Better call him over here. Put on your usual slut face and he’ll come running, you already look like one!”

I rolled my eyes and ignored her.

“Why can’t I go over there, Valentina?”

“In that dress? One wrong step and he’ll see the whole menu of what’s on offer.”

I bit my lip, trying to hide the laugh. I nodded to the girls and mustered the courage to go after the bar guy. With every step the dress rode up, no way to avoid it. But off I went, swaying and not used to this kind of outfit at all.

“Roberta! Roberta?”

“I’m getting creamy, you feeling it?”

“Yeah, don’t please.”

“It’s gonna look like you smeared grease and everything’ll slide, imagine if it drips, I’m the type that drips.”

“Then don’t drip, if you start I’m going to the bathroom and shoving a tampon in you!”

“Don’t threaten me!”

“You looked cute at home, control yourself and stop drooling!”

“Baby girl, it’s you who’s horny for him! I just react!”

I got to the bar, gave the guy a little smile, and ordered a drink from the bartender who handed it over quick. I sipped while waiting for the guy to come talk to me. Valentina was huffing in outrage.

“Turn that into a seduction weapon.”

“What the fuck kind of seduction weapon, Valentina?!”

“The hot guy’s been eyeing you since you got here. He’s rock hard.”

I turned my face discreetly and, holy shit, Valentina was right. The guy had that naughty look I loved. A gaze like he knew exactly what to do with a woman, a half-smile that said “I’ve already fucked you with my eyes and I’m just waiting for the right moment.” And the worst? He was heading my way.

I sighed.

“You’re no good.”

“I know. Now make this no-panties dress worth it.”

He looked like he stepped out of a catalog of sexy men, all decked out in a custom black tie, broad shoulders, neat beard, and a walk that screamed confidence. I took a deep breath so I wouldn’t blush like a teenager and, mostly, so I wouldn’t seem desperate to climb into his lap.

“He’s gonna want to fuck you, for sure.”

“You’re making shit up, you haven’t even heard him talk.”

“Woman, I’m literally the part of your body that feels the most horniness, I KNOW when someone’s eye-fucking us!”

And then, he arrived.

“Hey!”

“Heeey!”

“Heeeeyyyy!”

Valentina nearly exploded.

“BUT THAT’S TOO MUCH OF A SLUT!”

I could feel her thrashing inside me, already desperate. And then came the worst.

“Roberta, run. Don’t look down. DON’T LOOK DOWN!”

“Why?”

“IF THAT’SN’T A SOCK IN HIS PANTS, YOU’RE FUCKED! RUN, GIRL!”

But I’d already looked. And oh my God. If that was a sock, the man was hiding a whole pair of football socks!

The guy started chatting with me, but quick I realized he wasn’t the type you could really talk to. What he had in looks, he lacked in brains. He was married, had a ring on his finger, and lied straight up about it.

“ASK HIM HOW BIG HIS DICK IS!”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“I just want info before you make bad decisions!”

I sighed, trying to keep my cool while the guy looked at me with that sleazy smile. But then, I saw the damn ring on his finger.

“He’s married, I don’t want him.”

“Oh, right, now you like women.”

“Stop it, Valentina! Still on that? I just like watching some videos, that’s it!”

“But if it was a woman with a ring on her finger you’d go for it, huh, dyke?”

I stopped, took a sip of my drink, and thought.

“Maybe.”

“AAAAAAAAA! I KNEW IT!”

I rolled my eyes and turned away. Married guy, really, no thanks. But I wasn’t gonna waste the night over it. Time to hunt another target.