Champagne bubbles crown my flute. Rock dancers whirl. Costume party pulses. Corporate drag, but I’m owning it. Air hostess uniform hugs tight. Skirt mid-thigh. High heels arch my back. Legs endless. Wig cascades brunette curls under the cap. Colleagues stare, smile. I feel sexy. Alive.
Slows start. He approaches. Twenty-two, eyes hungry. Son of HR boss. Charming. Timid edge. ‘May I?’ His voice cuts air. I nod. We sway. Bodies close but not too. Banter flows. He loves the uniform. Sits at bar. Skirt rides up. His gaze devours thighs. ‘Not company?’ I tease. ‘Clandestine passenger?’ He laughs. Son perks. Charm mirrors mom.
The Mutation
He probes. Heels? Natural poise. ‘You’ve worn them before.’ Sharp observer. Flirt builds. 3 AM. Party thins. No ride home. Opportunity knocks. My Clio hums toward Louveciennes hills. Silence thick. His eyes on legs again. Mounting car, skirt hikes. Thighs bare. He drinks it in. Adrenaline spikes.
‘Stockings or tights?’ Bold. Heart races. City lights blur. ‘Curiosity killed the cat… but advanced science.’ Hint dropped. His hand dives. Left on nylon. Fingers under skirt. Hits garter edge. Skin yields. Goosebumps explode. Turn left. Parents’ estate. Vast U-house. Park swallows us. Heels click stairs. Power surges. Mask cracks.
Salon. Deep armchair. Digestif burns. Skirt shameless short. Garters peek. Thigh skin glows. He stares. I expose. Thrill hums. Names: Arnaud Debersac. Me, Camille. ‘Real?’ He guesses secrets. Stands. Behind chair. Hands on shoulders. Down jacket. Buttons pop. Corset lace bares. Fingers probe. Heat floods. Head back. His eyes fevered. ‘First time.’ Lips crash. Tongues duel. I claim.
The Exploit
Hands under corset. Nipples harden. Scratch areolas. Cap falls. Wig wild. Jacket gapes. Skirt rucked. Legs crossed, teasing. He kneels. Eyes feast. Hands slide. Hips. Thighs. Nylon massages. Knees part. Reveal: bare skin, garters taut, thong cradles heat.
‘Belle?’ He stammers. ‘Very beautiful, Camille.’ Fingers inch inner thighs. Edge thong. Graze groin. Under balls—no, my core throbs. Position blocks. I shove. He sprawls on rug. Kneel. Rip shirt. Pants off. Slip strains. Cock bulges.
Skin hot. Chest hair tickles. Nipples peak. Lick. Bite. He moans. Hand frees. Grip shaft. Thick. Long. Pump slow. Precum slicks. Hips buck. Kiss devours. Tongues war. I own his desire. Power electric. City night fades. Only us. Pulse pounds.
Dawn nears. Exploit peaks. I rise. Normalcy calls. Dress hasty. He sleeps spent. Slip out. Heels silent now. Car roars back. Secret burns inside. Day hero—lawyer, mom—stronger. Wild shadow fuels me. Untouchable. Queen of night.