Chapter Six
“I’m tired of putting on the show,” Kate announced as she was getting ready one night. She hopped on one leg, trying to put on her high heels without sitting down. The tiny dress she wore was exhibitionist perfect: short slit skirt, tiny waist, and a cut-out bodice that showed nearly all of her breasts and cleavage.
“Then don’t,” Sam answered her. “You sure you even want to go?”
“Yes. But I want to watch.” She was adamant in her decision.
Fantasy had become reality, and still there was something missing, not yet connected in her s****l self.
Kate and Sam went to the club as usual, though without a thought of what they’d do, no pre-set plans, no fantasy playtime, and particularly no sexy show. Sitting in the lounge, the two nursed drinks and engaged in casual conversation w
