This is the very first erotic story I ever wrote. Let me know what you think of it...
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Gary stood in front of the mirror as he put the tuxedo jacket on. It looked good. Mind you, he figured it cost more than the rest of his wardrobe combined, so it should. He was giving himself one last "once over" and decided he looked as good as he was ever going to when the phone rang. It was Cindy.
Or rather Cindy! He still couldn't believe that he was going out on a date with pop superstar Cindy!. She was rich, she was famous and lord almighty, she was hot. He didn't fit into her world at all, he just happened to be in the record shop at the same time she had popped in the week before. He hadn't even looked up when he heard her comment on the ugly cover of an album, he just made a reference to "Devastating Dave's Zip Zap Rap" album. Which made her laugh, which made him look up which, cut to the chase, lead to her sending over a tux for their first date, a hollywood movie premiere.
"Gary. The limo is pulling up now, but I can't come to the door." Cindy said.
"No worries, I can meet you out front." he assured her.
"Yeah, well before you do, I need you to know, when you open the door, it's not what you think."
"Um, okay?" he was confused.
"I'll explain when you're out here, but I need to you to understand right now, when you open the door it's going to be weird, but it is not at all what you're going to think it is."
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I swear, just get out here and promise you'll let me explain."
"Okay."
Gary looked out the window, saw the limo and headed out. He opened the car door, ducked his head as he began to climb in when he saw her and stopped dead in his tracks. Cindy, the twenty-two year old pop sensation, was sitting at the far end of the limo. Her hair was done up elegantly, which was expected given they were going to be walking down the red carpet in a bit. Her shoes were sexy black high heels, also exactly what you'd expect to see at a movie premiere. The thing that stopped him dead though was that, other than a black feather boa, she had no clothes on what so ever. She sat there, completely and utterly nude, barely even using the boa.
"It's not what you think!" she repeated, her beautiful brown eyes wide. She looked so innocent and scared. Well, the expression on her face did, her body looked fucking amazing. Her legs were long and tanned, her breasts firm, her nipples large.
"Um, okay." was all he could manage.
"Let me explain." She beckoned him in. "My dress was made by Vincenti, the designer?" asking him if he understood.
Gary knew who she meant. He wasn't very fashion conscious, but he also didn't live under a rock. Vincenti was up there with Hugo Boss and Calvin Klein.
"And it isn't ready yet?" he joked as he climbed into the limo.
"No, silly." She relaxed a bit. His joke was lame, but at least he hadn't bolted yet. "I just found out the conditions his workers live in. He's using 3rd world sweatshops, so I couldn't possibly wear his dress tonight. I can't support that sort of thing."
"You couldn't afford another dress? Wow, your last album must not have sold well at all. Kudos to your PR team though, I thought it was a hit"
She laughed, impressed with how well he was taking all this.
"I know this is a weird and I swear normally you wouldn't have had a shot in hell seeing me like this on a first date... but I decided to make a political statement. I'd rather be naked then wear something made in a sweatshop."
"So, um, are we still going to the premiere?" He asked, completely confused as to what was going on.
"We have to! I have to show up, walk the red carpet and give one interview. I'll say how disgusted I was with Vincenti, and the press will have a field day. It force him to change things. There is no way this isn't top of the news cycle for a least the next 24 hours."
Gary was impressed. It made sense and what she was about to do took a lot of guts.
"So, what do I do?" he asked.
"I need you to take my arm, walk me to the last camera crew at the very end of the red carpet, and stand there while I make my speech. The catch is..." She took a breath "our entire behaviour has to be totally normal. Completely and utterly non sexual."
"NON-sexual? Well sure, no problem. That's easy for you, what's sexual about a naked, hot popstar. Me however..." he asked, smiling.
"I know, I know. But if we act completely normal, the story is how I'd rather be naked then put on slave labour clothing. If there is even a whiff of sexuality, then the story will get spun as pop star has kinky sex fetish, and nothing changes."
Again, he could follow her logic. It was weird, but he understood it.
"If you can do that for me, we can skip the stupid movie and just head back to my hotel and hang out." then she added "Hang out fully clothed, I mean."
"Okay, sure. I can walk you down an aisle. I mean, that was going to be my job regardless, right?"
"Well the thing of it is, to put it bluntly, you already have an erection."
He looked down. His pants were tenting something fierce. He blushed.
"Right, um, that'll go down in a sec. Just need a minute."
"Of course." she said.
She pressed a button on an intercom and told the driver to head out. The two sat in awkward silence.
"So..." she said.
"So..." he replied.
"Hell of a start to our first date, huh?" she asked. "Bet you didn't expect to see this much of me."
"Uh, no not hardly. But we, um, we really shouldn't talk about that if you want me to, uh, get rid of this." he motioned to his crotch, suddenly feeling like an bumbling idiot.
"Of course. Sorry." she said.
