When Jenne got to work the next day, she went to her boss and asked for the next week off. Since she was caught up on her work, he was happy to let her.
After yesterday, she decided she would take it a little easy. Her time working with Cheryl went much smoother, and the only distraction was a tiny little spark of attraction building in the back of her mind.
Jenne's blouse was opaque, but if she moved in the right way, she could expose her full breast to someone at the correct angle. She made a point of "accidentally" giving Cheryl and a couple of other people over the course of the day, quick, tantalizing peeks. Her day went by quickly.
After work, she decided to get a pedicure and manicure in preparation for her evening out at the club. As she sat in the chair, a pretty Asian girl working on her feet, she let her skirt ride up. Closing her eyes and enjoying the attentions, she casually moved her knees apart. She observed the girl through half-closed eyes as she spent as much time looking between Jenne's legs as she did shaping and painting her toenails. A little thrill went through her body and she smiled.
She decided to continue her fun, and thought a new pair of shoes were in order. She headed to the mall, ready for more.
The mall was crowded when she got there, which suited her newfound purpose fine. The shoe store was on the second level, so she slowly headed to the escalator. As she was looking in store windows, she noticed that a pair of young men were following her. As she got on the escalator, a wicked thought entered her mind. She waited until she was halfway up, noticing the young men were at the bottom, and deliberately dropped her purse. Rather than demurely picking it up, she kept her knees locked and bent from the waist to retrieve it. As she felt the dress rise in the back, she was confident that her appreciative audience were well rewarded.
She entered the shoe store, and after browsing for a few minutes, was greeted by a handsome young man. She selected several styles, gave the clerk her size, and sat down. Several minutes later, the young man returned with a stack of boxes. As he was fitting the strappy high heels on, she looked him straight in the eye and said "Be careful, the pedicure is fresh", then she smiled, and slowly brought her knees apart.
The poor young had a hard time. He could see everything - she made sure of that. He tried valiantly to not make it obvious he was staring, but his discomposure was obvious. He blushed, started sweating, and it was clear that his pants no longer fit comfortably. After tormenting him for a while, she eventually chose a couple of pairs of sexy shoes. When he stood up, it was clear that she'd had the desired effect on him - he was surreptitiously attempting to rearrange his traitorously swollen member. She paid for the shoes, leaving after thanking him for his attentive service.
Jenne got home with a couple of hours to get ready. After a quick supper, she started a hot bath. Grabbing a glass of wine, she took her time and enjoyed a relaxing soak. When the water cooled down, she got out and started preparing for her evening. She removed the temporary jewelry from her nicely healed piercings, and selected new ones for her evening out. For her nipples and belly button, she chose simple gold rings, for the hood piercing, a small, but surprisingly heavy ball, which gave her pleasant sensations whenever it bounced on her clitoris.
She pulled on her new dress - scandalously short - it was only a few inches below her ass. It was a snug fit, made of a very light, but very stretchy material. The bright yellow made was so eye-catching, she was sure to be the center of attention for the whole evening. As she checked herself in the mirror, she noticed that the material was thin enough that it was very obvious that there was nothing underneath - her piercings were clearly visible, as were her dark nipples.
She went back to the bathroom, and took care of her hair and makeup, then slipped on the new shoes. Another look in the mirror showed her the effect was complete: a wanton slutty goddess. Her long, dark curly hair was wild, the makeup was flawless - bright red pouty lips, matching her nails. She was nervous, but excited about the evening's possibilities.
She left for the club, parked a couple of blocks away, and walked to the entrance. A moment of self doubt came upon her when she couldn't spot Angela. She finally saw her in line, waving enthusiastically.
As Jenne walked up to her, she checked out her new friend's outfit. "Holy shit," she thought, "we're going to blow people away tonight..." Angela was dressed as hot as Jenne - her red curly hair was teased, framing her pretty face. She wore a halter top that looked like it was made from a silk scarf - it was secured around her neck with a gold chain, with another one loosely holding it place low on her back. It was small and loose enough that it was very simple to see the sides of her breasts. She had on a tight, stretchy mini skirt so small, it was more accurately described as a thick belt - it covered everything, but just barely.
As they met, they mutually agreed they were the hottest girls this club had ever seen. They hugged, and as Jenne felt her new nipple rings make contact with Angela, a twinge of excitement ran through her.
Shortly after, they entered the club, checked their bags, and headed to the bar. The ordered drinks, and quickly found a table near the dance floor. The club was loud, dark, and pulsed with strobes and colored lights. They'd barely sat down when a pair of young men approached them and asked to dance. They agreed, and soon after, they were on the floor.
It became obvious to their new dance partners that they were just accessories, as Jenne and Angela danced more with each other than with the the young men who'd brought them out there. Two songs later, they were alone on the floor. A slow, sexy song started, and suddenly the mood changed.
Angela put her arms around Jenne, who naturally moved hers to the bare skin of her partner's back. She started caressing her spine as they swayed in time to the music. Angela arched her back, moving her arms above her head. The sensual movement had a wonderful effect on her halter, which stretched out, exposing more of her lovely breasts to the admiring crowd.
She reached down and cupped Jenne's face with one hand, looked her in the eyes, and delicately gave her a kiss. Jenne was electrified - she'd never kissed a woman, and here she was very publicly doing so in the middle of the nightclub.
Angela's hand brushed across her breast, and she raised her eyebrows.
"Is that new?" she asked.
"Yes, I thought I'd surprise you" Jenne said with a grin.
When the song ended, the walked hand in hand from the dance floor, to a smattering of applause from several onlookers.
As they sat down to finish their drinks, a waitress came up with two new ones. "We didn't order those" Jenne said. The waitress replied they were from some admirers, in reward for their sexy show.
