"Michelle, I want to thank you for all of your help," stated an older man in an expensive tuxedo. Michelle was sitting across his desk from him. She wore a nice dress that exposed some cleavage. This red-head was recommended for her adventurous and sexy style of bring in customers.
"..So I was thinking for the dive bar; most men go to see women in skimpy outfits which emphasize their body shape. I was wanting to open with ladies night by allowing women brave enough to walk in bare eat free. I know many women who would be willing to come! I could send some invites to specific women?" Michelle explained.
"Michelle that would be great for bringing men in. I do not know if my business could take in so many women if they eat free?" The owner inquired.
"Mr. Finch, I am not done sharing my idea! I was going to suggest a seat your self area where more than one party could seat a table. With nude women at tables, it would be like a fly to honey!" Michelle snapped.
"Hmmmm. I would be open to it.," Mr. Finch smirked as he looked up and down at Michelle. His eyes fixated at her large breasts.
"How about just one night? I can deliver the invites my self!" She boomed. Mr. Finch nodded in agreement. He also was hopeful that Michelle would join in to see how it goes.
Wo-Manga:
"This is She. Before I give you the dets on the hottest new restaurant, I need everyone to like and subscribe this video. I will be back if you Really Follow me," the blue hired woman dictated. She ended the live video on her phone. She looked up as she saw her butler approaching her in her penthouse.
"Womanga, this invitation says clothing is optional. Would I need to prepare an outfit for you?" asked the butler.
The long blue haired women with pale skin looked at him. She gently touched his cheek with one hand as the other brushed her hair off her voluptuous breasts. "I have something to wear to the event," belted the woman. She checked her phone to see if her followers obeyed. Most subscribed and liked the video. Womanga went to her closet. In the back was a golden strapless dress she has worn many times in videos. The dress fit her perfectly. It had a zipper on the right side to make it easy to get in and out. She filled the dress in away to see the shape of her body. It is the kind of dress if she forgot certain garments her tits or butt crack would be distinct.
Womanga was a popular influencer for young college graduates. All her fans believe she just left high school. The truth is she graduated community college with a degree in media marketing. She had her 22nd birthday two weeks ago. Her live stream mostly contained males complimenting her body. She prepared for the big event. It took more than an hour to prepare.
Michelle was one of her high school friends. She let her know she would be coming. She asked for the news reporters to come. Womanga was planning to make her followers come and greet her.
[two hours later, in the limo at Noogie's entrance]
News reporters were there. Rumors of a big story gathered them. Mostly male reporters were there. Some were aware of the event. The manager instructed his staff to prepare for rowdy men. The bouncer stood at the entrance. In fact, both were working since the safety of his guests are top priority. Word got out that an influencer will be present at the event.
Womanga was inside the limo preparing to leave. She followed up her video with a link to her subscriber only site. There she revealed where she would be and the details. Men and a few women in the local area who follow her frantically went to their cars. Some even had to put on pants. Some fell off their toilet seats; they are ok if you were worried. Just some pee on them.
As she opened the door. Flashes hid her briefly. She walked out in that tight dress. Blue mascara, pink lip stick, and some white glitter on the skin. She strut in as if there was no one watching. She saw the man behind the podium. Ordering him to just keep rolling as it points to her. She backed up so it would get her full body.
The audience stood in silence.
The Womanga reached across her globes of flesh to grab the zipper. As the unzipping broke silence, flashes restarted. As the popular figure unveiled herself. Her boobs big and firm. Her nipples hard by the cool breeze on her skin. Her belly button piercing bouncing back the light from the cameras. The hips petite like she does not eat anything. Her pubic hair like stubble on a man's chin. The pubic hair was her true platinum blonde hair color.
The dress did not even hit the floor as her butler ran to catch it. As he brought it back to the limo; men and women tried to buy it off him. He refused.
Her round ass swayed back and forth as she went in. At the doorway, she bent her knees and twerked. Her vagina and butt hole well exposed to the public. As she left men crowded around the podium to see if they could join their lusty lady.
Gabriella the Latina:
[That afternoon elsewhere...]
In a hotel nearby, Mr. Finch's twenty-one year old was lounging around the pool. She wore a nice bikini which really emphasized her big ass. She actually is one of Mr. Finch's stepdaughters from one of his ex's. Her tiny yellow bikini was really bright on top of her amber colored skin. Her light brown hair just touches her shoulders. She wore sunglasses as she tans.
Men stopped and looked as she lay back with her peaks up. Her medium breasts were barely covered by the bikini. A few couples pointed at her which is usually followed by the woman swatting the man.
As she lay there, a vibrating sensation happens between her loins. She reaches down and pulls her phone from her bikini bottoms.
"Yel-l-ow," she answerred.
"Hey Gabby!! It is Michelle."
Gabby picked up the phone having the screen point towards her rosy lips. "Hey Michelle. What business are you helping now? Should I expect you in Playboy soon?"
"(Laughing) Maybe! You know how my body is my greatest tool. I am actually helping your stepdad."
"Sorry, girl. The old man is so old fashion.."
Michelle interrupts with news. "Gabby, you remember how you like teasing your father?"
"Michelle, what is going on here?"
"Tonight, your old man is having a ladies night. You eat free."
"Michelle, I need something to drink with it. You buying?"
"Gabby... It is open seating. Just keep looking like a heartbreaker and follow the rules. [Michelle pauses.] Clothing optional."
As Gabby heard Michelle she nearly dropped the phone. She would love to punish this man for breaking up with her mother. However, Gabby secretly always wanted to see if Mr. Finch and her could be a fitting couple.