Libby had it all, well that's what everyone else thought.
She was tall, blonde, beautiful, rich. Oh, and did I forget to mention?
Married to one of the biggest rock stars in the world the legendary Jon Dart.
She wasn't stupid, she knew the score, whilst he was on tour there were literally thousands of women ready to take her place in his bed, or where-ever else he fancied having sex.
She had decided a long time ago that was the price she was willing to pay.
She would use the time he was away to improve herself so that when he was home he wouldn't want to stray anywhere.
This time she had a very special surprise for him.
He had been away for nearly three months on this tour.
This gave her plenty of time to get over having her pussy tightened.
She knew that even at his age, a lot of fans and groupies were nubile young women.
Libby always took care of herself, but three children later she was never going to be the same as a young childless fanny.
She had gone for the full overhaul this time.
Tits lifted (not too much as he still thought they were natural), subtle botox, hours on the stairmaster to firm her bum and thighs, teeth whitening, hair, nails, waxing, the works.
She looked like her, but with real life filters.
Libby had also spent a long time thinking about her outfit for tonight's final show of the tour.
Her stylist had warned her against the tired Pammy Anderson mid 90's black leather look.
Yes, it was a classic, but the young groupies had adopted it as the new 'vintage' look. To stand out and be completely different they decided on white.
The dress would be quite similar to the white hooded outfit Kylie had worn in the 'Can't get you out of my head' video. But with a lot less fabric and no hood.
Jon felt entitled to have access to all of Libby at any time to felt like it, so the two of them used that as the basis for their design.
The dress was cut so low at the front, that had Libby got pubes you would have been able to see them.
The silky fabric didn't cling to her breasts, it draped over them, showing her pert nipples through the almost sheer material.
If she had been going to a normal show she would have used tit tape to keep herself covered, but she knew that would make Jon angry if he couldn't have unfettered access to her tits. The back of the dress didn't have much more material and gave her a bum cleavage.
The only real thing stopping the entire garment sliding off was a draping of fine silver chains from the middle of her shoulder blades down to her partially exposed arse.
Unless you saw them under the light it looks as if the dress was held up by magic.
The skirt was in a flippy skater style and so short it barely covered her pussy lips.
Libby decided that the only accessories she needed were large silver hooped earrings and stripper style silver stilettoes.
When she had wiggled into the dress, she and her stylist both gasped.
She wasn't actually showing anything, but she was pretty much naked.
There was no room for any underwear.
She looked stunning, her hair pulled up and carefully tousled in a sexy, messy frame around her perfectly made-up face.
"For fucks sake love.
If he doesn't cum in his pants when he sees you, there's something wrong with him."
Laughed Dean, her stylist. "I certainly would and I don't even bat for your side!"
Libby gazed at herself in the three way mirror, getting a view from every side.
"Yes." She murmured almost to herself.
"Yes, that will do very well indeed.
I may have to up the coke and vodka though, to make sure I don't chicken out."
Dean handed her a little silver spoon loaded with fine white powder.
"There, get that up you.
A couple of bumps for now, then you can top up later."
Libby took two sniffs then loaded the spoon up again.
Reaching for her tumbler of neat vodka on the rocks and downing it in one, she felt a buzz of confidence come over her.
She also felt ready to go and meet up with her husband.
A discreet tap on the door.
"The car is here, loaded up and ready to go Miss." Came a voice.
"Thanks, I'll be down straight away."
Libby answered.
Knocking back her refilled drink, she grabbed her bag, took a deep breath and hugged Dean.
"Thank you for everything you've done for me." She smiled.
"You are a magician.
I'll see you at the party later."
She floated out of the room in a cloud of heady perfume and excitement.
Libby's best friend Ali was waiting for her in the car.
A complete foil for Libby's beauty.
Ali was a stunning, tiny, curly haired brunette, who was always draped in lots of silver jewellery and brightly coloured clothes.
Libby had grabbed herself a long wrap to cover herself as she left the house, so when she got into the back of the limo and shrugged it off, Abi's eyes nearly fell out of her head.
"Libby, oh my God.
You look utterly, utterly irresistible!
What a delicious dress, wow, wow, wow!!!"
"Thanks darling, you're the first to see it.
Dean and I spent ages getting the look right.
Even Dean said he would shag me in it!
