Body count

I put on the tightest black dress I own, forgoing a bra (my breasts are still perky anyway) and putting on a bit of makeup before stepping into some heels and heading out the door.
Living in the middle of a big city means there are clubs within walking distance so I pick the nearest a block away and head that way. I catch my reflection: long blonde wavy hair, soft brown eyes, dress exaggerating all my curves - today I am feeling so good and so ready to lose my V card.

Moments later I'm in the club with a drink in my hand ready to dance. I sip the far too strong drink and head towards the dance floor.
There aren't as many people here as you expected, perhaps we're too early, but there is still one girl dancing on the floor.

She is breathtaking.
Shoulder length brown hair, silky and straight. A white crop top stretching over ample breasts and showing a slender petite waist but hips for days squeezed into a black mini skirt. She has bright blue eyes and full pink lips. No makeup but she wouldn't need it. She has a face that makes me think she's a model or actress and her smile is captivating.
She catches your eye and smiles, motioning for you to join her.
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