Anniversary
He was watching, I could tell by the way he glanced at me whenever I pretended not to pay any attention. It’s hard to stand out among the crowd in the busy club, but my clear plastic dress seemed to be doing the trick. It fit like a second skin, squeezing my breasts out the top, hugging my ass. He gave me the once over, trying to see if I’d come with anyone else. Nice looking guy, dark hair; kind of preppy looking. Not my usual type, but he’d suit the purpose.
He looked like one of those guys that comes here hoping for an easy lay---you can spot them wandering around, gawking at the girls in skimpy costumes (or less, even) and looking like they have no idea where to go. The perfect kind of guys to play our little game with, they always took the bait.
I looked back at Daniel, watching me intently; it was the anniversary of our first year. I mean, we’d been dating a few years now, at least two as far as I could recall. But tonight was a year to the day that we’d entered into an arrangement of sorts---I became his property, willingly.
That was the day I count as the beginning of our relationship.
It wasn’t as demeaning as it sounds, he didn’t brand me with hot irons or force me to lick his boots; in fact quite the opposite. He loved showing me off; taking me out dressed in bizarre, revealing costumes, encouraging me to tease random men. Usually he’d let me decide who to flirt with, sometimes he would make it obvious to me, mentioning that someone was looking at me. He loved for me to ‘accidentally’ let my short skirts blow up, flashing my naked ass and bare pussy to anyone in range, or show my nipples through one of my sheer tops. I’m petite and small busted so I often go braless; coupled with a sheer top on a chilly day it’s a recipe for distraction.
To further complicate things, after I've achieved my goal, making some poor schmuck drool at the sight of a sudden flash of pussy, Daniel punishes me for my lewd display with a good, hard spanking or strapping. If I fail to attract the man’s attention, I’m expected to wear something more revealing the next time, or be more vulgar in my conduct, forcing the man to notice me.
A lose-lose situation it would seem, but for us it was perfect. He loved displaying me and I relished the attention, both from him and the strangers we relied on to craft our bizarre game. He enjoyed the control and I preferred it that way; free of the responsibilities of choice. We didn’t do it just anywhere, it was usually kept to the confines of a fetish club in a nearby city where we wouldn’t risk running into anyone we knew, hopefully.
Tonight had been no exception, and I had a feeling it would be the night he took it to the next level. I’d already put on a good show for him with three different guys, and this poor fellow would be the last for tonight. Daniel had mentioned wanting to watch me getting fucked by someone else, and being our anniversary of sorts, it wouldn’t surprise me if he chose one of these unsuspecting guys as my evening’s entertainment; an idea I’m certainly not opposed to. Most would think such behavior would put distance between two people, but for us it was the strange bond that cemented it.
I sauntered over to wear the guy was, ignoring him in favour of a glass of water from the bar. I didn’t drink much on these nights, too easy to do something regrettable. It was pretty hard not to notice my toned, petite figure underneath the layer of clear plastic, and he wasted no time coming over to check out the prey.
“Nice outfit, very hot,” he smiled, “I’m Eric.”
I flashed a grin and took his hand, clasping it between mine, close to my lips.
“Hello Eric, I’m Zoe---you having a good time tonight?”
“Absolutely, even better now!”
He looked mesmerized, and leaned closer to me. He was clean shaven, very cute and boyish looking. I could definitely have some fun with this guy.
“You like to dance?” I asked, hoping he would say no.
“Not much of a dancer, no. But I’m guessing you are, right?”
Perfect. Not that I minded a dancing partner, I just figured my plan would work better this way.
I shrugged, and pushed him into the chair; swaying my hips to the heavy bass. It was the easiest way to get a reaction from a guy, and in turn from Daniel; he loved watching me dance; seeing me grinding seductively over another man did something to him that neither of us could explain, not that it mattered to us.
“Wow, you can really move,” Eric grabbed my hips, pulling me onto his lap, “you must, uh...really like this kinda thing.”
“I sure do, darling,” I said, pressing my plastic wrapped tits up against him, “and I hope you will enjoy it too...”
He was already enjoying it.