“Until you got me so heated up I couldn’t take it anymore.” Tessa laughed, remembering how Russell maneuvered her to a dark corner so she could experience the magic of his fingers and an orgasm powerful enough to curl her toes.
“Things on your list converge. You find watching sexy activity a turn on, which is both common and normal,” he said, before Tessa could flood herself with shame. “And you want to find, and develop, a more naturally sexual Tessa.”
“I strangled my femininity by being too straight-laced. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want some limits.”
“Of course, most of us do want limits. And the way to find them is through exposure, experience and knowledge. That,” he said, waving his hand at the gray door, “is what lies beyond.”
Russell grabbed the bag from Laces & Ties, jumped out of the car, and said, “School’s on.”
***
“Are you sure this is right?” Tessa said.
Ashlee, whose stage name was Mahogany Smooth, tugged the laces on the back of Tessa ‘s corset even tighter. “Now it is.” She pointed at the mirror. “Makes your waist look tiny and your boobs look big.”
“Makes it hard to breathe,” Tessa said.
“Long as you’ve got enough oxygen to keep your brain cells from dying, it’s good.”
Tessa looked at the outfit Sunny and Russell had picked out. The front of the corset was see-through black lace. The lace barely covered Tessa’s areolas and her nipples jutted through the lace like a hot knife in soft butter. She poked at a nipple. “Is that how it’s supposed to be?” she asked Ashlee.
“Girl, that is exactly how it’s supposed to be. Half the girls who work here would kill to have those perky tits. And the nipple jut? Gets a man’s juices going before you even have to do a thing.”
The corset had no back, per se, just a series of black lace ties. Each tie was independent of the other, so getting out of the corset was one tug at a time.
The panties were nothing but a G String of matching black lace. Very thin, see-through black lace.
“My hoo-hoo is naked,” Tessa said, looking at the half-inch strip of lace covering her slit.
“Your hoo-hoo is hot-hot,” Ashlee said, “and nobody older than eight and younger than ninety calls their snatch a hoo-hoo.” She pointed at the curls of dark brown hair on each side of the strip of lace. “You wear that again, you’ll need to get a Brazilian wax.”
Tessa turned her rear to the mirror and looked over her shoulder. The lace disappeared between her cheeks, giving the look of total nudity.
“Don’t worry, your hole is covered,” Ashlee said. “And your ass looks good. You ever lose those inhibitions, you could make some money as a dancer.”
Tessa’s face turned pink.
Ashlee led Tessa to a dimly lit room. It was empty, except for Russell, who was relaxing in a love seat. He patted the space next to him and Tessa joined him.
“How do you feel in those clothes?” he asked.
“Embarassed. Naked. Silly.” In a smaller voice, Tessa added, “Sexy.”