Abigail
"Holy shit," Annette breathed beside me, eyes wide behind her mask. "This theme has to be sluttiest yet!"
That was an understatement. The bass thrummed through the soles of my heels the second Annette and I stepped into the Sanctuary arena. Gosh, it was my second time here and it still looked like some erotic fever dream. The club was packed tonight, bodies everywhere, the Lolita Corruption theme on full display.
Girls were in baby doll dresses that barely covered their asses, men in dark suits with their cocks already out, the smell of sex in the air was so strong, my nipples stiffened even more pushing against my white corset teddy.
The outfit was obscene. The sheer white fabric cupped my tits,pushing my poor babies high up and they threatened to spill out. It had a tiny ruffled skirt that barely covered my very bare panties, white thigh-high stockings with pink bows, and white lace gloves that went past my elbows.
