Fully dressed in the lingerie Tony asked for, she looked like a porn star. A hot one. And even with the extra layer of clothes she put over said lingerie, to make the striptease more exciting, she knew she was a knockout. There’s a reason she can charge $1,200 for an hour of her time and men like her cousin were willing to pay it.
He paid for this. What a weird thought.
Cassie took a long look at herself and worked up the nerve to proceed.
She tried to picture what it was about her body that made even her cousin — her own cousin — want to fuck her. At 5′ 6” Cassie was slightly taller than most of the girl she knew. She proudly rocked her 38-24-36 frame, knowing they were measurements most women would kill for.
Tonight, she was closer to five-nine, counting her red, double-strapped shoes. And the best part was, once she tossed on that top layer of clothing, nothing about her appearance immediately screamed hooker. Not at first.
She was wearing tight, acid-washed jeans with small, pre-cut holes on the thighs. At the right angle, her sexy stockings underneath could almost be made out. Tony had asked specifically for the stockings and garter belt.
“God, that’s so weird,” she thought, remembering who she was getting dressed up for.
Cassie loved the way she looked in these jeans. They really compressed her ass in place and gave it that stereotypical ‘onion booty’ shape. Her upper body didn’t look bad either as she had an orange top on over a beautiful but bold black bra underneath. Looking at her objectively, you could tell she had large breasts but that wasn’t shown with excessive cleavage. She loved the reveal too much to give that big a hint.
Tony was going to lose his mind when she took off this shirt and he saw her bra, she thought. And when she took that off? Hell, he might just cum.
“Wait,” she thought, catching herself. “What the fuck am I thinking?”
Alone in this bathroom, it was easy for Cassie to get into her “hooker mentality,” but it was hard to stay too long given the circumstances of this particular client.
This striptease wasn’t meant to be sexual, she kept reassuring herself. It’s a simple matter of biology. Tony was a guy. He wanted what all guys want.
“He wants tits and ass,” she thought. “I’ll show him tits and ass. Nothing more to think about. That’s it. That’s all.”
No matter how many times Cassie told herself this wasn’t a big deal, deep down she knew differently. There were just so many variables she couldn’t predict. It’s MUCH different when the client is someone you know. And a family member? There’s no playbook that tells you how to handle that when you become an escort.
Sure, she’d stripped for clients before. It’s a common enough fantasy for guys who like to be teased or know they’re going to blow their load almost immediately.
And lap dances? Who hasn’t jokingly given a friend a lap dance for the fun of it? Maybe that’s what this will be. Fun.
Still, the question kept creeping into her mind as she checked one last time to make sure she didn’t have any lipstick on her teeth and brushed away the little flyaway strands of hair around her bangs that always gave her trouble when she was nervous and sweaty. It was hard not to sweat when she thought about what could happen next.