Suddenly, Becky dropped the bra to the floor and raised her hands over her head, palms down and fingers pointing outward. There was an audible sound as every man inhaled simultaneously.
Becky had selected her attire well. In addition to the black bra, she had bought matching thigh-top hose and panties. The hose had a top that was black with tiny gray hearts and tiny gray ribbons. They were tiny French cut, little more than a g-string. There was a tiny triangle that barely covered her clit and vagina. Between the waist band and the triangle, the fabric was sheer, showing a very close cut strip of hair that was waxed to remove all but the tiny strip generally called a landing strip. The landing strip showing through was another turn on for the men. They were hard, they were staring, and their breathing had become deep and hard.
The music then played another old song, “Another One Bites the Dust.” With the quicker pace, Becky did some quicker steps, stopping and doing “dirty girl” thrusts inches from the faces of the men. Right down the line, she gave a front row view of her body and made pelvic thrusts in the face of every man.
Then the music changed, and Becky again returned to a point that was centered in front of the men. Frank occupied the center chair. To the far right was the man who had repeatedly tried to date Becky in high school. The men who believed Ted had seduced their wives filled the other chairs.
Becky then turned her back to the men. She pulled the right side of the panty down to the middle of her buttock, held it there for a moment, and then she pulled it back up. As she did so, she pulled the left side down to the same level. As she kept repeating this tease, she kept looking over her shoulders at the men, smiling and winking.
Then she pulled the panties down to the bottom of her butt cheeks. She raised her hands over her head, and pulled her left foot across the front of her other food and crossed her legs. Then she lowered her hands to the floor. The effect of her amazingly firm ass stuck in the air and her crossed legs gave the perfect image of a heart.
Becky then uncrossed her legs, steadied herself on the black fuck me heels, and put her thumbs inside her panties on each side. She bent down and slowly pushed the panties to her heels.
Becky turned around, and as the music stopped, she kicked the panties away, raised her hands over her head, and spread her feet about a foot apart. She stood there in majestic triumph. The eyes of the men roamed up and down her body. The bulges in their pants grew. Becky turned toward Ted whose fists were clinched and whose face was drawn up tight. She smiled at him and turned back to the admiring men before her. Never before had any man seen her naked, but tonight she had all the power. Not only was she punishing Ted and getting revenge, but she was discovering a part of herself—and a power—that she never knew existed.
Then, with no music playing, Becky said, “I want to remind you that nothing that happens her tonight will affect your job, but it may give you a chance to get revenge on Ted, if you’re willing to play along,” She walked to the center chair and put her left leg between Frank’s legs. She raised her right leg and placed her foot on Frank’s chair. Her pussy was right in front of his face. She leaned down and unbuckled her right shoe with her breasts rubbing into Frank’s face. Frank did not pull back but glanced briefly at Ted whose face was now red.