Scarlet

Slipping on that tight red dress with the matching thong and sexy heels just flips the switch—suddenly I own every inch of myself. The mirror says hotter than I imagined and the thong rides between my cheeks reminding me exactly what’s waiting underneath. Thighs brushing, nipples grazing the fabric—I’m cocked, loaded, walking into the room expecting every man’s eyes to follow. Scarred leather straps on my sandals clack like a battle cry. One more sway of my hips and I’m getting hard as fuck off their attention; go ahead, boys, take the bait.