Been wanting to write something based off of this album for awhile. Part 1
It was a boring Saturday night, and Sam had nothing to do. She felt like going out, but wasn't a fan of dressing like a slut. However, she still wanted to be ready for action, just in case. Putting on a little pink g-string and black bra, Sam wore her modest red dress that was full sleeved and up to her neck and a pair of knee-high black boots. Feeling like she accomplished both of her goals, she set out for her nearby bar, The Globe.
When she got there, there was a camera crew for Canadian Wild Girls, a Girls Gone Wild style show where they film amateur girls and give them stickers or t shirts in exchange for the girls flashing them. "God, you must be desperate to flash for a shirt!" Sam thought to herself as she noticed some other girls there flashing their tits to the camera crew. Rolling her eyes, Sam went to the bar and ordered a long island iced tea.
After a couple of drinks and sitting alone, Sam was feeling bored and tipsy. Noticing the crew wasn't currently filming or photographing any of the other girls, Sam got up from the bar and moved towards them. "Maybe I'll just tease them" she thought to herself. Smiling at the nearest camera guy, Sam said "so what do girls do if they don't want to show their tits?". Smirking back at her, the camera guy replied "well, girls usually show their panties or thongs".
Smiling, Sam moved to the pool table, asking the camera guy "if I show my g-string do I get a shirt?". Noticing her breasts pushing up against her red dress, the camera guy responded with "you'll get a sticker at least, we usually give shirts to girls who flash their tits". Feeling excited by this, Sam motioned to the pool table and said "fine, a peek at my g-string for a sticker".
Climbing up, Sam mounted the pool table on her knees doggy-style. Her modest red dress hiked up, higher than she expected, letting anyone looking towards her see her pink g-string clearly. The camera guy snapped a couple quick pics. The guys loved it, and they asked her to show more. "I'm not that kind of girl" Sam said with a smirk, as she got down from the pool table, her dress hiking up to give the guys a frontal shot of her g-string. The guys gave Sam a little sticker, which she put on the dress right above her left boob. "If you want to show more, let us know babe" one of the other camera crew said to her. Sam went back to the bar, sipping from her third drink.
Sam noticed that a small group of men not associated with the camera crew had begun to congregate near the pool table. Some of them had been nearby when Sam had flashed the Gone Wild crew and had told their buddies who wanted a closer look in case she decided to show more.
The were burly trucker/biker guys, most of them older than her. She could hear them making lewd comments about her body to each other, most of them too drunk to realize how loud they were being. If she had been in any other situation, it would have made her mad, but with a few drinks in her, and her pulse already quickened from the show she had put on earlier she found herself getting wet. She unconsciously uncrossed and crossed her legs on her bar stool, causing her short dress to ride up her thighs again while sipping her cocktail.
A voice suddenly appeared next to her at the bar, "that was quite a show you gave us...". It was one of the trucker guys. He had slid next to her at the bar without her noticing. He was big, at least 6'5", towering nearly a foot over her, with bright green eyes and dark hair, his leather jacket smelled of cigarettes and whiskey. "You've got a sexy body...I'd love to see more of it", he added, leaning in closer to her ear. A tingling sensation welled up in her pelvis..she uncrossed her legs again, turning towards him. She had an idea.
"Well...you might just get what you wish for", she answered, grabbing the hem of her dress with her free hand and pulling it up to expose her panties again. He just stared with his mouth agape, and before he could respond she slid off the stool and crossed to the pool table again, adding "tell your buddies to take a picture, it'll last longer". She walked past the group of guys that had gathered to gawk at her and had also witnessed the exchange at the bar, it was obvious they'd dared the tall man to hit on her.
As she reached the edge of the bollards table, in one quick motion she pulled her dress over her head and tossed in onto the table before hoping up on the felt surface herself. The guys immediately surrounded the table, a couple of them pulled cell phones from their pockets and began to take pics and video of her little display.
With the group of bikers and Gone Wild camera crew in front of her, Sam knew the rest of the bar patrons would soon be watching her as well. Sam felt super exposed up on the pool table in just her bra and g-string, but she loved the adrenaline rush of having all eyes in the bar watching her. Sam felt even more exhilaration in knowing that she was the center of attention now! Despite this, Sam blushed a little, remembering that she was wearing mismatched underwear with a pink g-string and a black bra. “Damnit!” she thought to herself, “I knew I should have worn a matching set or at least washed a pink bra yesterday”.
Sighing to herself, Sam thought to herself, “oh well, too late now”. Sitting up on her knees, she smiled and posed for all the cameras, pushing her still -covered-by-her-bra breasts together. The guys all got closer, snapping pics and video of her impressive cleavage. The tall biker guy spoke up, saying to Sam “you gonna show us a little more sweetheart?” Normally Sam would have told this guy to fuck off. Tonight though, with her dress already off and the combination of alcohol and adrenaline running through her, she smirked and replied “you can help me with that”, as she beckoned towards the tall biker with a finger.
The tall biker obliged, stepping up to the pool table. Spinning around on the pool table on her knees, Sam straightened up, presenting her back to the biker. “Do you mind?” she asked, running a hand behind her back and over her bra’s clasp. The biker’s friends started whistling and egging on their friend. As the tall biker fumbled unhooking her bra, Sam’s back tingled with anticipation.
It was a boring Saturday night, and Sam had nothing to do. She felt like going out, but wasn't a fan of dressing like a slut. However, she still wanted to be ready for action, just in case. Putting on a little pink g-string and black bra, Sam wore her modest red dress that was full sleeved and up to her neck and a pair of knee-high black boots. Feeling like she accomplished both of her goals, she set out for her nearby bar, The Globe.
When she got there, there was a camera crew for Canadian Wild Girls, a Girls Gone Wild style show where they film amateur girls and give them stickers or t shirts in exchange for the girls flashing them. "God, you must be desperate to flash for a shirt!" Sam thought to herself as she noticed some other girls there flashing their tits to the camera crew. Rolling her eyes, Sam went to the bar and ordered a long island iced tea.
After a couple of drinks and sitting alone, Sam was feeling bored and tipsy. Noticing the crew wasn't currently filming or photographing any of the other girls, Sam got up from the bar and moved towards them. "Maybe I'll just tease them" she thought to herself. Smiling at the nearest camera guy, Sam said "so what do girls do if they don't want to show their tits?". Smirking back at her, the camera guy replied "well, girls usually show their panties or thongs".
Smiling, Sam moved to the pool table, asking the camera guy "if I show my g-string do I get a shirt?". Noticing her breasts pushing up against her red dress, the camera guy responded with "you'll get a sticker at least, we usually give shirts to girls who flash their tits". Feeling excited by this, Sam motioned to the pool table and said "fine, a peek at my g-string for a sticker".
Climbing up, Sam mounted the pool table on her knees doggy-style. Her modest red dress hiked up, higher than she expected, letting anyone looking towards her see her pink g-string clearly. The camera guy snapped a couple quick pics. The guys loved it, and they asked her to show more. "I'm not that kind of girl" Sam said with a smirk, as she got down from the pool table, her dress hiking up to give the guys a frontal shot of her g-string. The guys gave Sam a little sticker, which she put on the dress right above her left boob. "If you want to show more, let us know babe" one of the other camera crew said to her. Sam went back to the bar, sipping from her third drink.
Sam noticed that a small group of men not associated with the camera crew had begun to congregate near the pool table. Some of them had been nearby when Sam had flashed the Gone Wild crew and had told their buddies who wanted a closer look in case she decided to show more.
The were burly trucker/biker guys, most of them older than her. She could hear them making lewd comments about her body to each other, most of them too drunk to realize how loud they were being. If she had been in any other situation, it would have made her mad, but with a few drinks in her, and her pulse already quickened from the show she had put on earlier she found herself getting wet. She unconsciously uncrossed and crossed her legs on her bar stool, causing her short dress to ride up her thighs again while sipping her cocktail.
A voice suddenly appeared next to her at the bar, "that was quite a show you gave us...". It was one of the trucker guys. He had slid next to her at the bar without her noticing. He was big, at least 6'5", towering nearly a foot over her, with bright green eyes and dark hair, his leather jacket smelled of cigarettes and whiskey. "You've got a sexy body...I'd love to see more of it", he added, leaning in closer to her ear. A tingling sensation welled up in her pelvis..she uncrossed her legs again, turning towards him. She had an idea.
"Well...you might just get what you wish for", she answered, grabbing the hem of her dress with her free hand and pulling it up to expose her panties again. He just stared with his mouth agape, and before he could respond she slid off the stool and crossed to the pool table again, adding "tell your buddies to take a picture, it'll last longer". She walked past the group of guys that had gathered to gawk at her and had also witnessed the exchange at the bar, it was obvious they'd dared the tall man to hit on her.
As she reached the edge of the bollards table, in one quick motion she pulled her dress over her head and tossed in onto the table before hoping up on the felt surface herself. The guys immediately surrounded the table, a couple of them pulled cell phones from their pockets and began to take pics and video of her little display.
With the group of bikers and Gone Wild camera crew in front of her, Sam knew the rest of the bar patrons would soon be watching her as well. Sam felt super exposed up on the pool table in just her bra and g-string, but she loved the adrenaline rush of having all eyes in the bar watching her. Sam felt even more exhilaration in knowing that she was the center of attention now! Despite this, Sam blushed a little, remembering that she was wearing mismatched underwear with a pink g-string and a black bra. “Damnit!” she thought to herself, “I knew I should have worn a matching set or at least washed a pink bra yesterday”.
Sighing to herself, Sam thought to herself, “oh well, too late now”. Sitting up on her knees, she smiled and posed for all the cameras, pushing her still -covered-by-her-bra breasts together. The guys all got closer, snapping pics and video of her impressive cleavage. The tall biker guy spoke up, saying to Sam “you gonna show us a little more sweetheart?” Normally Sam would have told this guy to fuck off. Tonight though, with her dress already off and the combination of alcohol and adrenaline running through her, she smirked and replied “you can help me with that”, as she beckoned towards the tall biker with a finger.
The tall biker obliged, stepping up to the pool table. Spinning around on the pool table on her knees, Sam straightened up, presenting her back to the biker. “Do you mind?” she asked, running a hand behind her back and over her bra’s clasp. The biker’s friends started whistling and egging on their friend. As the tall biker fumbled unhooking her bra, Sam’s back tingled with anticipation.