Clubbing

>>Lucy

“If you’re done, come out.” I heard Vincent say as he sat outside the changing room on the sofa, “We don’t have all day, love.”

I popped my head out from behind the door, “I don’t really wear such tight and revealing clothes.”

He had his arms folded, “I know,” He smiled, “But your usual clothing style won’t do sweetheart. We’re going to a high class club.” He gestured to me with his index finger to come out.

I bit my lower lip and stepped out feeling a little embarrassed.

The dress was really tight. It hugged my curvy body and highlighted my breasts quite nicely.