Sarah the Stripper: The Full Collection
don’t think what I have picked out would be considered clothes, but yes I did. Look on the bed. Now stop talking, I can’t pee and talk at the same time.”
    Sarah rolled her eyes and walked into her bedroom to see what Carolyn had picked out.
    What was on her bed was really nothing more than shreds of cloth with glitter splashed on them! She expected this, but actually wearing them, well that was a different story all together! Carolyn walked in and could not help but laugh.
    “Well what did you expect, a wedding dress?”
    “No, you bitch, but I mean really? There is nothing here!”
    “Look baby cakes, the less you wear, the less you have to take off. Stripping remember? Now come on, let’s get the hair and make-up done. Leave the majority of your hair straight, but have some curl at the end, guys love the curls. As for the make-up, eyeliner, like cat eyes, match your eye shadow with whatever outfit you pick, and lips, well gloss them mother fuckers up! The more gloss, the harder their cocks get. Now the most important weapon is the shoes. This is the only thing that you will be wearing the entire time, so choose wisely. Silver or black seems to be what they crave, and the higher the heels the better! They make your legs look amazing! Here, wear these.”
    Carolyn handed Sarah a pair of black, patent leather seven inch high heel shoes that laced all the way up to the upper thigh. Sarah wasn’t too nervous, she wore the shoes before, on many occasions in fact and she loved them. One thing she always loved was high heels, so she was okay with the fact she had to wear them. Carolyn all of a sudden squealed and ran back into her bedroom. Sarah was now worried, when Carolyn made that noise, nothing good ever came from it.
     
    After only a few minutes, Carolyn ran back into Sarah’s room, shoving an outfit in her hands. Sarah looked and immediately shook her head.
    “There is no way in hell I am going to wear this! What the fuck, no way!”
    “Look, all, and I mean all men have this fantasy! Stop bitching; the school girl outfit with those shoes will make you enough money in one night for you to cover all your bills. Now I could be a cunt and say you better wear this or I will boot you out on your ass! I will say it you know. Sarah, you will do great. I will cover your bar tab before you go on, hell if you want, you and I will do a routine together, this way you are not alone, and all the tip money will be yours okay?”
    Sarah looked at the school girl’s outfit and rolled her eyes. The white button up shirt was probably just long enough to cover her tits.  The tie was a skinny one and was black with a small gold crest at the top. The skirt was a red, black and white plaid pattern, and that would not even cover her heart shaped ass. Carolyn grabbed a pair of boy short style panties that would complement the outfit perfect.
    “Just this? No bra?”
    “No, no fucking bra! I mean really Sarah!”
    “Okay fine, now what are you going to wear?”
    “Well, since you are a naughty school girl, I will be the head mistress. I mean you start out dancing, then you act like you trip. I will come stomping out on stage with a chair. Then we do a spanking type thing, then you start dancing and taking off my little ensemble and we both grind on each other and just take it from there! Now let’s get ready okay?”
    Sarah just looked at her like she was an alien and nodded her head yes, and for some reason the thought of her being spanked by her sexy roommate made her pussy tingle. She couldn’t believe that she felt this and she pushed that thought out of her mind. Carolyn giggled and went to her room to change and Sarah started to get dressed as well. They took Carolyn’s car to the club and went in through the back door. Carolyn made sure that there was a bottle of Patron ready for them when they arrived, and there it was, sitting on her dressing table. Sarah laughed and grabbed it and took a nice hearty swig straight from

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