" I eased my skirt higher to show the stocking tops and suspenders, giving Greg a smile. "Well, keep going," my husband said, so I tugged the skirt up...until all could see my a****l skin print panties which were very brief and tightly pulled between my legs. Greg's eyes nearly popped out of his head. They just sat staring at what was on show. Was this really happening I asked myself? Having imagined something of the like many times it now hardly seemed real - here I was with half my breasts. For a moment, I threw several glances in her direction, hoping to meet her eyes. Finally, I broke a short moment of silence. “I’m Keri,” I shouted. I stuck my hand out and she shook my hand, smiling. “What brings you into a group full of these knuckle heads?” She made up a brief, sarcastic answer, then looked away from me again. She was very outspoken, constantly sparring with the two jocks at our table. They knew each other well enough to go down memory lane in their conversation, over and. ....I don't know what to......how.......holy crap!”“Yeah, sorry about that. I shouldn't have just blurted that right out like that.”I was so disappointed in myself that I couldn't even meet her eye and for the first time since I had begun this crazy journey I actually felt stupid standing naked in front of Cathy.“No no no that's quite alright, honestly it was just.....Well holy shit it's fucking amazing is what it is.”I looked back up to her to see if she was just patronizing me but she seemed. “Courtney sweetie, you need a bit of help” she said.I thought she meant my voice, my pitch or tone, but Mallory had other ideas including: rolling up my short plaid skirt and unbuttoning my white short sleeve blouse. And getting my ponytail nice and high.“Geez Mal” I replied, “You really think going in there as the skank tart will get me what I want.”“Honey, it always has and always will get a girl what she wants. Push out that damn fine chest of yours and strut those sensational thighs. Girl.