That now I had JB tickets, in the front row and mosh pit!!!So this was the day. Finally. I absolutely HAD to look perfect. I wore a cute top, just low...enough to show enough cleavage, but not too showy. Everyone knows I have big boobs. I mean, whenever I go jogging, the teenage boys can't stop looking. Sometimes it is annoying but I love the spolight to be on me. Anyways,the skirt was another matter. It was black and so tight that it looked like latex, and barely covered my pussy, I knew. A girl with too much make up andwearing a very short dress for a saturday afternoon, but a girl all thesame.After lunch the camera came out. Sam couldn't pin point exactly when hehad begun to take pictures of himself but he knew it was one of the morefun aspects of dressing up. The chance to pose and pout and achieve alook that was even more sexy and confident appealed to him greatly. Healso knew he loved to be looked at. To be seen as a sexy confident woman.He guessed in some ways it was a. Would you like that?”Charlie nodded.“Good,” Sara said. “Come with me.”She took his hand and led him around the bar to a locked door. He felt like everyone was watching and his hard-on was sticking out like a sore thumb. Sara punched in a code on a keypad and unlocked the door. They walked down a short hall and then through another door into a small room. There was a pole in the center and a couple of banquettes against the walls.“Have a seat, Charlie.”Sara didn’t mess around with the pole in. She then focussed on my tummy, her fingers swirling in and out of my navel. Her attention then turned to my pussy, slowly moving her fingers through the mixture of oil and my wetness. She took her time and soon I was having orgasm after orgasm. She then stopped, dried my pussy and produced a silk scarf. She began working the surface of my pussy, the silk catching the slight stubble that I had. Her movements were slow at first and then she picked up pace, the effect was electrifying and I began.