We had two rules about carding people. 21 to get in and if you were cute then no age minimum was enforced. It was a brilliant idea since the fat ugl... chicks would go away pissed off that they couldn't get into the club and since they tend to have the biggest mouths, word got around that we were strict with the ids. Of course, this was just smoke and mirrors. We had all sorts of girls in there who were under 21. I started my first shift on door this one Thursday Night. Thursday night at. We got out and I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked differentwithout any hair and felt quite sexy.I looked for my clothes but could not find them. I asked if Cleo had seenthem.She said they were gone and while I was here, I would dress in herclothes. She said her room mates would help me when she had gone but 'fornow to just put on these'. She handed me a pair of her knickers. Theywere a hot pink lacy G string. She also handed me a pair of hot pinkstockings.I slid the panties up my legs. Her parents were overly strict with her but she was never abused mentally or physically.She felt like she were claustrophobic in that house. Even when she masturbated, she had to practically gag herself from being heard by her mother. Being one of the prettiest girls in high school, she wasn't permitted to date until her senior year. "I'm not allowed to date," was her answer to all those who asked. She felt left out when she heard the other girls at lunch telling of their nights out with their. She clasped her legs round my waist. Her flip flops dropped to the floor. I lifted her top over her head while she deftly unbuttoned my shirt, and then pressed her body to my chest, skin on skin. “This feels so naughty,” she said. “Yeah. The walls aren’t very thick. I want everyone to hear me fuck you. You game?” “Definitely.” I leaned over her, forcing her back until she lay on the desk. I unbuttoned her shorts and slid my hand in to cup her mound. No pants, just like I’d thought. She moaned.