They were female clothes. He sighed and let himself flop backonto the pillow behind him, his lower arm over his eyes. Oh why had heallowed himself to ...e persuaded to participate in this ridiculous farceof dressing up like a girl? What he had agreed to out of politeness theevening before was anathema to him in the light of day. His father was aproud man and would go wild if he knew about it.Reluctantly he dressed. First the underwear, a camisole and a pair oflong draws that reached halfway to. The rumor was that he was ‘hung’, but none of us had ever slept with him, so we thought it was just a rumor. We danced and he tried to rub up against me, but I kept pushing him away. I had only had a few drinks and wasn’t forgetting my arrangements with Dennis. We went back to the table and everyone was chatting… or I should say yelling. It was typical to be yelling to be heard over the din of all the people striving to be heard over the music. We drank and laughed and everyone talked about. The guys led the way out to the car park with Mel in the middle and me tagging along behind. There was a lot of groping her tits and squeezing her ass which she enjoyed and made no attempt to stop. The leader ushered her into the back seat of a new BMW and sat beside her immediately sliding her skirt up to reveal her shaven mound again. He told one of his minions to go with me to make sure I found the right place and didn't phone the cops. We turned into a parking space behind one of a row of. Maybe he would enjoy watching me dance naked or with just a small selection of tiny erotic lingerie, teasing and enticing total strangers as they stared at my naked body with shameless lust. As we pulled into the underground car park next door to the club, I pulled down the sun visor in the car and straightened my make up in the mirror. Tousling my blonde hair to give me that just fucked look, I stepped out of the car and walked the short flight of stairs up to the Club entrance. Hubby strolled.