Yes it was technically true that both had seen me, butthe difference was that I was now in the effective presence of a newperson, this Stephanie. It's...sort of like toddlers believing that theyare hidden from you by the mere act of placing their own hands over theirown eyes. It was some unseen woman that had seen me naked, not this onethat I could now see with my own eyes standing there in front of me.It was also a bit disconcerting seeing this Stephanie wearing my clothes.I became a bit excited. My voice is quiet, and i only speak when it is polite, or when i am asked to. i have caramel brown eyes and flowing wavy chestnut brown hair that falls just past my shoulders. I stand at 5'5" and weigh 105 lbs. My measurements are 34, 22, 34, and i wear a B-cup.One particularly cold night i was roaming the streets alone. i was usually walking alone, avoiding someone or other, usually due to my commitment issues which i won't discuss here. i won't bore you with too many details, but i had. She wore some sexy things and her fab body and tight cloths were a sight. She felt guilty that she was living rent free in LA and I dismissed that notion. Stephanie's friend Susan told Steph about a job that paid big bucks, stripping at a high class joint. Susan is a looker like Stephanie and worked there earning $1,000 per night. Steph talked it over with me and I explained it was not all easy money. I asked "Steph what if I come in the club and your stripping how would it make you feel, or. She had a perfect lacy bra and matching thong that left little to the imagination. Justin pulled off his shirt, throwing it across the room. He walked up the blonde and embraced her, locking lips in a lust-driven kiss. He closed his eyes as his senses took in everything about her. Her mouth tasted of sweet white wine mixed with a foul beer, and Justin wondered how much she had had to drink as well. At that moment, he didn't care, however. He gripped her barely covered ass, feeling her tight.