Mine were no exception, and we started to hit it off, and he asked me to go out on Friday night. My last class was out at two, and major prep time was...needed. I had the perfect dress that looked good, but not slutty, the perfect shoes, and I had enough time to make my hair look right. Im not what anyone would call beautiful, but Ive been called plenty cute. Im about five foot seven, a hundred and twenty eight pounds or so, I barely fill a c-cup, but playing volleyball all through high school. She was wearing the top to one of her new thong bikinis and there was a lot more of her C-cup tits out than in. She saw my reaction and asked if I liked it and all I could do was nod my head. She turned her back to me and very slowly slid her shorts down to reveal virtually all of her gorgeous ass with what looked only a thin string going across at the top and one strand disappearing between her cheeks. When she turned around, I just stood there and stared. The tiny patch of fabric barely. ‘I guess I better go and do some warm ups’ I announced. I was feeling a little nervous and excited about performing soon. ‘Wait!’ Kate called out, ‘I can’t get my dress on!’ Kate was one of the principle dancers in the ballet production we were doing. ‘I’m on in 20 minutes, can you help me?’ She asked. I stuck my head around the dresser. ‘Okay.’ I replied. We closed a curtain hanging across the dresser. ‘Help me get this off.’ She directed. I couldn’t see why she didn’t do it herself, but I. And so it happened that Cinderella, dressed in nothing but her leather straps crossed over and under her luscious breasts so they stood out more, arranged in criss-crosses over her pertly plump bottom, with a laced latex waist cincher, thigh-high leather boots, and with the most beautiful, shining double-ended glass dildo half-sticking out of her anus, was stood in the doorway of the Palace Royale, surveying the scene before her.All the Sexiest people were in there, dancing, cavorting, groping.