Danielle

DANIELLE

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I was wearing a white,

One piece bathing suit

With a red belt secured tight around my waist

 

The boots I had on were pink, leather

And caressed my legs

To just above the knee

 

Everyone I had asked

Had thought they were too dangerous

But I couldn’t have cared less

I loved to be caressed

 

At the moment 

I was taking a last nervous look at myself

In the full length mirror

 

Though I was generally pleased 

With what I saw

Still my suit was a size too small

 

Even though it was sure to end up stretched

I pulled it up till it covered my breasts

 

It felt as though 

It’s straps would break

Yet after a struggle

I had them secured 

 

The suit was sure to leave marks in my shoulders

Still I couldn’t have cared 

 

I just loved the snug fit

And the feel of pleasure 

As it hugged my derriere

Far outweighed the pain

Of feeling restrained

 

Masochistic I may be

Yet for now I’m free, unbounded

And full of energy

 

My golden locks falling past my belt

Had vibrance and bounce

As I danced about

Playfully rehearsing my moves

In front of the mirror

 

When at last I felt ready

To put on a show

I spun a half-circle on my heels

And headed for the hallway

 

My customers were in the recreation room

And I couldn’t afford to keep them waiting

 

I took a deep, uneasy breath 

Outside the door

My hand trembling

As I turned the knob

 

I was tense

And made anything but a grand entrance

As I strolled into the room

 

Two of my customers

Didn’t even bother

To look up from their game of pool

 

I shrugged off their absorbed self-interest

And turned my attention

To the other pair of men instead

 

They too were wearing suits

And were seated on the far end of the room

On a sofa

 

I was pleasantly surprised 

When I realized they were so handsome

 

At most they were only a year or two older than me

And that made me all the more eager to please

 

I wanted to kick up my heels

And prance across the room

Like a Vegas showgirl

But instead, I settled for a lazy stroll

 

Even still, they thought I was sexy

I could see it clearly in their eyes

-the way they focused on me 

As if I were on parade

 

I did my best to play the part

 

Placing my hands firmly against my swaying hips

I ran my tongue in a wide arch 

Across my upper lip

 

In no time,

Having crossed the room,

I stood before them

 

Suddenly however, I was unsure of what to do

 

Every erotic dancer has to start somewhere

Myself, I had never put on a show

For a man before

And was feeling insecure

 

Just then I noticed 

That the most handsome of the two men

Was about to fire up a joint

 

A hit of pot always helped me to relax

And to release my inhibitions

So naturally I sat myself down

In the man’s lap 

When he offered me a hit

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Copyright 1991 by Johnny Blade