I was just out to show off, and have a good time wearing a short skirt and high heels at the local TV club.
Tonight, though, I went a little farther than usual. I had bought some new things, and I was dying to show them off.
I wore my latex rubber corset: pitch black, very tight, and very heavily boned from top to bottom. It was smooth enough not to show under dresses, and tight enough to make me look like I had natural breasts, even let them jiggle a little. The corset held up some sheer black seamed stockings with little sparkly rhinestones woven in.
The centerpiece of my outfit was my new dress. Made of a heavy midnight black spandex/velvet blend, it was sleeveless with, a halter-style top, a sweetheart cut-out neckline, and a 3" rhinestone "collar" for a neck.
The waist was incredibly tight, but the skirt was slightly pleated and flared out to swish around. The swish ended about 4 inches below my ass, a good 2 inches above my stockings.
It was sort of a parody of a formal cocktail dress.
OK, it was a hooker dress.
Normally, it was too small for me. But it fit perfectly now, since the corset shrank my waist so much. When I stood, you could see my stocking tops clearly beneath the hem. When I sat down, the skirt lifted up completely so you could see my panties. Well, you would have seen them if I had been wearing any. Instead, you could see my bare ass.
I had accesorized the dress with some long dangly rhinestone earrings, a wide rhinestone bracelet on each wrist, and a rhinestone anklet.
To finish the effect, I was wearing my tallest pair of shoes: black patent ankle strap sandals with 6" metal-spiked heels. They were clearly fuck-me shoes, and thus a perfect match for the dress.
There was no chance I would be mistaken for a woman. Dressed like this, I clearly looked like a hooker.
I was delighted.
It was going to be a good night. With any luck, tonight would be the night I'd pick someone up at the club. I was still a "virgin", but every time I strutted my stuff, I got closer and closer.
