He gave you very explicit instructions before you left home. You knew the better you followed them, the better your reward would be. “No bra, tight low cut top, no panties, skirt” That’s all that accompanied the plane ticket. You had no problem not wearing a bra around the house, but out in public, on a 6 hour flight across the country? The thought made you nervous, but in that tingle between your legs sort of way. You smoothed out your shirt, adjusted your skirt, grabbed your bag and headed out the door. Your Uber was there waiting. Your driver looks back at you to greet you as you get in the car, and then does a double take. You can’t be certain, but he seems to have seen something he likes.
Walking through the airport you feel the eyes all over you. Every so often you happen to make eye contact with someone as they try to pretend they weren’t staring, and when you do you give them a sly smile and a little wink. You weren’t sure if you were going to like the attention, but the more it happens, the more it draws you in. It’s addicting.