I got off the Uber, dressed as a slut. No panties, as instructed. I had a lace see-through top, a leather skirt and fishnets, which I admittedly semi-covered as I was walking towards the bar, people were looking. I knew he was in there already. With every step the delusion of prudence slid down and off me along with my jacket and my pussy already wet from being secretly exposed. I tramped towards his booth and greeted him quickly only to avoid eye contact until I was sitting right next to him. Even if covertly, or a pathetic attempt to seem so, I was already desperate for his touch, as a whore should be. I made sure our thighs were touching.
We exchanged some pleasantries from the waist up as I pointlessly looked at the menu, as it was an unspoken fact he would choose for me. From the waist down, he’d already slid his fingers under my skirt and ripped the fishnets, thrusting his fingers in. “Easy access.”, he said as I immediately responded by pushing my ass against them. Everything about me was easy at that point and would be even more so as the night progressed. I would’ve shamelessly sat on his lap only to grind against him. I started breathing heavily and didn’t even try to mask my horny eyes, and didn’t care who saw.