I once again think of the appropriateness that the outfit I’m wearing is a school girl uniform. This teacher is about to have her final lesson tonight. The buttons of the white shirt are all undone; though it’s tied together mid torso to showcase my breasts that are held in place by a strapless bra, and my belly. The red and black plaid skirt barely covers my ass, the clasps of the garters I’m wearing peeking out from underneath. Bending over, I straighten my thigh-high white stockings, then put on my long coat before someone walks in, cinching the belt around my waist. The tight bun I usually have my hair in is gone, leaving my thick curls to bounce around my face and shoulders as I walk out of the restroom and back up to the bar.
I keep my head up, eyes cast forward as he walks around me once, eyeing me from head to toe. He stops at my left side, bending slightly so his lips tenderly brush against the shell of my ear as he whispers, “You look exquisite, Sweet Girl. The only thing missing is a red cape and a basket full of goodies.” Wolf. That’s the look I was seeing in his eyes. I’m his unwitting Red Riding Hood to his Big Bad Wolf. Desire flushes out all the doubt that was creeping in, and now I want to fidget for an altogether different reason.