She refused again but I continually persisted until I convinced there was no harm in that.. eventually she agreed and my mind started laughing wickedl...y in itself.. she told me to unhook the bra behind and I did it very fast and then she kept her left hand on her breasts and raised her right arm slightly up so that I could slide her bra strap out..As she raised, I saw her armpit which was slightly glistening with sweat and a short stubble which had started to grow looked like the tender top of. There had to be a logical explanation for this. There had to be. She wasimagining things. The straps must have just come lose when she was strugglingto get free. Yes, that was it. That must be what was happening. Her heart pounded frantically in her chest, as she felt the warm breath startto move down the nape of her neck. No, it was real. It felt so real. She shookher head in confusion; her blonde curls tickling around her shoulders as shemoved. Then she froze, her body going absolutely still. Maybe she got kicks out of 'seducing' virgins - you don't know - 'cos once it hit you that those muffled screams of hers were fake you pulled out and left her where she lay. You've never seen her since either.Several years later, you're much wiser about this sort of thing. Women have come and gone in your life (mostly gone when your honed senses told you they were faking in bed). You'd always found it insulting (after your first encounter) for a woman to fake on you. Of course, it hasn't been. I headed back to get changed while Mister Gamboni nodded to the DJ that I would be dancing next. The room was empty as most of the girls had left for the night or were working the floor. I was nervous as fuck as I stripped off my skirt, panties and bra and slid the tiny neon bottoms up my legs, retieing the the strings at my hips for a snug fit before tucking my “secret” carefully inside. I looked in the mirror and was satisfied with the smooth appearance between my legs and then finished by.