Shopping

The next morning, Sarah woke up with a pounding headache. Her mouth was dry, her eyes puffy. As the memory came flooding back, she felt both hot and cold at the same time.

Oh my God… I climbed onto a table… naked under my dress… everyone saw my pussy… I came in front of everyone…

She opened Instagram. Sure enough, there were already a few Stories and posts from the party. In a blurry photo, she could be seen dancing—her red dress had slipped, her bare breasts almost completely exposed, her hard nipples clearly visible. Luckily, her face wasn’t clearly visible in the picture. Still, she felt deeply ashamed.

How could I have done that?, she thought, as her hand involuntarily slid between her legs and she realized she was getting wet again.

Nothing happened for two days. Sarah kept staring at her phone, wanting to text Mia, but not daring to. Shame and arousal battled inside her.

Then, on the third evening, the message came:

Mia: “Hey sweetie ❤ I did it. There’s a spot for you at an exclusive application party next week. To confirm it, I need a recent photo of you. Right now.”

Sarah sent a regular selfie in jeans and a T-shirt.

Mia: “ That’s cute, but way too tame. That’s not enough. Dress to impress. Evening gown, makeup, hair, sexy poses. Show me you’re serious.”

They video chatted. Mia kept reassuring Sarah in a soft voice while she tried on two elegant black evening gowns—both low-cut, tight, and short. Sarah turned around, posed, pouted her lips slightly, ran her hands over her hips.

“Just like that… now a little more seductive. Lean forward, show me your cleavage. Yes… perfect.”

Then the question: “What do you actually wear underneath at an event like this?”

Sarah blushed. “Normal… underwear?”

Mia laughed softly. “Sweetie, you need sexy lingerie. That boosts your chances enormously. By the way, everyone wears masks—that way your identity stays protected. Look…” She held an elegant red lace mask up to the camera. “I can lend you that. But you really need matching lingerie to go with it.”

The next day, they met at an exclusive erotic lingerie shop that mainly carried high-quality and extremely daring pieces—lots of bridal and wedding lingerie, but also pure wickedness.

Mia paid for everything. She led Sarah into a large, luxurious fitting room with a heavy curtain. What Sarah didn’t know: Lisa had spoken to the owner beforehand. Behind the large mirror, a two-way mirror had been installed. A hidden camera filmed everything in crystal-clear 4K quality—from behind and from the side.

Sarah tried everything on.

First, normal but extremely skimpy bikini sets in black and red. Then sheer babydolls through which her hard nipples clearly showed. Mia stood outside and gave instructions.

“Turn around. Pose. Hands above your head… yes, like that. Now lean forward slightly and look over your shoulder.”

Sarah obeyed. Every time she moved, her body was perfectly captured by the hidden camera—her round breasts, her firm ass, her smooth pussy when she spread her legs slightly.

Then came the crotchless and open-crotch pieces. A black, semi-transparent bodysuit with a completely open crotch. Sarah’s bare, rosy labia were clearly visible as she turned in front of the mirror. She put it on, turned around, spread her legs slightly—and the camera behind the mirror captured every detail: the wet slit, the delicate inner lips that opened slightly.

Mia had her pose for longer and longer.

“Now sit on the stool, legs slightly apart… that’s it. Stroke your thighs. Yes, like that. As if you were presenting yourself to your sugar daddy.”

Sarah’s heart was racing. She felt increasingly exposed and aroused at the same time. Each new outfit was more risqué: a red, crotchless suspender bodysuit, a white, see-through bridal babydoll with an open chest, a tiny thong that cut deep between her labia and exposed her clit.

Every time she changed, she stood completely naked in the room. The mirror showed her only herself—but behind it, every movement, every turn, every stroke across her breasts and her shaved pussy was recorded in high definition.

Mia smiled gently and encouragingly the whole time.

“You’re doing wonderfully, Sarah. They’re going to love you.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this… Sarah thought as she stood in front of the mirror in an extremely revealing, crotchless white lace set, her legs slightly spread, her hands cupping her breasts. But it feels… exciting.