Making of a Porn Star (closed for Lynnster83)

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View attachment 2047976 looked through the camera lens at the woman lying on a blanket surrounded by sand and a scene of the ocean in the background. The lighting umbrella needed resetting and he smiled at the young woman wearing a skimpy yellow top and thong. Making his way to the umbrella, he took in her fine curves as he made the necessary adjustments. Having been in the photography business for over 10 years, Carter never tired looking at voluptuous women with or without a lens covering his eye.

At 32 he enjoyed the freedom that free lancing afforded him. His photos hung in some of finest art galleries around town and when word got out that he would photograph most anything, his list of clients grew. There were the normal school and family portraits, sweet sixteen and sports photo shoots along with high school graduation, anniversaries, engagements and weddings. But a few years back, he was struggling to make ends meet when a young couple talked him into taking some photos of them making love. They loved the photos and after a few more shoots, entrusted him to take videos of their carnal lovemaking.

The couple invited him to join them as a bonus and Carter knew he had found the ideal side business. Through the word of mouth, he was contacted privately by couples and some single women to take rather erotic photos. And the money was so much better than the normal photography business. The erotic side of the business was kept strictly confidential and only a few trusted people knew of his side business. Eventually some directors and producers approached him and some of his photo shoots turned into highly erotic videos.

The woman lying on the blanket had requested photos for her modeling career. She smiled demurely at him and he could tell by the glint in her eyes, she was thinking more erotic thoughts. He tried to ignore her looks not because he didn’t want to take her on that blanket, but it was getting late in the day and he had an exclusive wedding to shoot in a few hours.

Returning to the camera tripod, he looked through the lens, liking what he saw. "Okay Amber give me a big smile. Yea that's it .... keep that smile." Moving back and forth, he shot her from different angles. "Ok ... now I want you to sit up, put your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around your legs." He waited while she changed positions, noticing the ample bosom spilling out of the tiny bikini top.

Putting down his camera, he moved the lighting umbrellas while using his light meter to adjust the illumination. "Alright Amber, remember it is a hot summer day and you are enjoying your day at the beach. The wind has picked up and I want you to put your chin up like you are enjoying the feel of the hot breeze. I want you to look straight ahead and then at the camera and when you do, give me a nice sexy smile." Carter turned the fan on high watching how the air moved her hair. "Stay right like you are," he said approaching her. Pulling some of the strands that were caught between her arm and breast, he let them go watching them fly behind her. "Ok here we go," he announced taking a series of shots.

He had her lean back on her hands, pushing her ample breasts out as if she was sunning herself. The wind whipped her long brown hair as he kneeled and took more photos of the young vixen. "Look at the camera and give me a sexy pout ..... mmmm that's right purse your lips a little more ..... yea that's good. Amber close your legs," he said seeing the outline of her lips pressing against the thin fabric. She did as he asked and Carter began snapping a series of pictures. When he had taken more than enough photos, he told her they were done and would send the photos to her for her and her agent to review.

She had a pout on her lips as she got up and slipped into a silk robe. “Do you have time to take some other pictures of me. I heard from a friend that you take very good pictures.”

He knew what she was referring to but he didn’t have time now. “Listen Amber, I don’t have time now. I have an important wedding shoot tonight but we can make an appointment when I have these ready for you.”

“Well I guess so,” she replied unhappily, putting a finger to her lips, sucking on the tip. She got dressed in her tight jeans and shirt, giving him a sexy smile. “I’ll hold you to that Carter.”

When she gone, Carter gathered his cameras, tripods along with some miscellaneous gear and headed to the wedding shoot. Janice and Mike were expecting him at the park in thirty minutes. On the way, he thought about Amber and her request for more daring photos. He made a mental note to get her photos done as soon as possible so he could arrange another session with her.

At the park, the bride and groom were just arriving for pre-wedding photos. He found them in great spirits as he photographed them in the park and on a small bridge. They looked so good together and as he took photos of the lovebirds, he noticed a brown-haired beauty with a tinge of red standing off to one side watching him take photos. She wore a white dress that hugged all her curves, especially her large breasts. The dress was cut low enough to show off a deep cleavage just below a gold pendant swinging on a gold chain.

Carter was mesmerized for a moment taking in her large breasts. He liked the way they adorned her chest, seemingly wanting to jump out of the tight dress. It was as if they were magnetized, capturing the stares of everyone around her. Thoughts of photographing her privately entered his head as he tried to focus on the wedding party. He surmised she must be a close relative or friend of the bride the way bride looked over at her during the shoot. It was a look of sheer happiness on their faces as Carter took his time getting the right lighting for each shot.

Once she looked at him and he smiled, trying to concentrate on the bride and groom but glancing every few minutes to see where she was standing. A few times he turned his camera in her direction, zeroing in on her soft facial features with his telephoto lens marveling at how photogenic she was. When she turned her head toward him, he knew she caught him staring and he quickly turned the camera lens away as if finding something else to photograph. She definitely had some of the qualities his group looked for in the erotic film industry.

Finishing with the bride and groom, he announced he wanted the wedding party, noticing the bride walking to this sexy brown-haired woman. After taking photos of the bridal party, he was ready to wrap up and get to the church for the next part of the wedding. But the bride held up her hand. “Carter would you take a few pictures of my childhood friend. Just the two of us.”

Carter nodded and saw the woman shake her head. “Lynn come on and get your picture taken with me. It is my special day and we were close friends when we lived in the same neighborhood.”

He saw her reluctantly join her bridal friend on the bridge and Carter put them in different positions. Snapping a multitude of photos, he was convinced she had the look that he wanted to photograph more. There was something sensual about her smile and she was definitely a friend of the camera. He took a few more photos and then told them he had enough. He knew he would edit their picture so only her head shot was in picture and sure his directors would want to see more.

As they talked, he walked up to them. “Lynn it is nice to meet you. I’m Carter James. Are you a close friend of Janice? Thanks for letting me take your picture and I’m looking forward to seeing you at the reception.” The blush that filled her soft facial features made him smile. He knew one thing, he wanted to get to know her better. A lot better.
 
How ironic life is sometimes. Here I am at Janice's wedding roughly one year from my divorce. I'm happy for her and Mike, they were so good together. I just hope that their marriage turns out a lot better than mine did. Oh well, water under the bridge so they say. At least we have a near perfect day. Plus, I smile, weddings are always a good place to meet men.

As usual, I can't decide what to wear. After I tried on most of my dresses I go back to the white one. It's perfect for a day like today. I put on a matching bra and panty set and finish it off with a pair of white sandal heels. I adjust myself so that the bra doesn't show and put on a good medallion and chain. That should turn some heads.

I don't know why Janice wanted me here at the park. I was perfectly fine with going straight to the wedding. When I got there she told me that the photographer was going to be there and when he was done with the wedding party that she wanted to get a few shots of us for old times sake so stay close. They were taking pictures and I was checking out the wedding party. No, too short, too heavy, not bad, not bad again whoops wedding band. Maybe I'll have better luck at the reception.

Finally the photo session ends and Janice calls me over. She does look pretty in her dress. I'm still amazed that she's as together as she is, she's usually a mess when stress is involved. The photographer has us pose on a stone bridge together and begins to shoot. Funny, but he seemed to take a lot of pictures of us. I mean, I'm just a friend of the bride. What do I know? I'm not a photographer, maybe it's standard procedure.

After we were done he came up and introduced himself to me. Carter something. Not too bad. Said that he would be looking for me at the reception. But I'm sure he will be working with little time for anything else. Well, better get myself moving to the wedding.
 
Saturday Night - The wedding reception

I pack up my equipment but can't get the image of the woman named Lynn out of my mind. She looked so good in and out of the camera lens. I wonder if she has ever done any modeling for a photographer in the past. I also notice she is not wearing a wedding ring and that is a good sign. Is she dating someone? Will her date show up at the wedding and reception? A lot of questions but no answers, yet.

The church was immaculately decorated and the ceremony was very beautiful. The bride looked radiant and the groom nervous. Isn't it always that way? I had my share of dates but never thought of marriage. At least not yet. With the added sexual bonuses I get from my private photo shoots, there was no reason to tie the knot.

Every one was dressed in their finest, wanting to flaunt themselves. As I shoot photo of the ceremony, I notice a few women glancing around as if checking out the competition or maybe seeing who might be available. I find you sitting just behind the bridal party, absorbed in the ceremony. What's your story? Are you here only for the bride or are you on the make?

The ceremony ends and I continue to take photos until the happy couple are whisked away in the dolled up wedding vehicle. I chuckle hearing the cans clanking on the pavement as the car pulls away leaving the waving and laughing crowd of attendees. I turn to see you standing with another young woman, evidently someone you know. But your eyes are flittering left and right as if looking for someone. Did you get stood up by a date or boyfriend?

At the reception, I have duties for a few hours doing the standard photos of the bride and groom, dancing, visiting friends and relatives, and cutting the cake, . Janice requests I take photos of the crowd and I do just that but I seem to gravitate to where you are sitting. A few men ask you to dance and you do so but I get the feeling it only to be polite.

When the bouquet and garter throw is announced, I watch Janice pull you onto the dance floor and now have my answer, you are not married. A thrill goes through me and when the bouquet flies high and your hand clutches it, I smile. I like the way your boobs bounce slightly and the radiant smile on your face.

I put you and Janice together for some photos and then you with the lucky man. Your facial expressions make it clear you are not enamored by the young man who caught the garter. His friends are hooting and hollering about getting married and he has a painfully shy look on his face.

Afterwards, the bride and groom, ready themselves to leave and I am done for the night. It is still early and the party will go on without them for a few hours. With my gear packed, I get a bourbon on the rocks from the bar. As I sip the refreshing drink, I see you sitting with what appears to be a group of friends. You look bored.

I need to formally meet you and though I am not dressed to the nines like everyone else, your eyes watch every step I take toward you. Maybe I don't want to go home just yet. Pulling up a chair, I smile. "Hello again. Do you mind if I sit here for a minute?" You nod politely, acting indifferent, eyes returning to the dance floor.

My eyes can't help but glance down at your well endowed chest and when our eyes meet again, I wonder what you are thinking. Without thinking I blurt out, "the bride and groom looked very happy don't you think?" What a fucking cornball thing to say. Every couple looks happy on their wedding day. Your look tells it all, you think the same thing. After a few awkward moments, I ask, "Have you ever sat for a photographer before?" Your look of surprise does not faze me. Lynn, you have a special look about you that the camera likes." I wait for your answer and my mind conjures up images of you modeling for me and much more.
 
The offer

"Modeling?, no never entered my mind" I reply. "What you make you think that I could have ever modeled?" But then in a brief moment of ego I state "Hey, but you're the expert, who am I to argue with." I grow silent for a moment and then look at you again. "Tell me, does this type of modeling pay? If it does, I would like to know more." I look at my friends who are starting to take notice of our conversation. "Tell me more, but not here. I've about had it with this how about I meet you in the parking lot in 10 minutes?"

I leave you and start working myself around the room saying good bye to friends. I hug Janice's mom and dad. I think Janice's dad just grabbed my ass. Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe not. Everyone is hoping that I stay but I tell them that I am tired.

I head out to the parking lot and see you by your van rearranging your equipment. you stop as you see me approach.
 
Saturday night - meeting in the parking lot

I see you coming out of the reception hall and watch you saunter to me, your tight white dress hugging every delicious curve. I put the last of my equipment into the van and turn to face you.

"It was getting a bit stuffy in there," I comment seeing your fingers fidgeting with the gold chain around your neck. "Yes I am an expert on photogenic features and you have a lot to offer the camera Lynn."

I lean against the van enjoying the view. "As for modeling pay. Well it ranges depending on what you want to model. Some lingerie models make over a $1000 per day for each session, while others make a lot less. And then there are some who make a whole lot more …….." My voice trailed off not sure I wanted to divulge my side business.

I see I have peaked your interest and suggest. "If you want to have a drink at the Wildcat bar down the street, we can talk more about it. What about it Lynn? Do you want to learn more about modeling?"
 
"Wow! I had no idea that there was that kind of money involved in modeling" I say to you. "Of course I would like to here more about this. How about you lead and I'll follow you to the bar?" You agree and I go to my car and wait for you to leave. You pull out and I tuck in behind you. It only takes a few minutes until I see you turn into the bar's parking lot. I follow you in and park next to you. We enter together and you guide me to a table in the back that is away from everyone else for some privacy. A waitress comes by and takes our drink orders and disappears.
 
Saturday night - Wildcat bar with Lynn

I smile all the way to the Wildcat bar. I can tell you are immediately impressed with the money models can make. But you don't know that much more can be made doing erotic videos. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm not sure you are even cut out to be one of those models. Yeah you have a great looking facial expression but are you willing to go the extra mile to make the really big bucks.

I take your arm and lead you into the noisy bar to a back table. We order our drinks and while we wait I see you looking at the country band playing on the small stage. It gives me a chance to check you out and I like what I see. Nice facial profile, soft neckline, and of course those gorgeous tits enclosed by the tight white dress.

"Lynn, tell me a little about yourself. I like to know who I'm dealing with before we get too deep into this conversation. Do you like to do adventurous things or are you the stay at home type, content to watch television at night?" I need to gauge if you are right for our group or not. So far I like everything I see but you never know what might be hidden under the surface. Are you self-righteous and afraid or adventuresome, wanting to experiment with your sexual femininity.
 
"Well, you know that Janice and I grew up together so I'm originally from this area. We weren't classmates, she was one year behind me. After I graduated high school I went to State for college. It was good to get away from this area for a while. I met my husband, well ex husband at State. We married but only stayed together for 4 years. Once the marriage ended I returned back to here, turned out I missed the place" I laugh a little. "I work in the insurance business, which is boring at times. Lie most jobs it is extremely busy then followed by times of nothing to do. Personally, I'm not seeing anyone and really don't have plans to. Enjoying myself in the singles scene, if you know what I mean." I laugh again.

"Adventurous? Yeah probably more now than when I was married. Like to try new things, experiences. Kind of what attracted me to your suggestion. Imagine, me, a model!"
 
Saturday Night - Hearing Lynn's story

I smile as you describe your life in short spurts. I don't need all the details of your past to know you are divorced and free. Perfect.

I'm with your declaration that you are playing the singles scene. So much for boyfriends getting in the way. They have a way of spoiling things when a willing and excited woman wants to bare all for the camera lens, only to have the boyfriend object. Could this delicious woman be willing to take off her clothes for him to photograph and maybe more?

"Well Lynn," I say staring directly into your eyes. "There is a lot of money to be made in the insurance industry but you can make just as much or more modeling in your spare time."

I thought about your comment referring to enjoying the singles scene and not looking for someone. The divorce must have made you more careful about who she dated. But would you change your mind if you got a good taste of my side business?

The word adventurous jumped around in my head and I knew I had to take this to the next level. "If you like to try new things then maybe ….. just maybe you should try your hand at modeling." I see the glimmer in your eyes and know you are interested. But how interested?

"If you're serious about wanting to experience new things ….. how about coming to my studio and letting me snap a few pictures of you. I don't have any doubt that you would be a great model." As I wait for your reply, I know a certain director who would love to direct you in one of his videos. Hell he might even let me star in it too. But I'm getting way ahead of myself. Take it easy Carter you only threw her the bait and she hasn't taken it …… yet.
 
"Sure, I can do that. Let you take my picture if you would like. Would you like me to set up an appointment at sometime?" All of a sudden I'm really intrigued by this whole possibility. i mean how hard can it be to have your picture taken and be paid for it. I'm sure there are hassles, getting the right angle and lighting which can lead to many do overs but please. "why don't you give me your number and we'll set something up"
 
Saturday night - Making an appointment

You seem pretty eager to try the modeling gig and that makes me very happy. Some women you have to continue to prod until they want to try but not you.

Fishing a card from my wallet, I hand it to you. I'm not sure if you're yanking my chain and when we leave tonight, you won't call. I want to try and set up an appointment right away. "Why not come to my studio tomorrow morning, Say about noon and I can take some portrait photos? If my investors like what they see I'm sure they'd be willing to want more."
 
"Great tomorrow noon it shall be" I put the card away. "oh, is there anything i need to bring, i mean like wear?"
 
Saturday Night - Lynn agrees to meet

"That's great Lynn. As for what to bring I would suggest a few changes of clothes. Something proper and maybe something a bit more daring."

I was still fishing and I didn't want to scare you off. I was still a little hesitant and would be until I convinced you to take off your outfit and bare it all.

I stand and grab your hand as the band plays a slow dance. "Let's seal the date with a dance." I don't give you a chance to resist, pulling you from your chair and leading you onto the dance floor. The patrons look at you, dressed to the nines with a man dressed very casually. When I pull you close, I feel your breasts pushing against my chest. You really feel good in my arms.
 
After the song ends we head back to our table. i see that our drinks are empty and figured this would be a good time to make a clean break. "You must be exhausted" i say to you. "why don't we call it a night and go home and get some rest?" I was seriously thinking about inviting you back to my place but I'm tired too. Plus, I'll see him again tomorrow. I think I would like him to ask me out so maybe i'll flirt a little more tomorrow after we both get some rest.

I drive home thinking about my good luck. This would be great if I could make a go of this. Even if I can't at least so some on a limited basis and help get some of my bills down and manageable. I get home and pull out your card and do an on line search of your studio. There's your webpage which I quickly gloss over and look at independent reviews. All four and five stars. Many raves about the quality of his work within the business. That sets my mind at ease. Nice to know that this is a class operation.

I get ready for bed and turn in. I'm still thinking about me, a model. I look at the watch and it hits me Janice and Mike must be at their hotel by now. I had completely forgotten about the wedding. My hand starts to drift. Wonder what Mike's doing to Janice I think and smile. Wonder if Scott would do that to me? I drift off to sleep
 
Saturday Night - saying goodnight

I was thoroughly enjoying the dance and when it ended I almost didn't want to let you go. But I did and we headed back to the table. I thought of getting another bourbon but realized I would be driving. Besides you acted as though you wanted to leave, telling me we should go home and rest. Hell that was the last thing on my mind but I only met you a few hours ago. What the hell did I expect …. that you would jump into bed with me.

The drive home was filled with thoughts of you and I found myself getting excited to see you tomorrow. Mentally I had undressed you and I realized the muscle in my jeans was growing. I shifted in my seat but to no avail. My mental games of you naked had me excited.

Tomorrow would be interesting and sleep was tough to come by as my mind envisioned us naked, on the set, satisfying our carnal desires.
 
I get up the next morning and go through the daily routine. Finally I decide that I need get ready. i shower, do my hair, nails and make-up. I dress in a T-shirt and jeans with sneakers. he said to bring several changes of clothes so i may as well be comfortable now and get into any of the outfits once i'm at the studio.

I get out a short black dress and match it with a pair of black pumps. I also get one of my better work dresses, it's a light yellow and grab a pair of white sandal heels. I also grab a pair of cut off shorts that are way too short for my father's tastes and a cami top and wedged sandal. Not knowing how in depth this will be i grab a matching bra and panties set as well as a garter belt and stocking, just in case. in case of what? I throw everything neatly into a bag as well as some cosmetic jewelry to go with each look.

I get into my car at 11:45 and punch in your address into my GPS. Tells me I'll be there at 12:15 Damn, way to go you're going to be late for your first day. I call you up but get your voice mail. "Carter, it's Lynn. i'm on my way be will probably be about 15 minutes late. sorry but I am on the way. if it's a problem call me back. if not give me a call back, bye".

I drive like a nut and get there at 12:10. Place looks dark from the outside hope he's here
 
Sunday Morning - Meeting Lynn at the Studio

I woke Sunday morning with thoughts of you coming to the studio. What would the day be like? What kind of outfits would you bring? My mind played different scenarios, seeing your delicious body adorned in some sexy outfit. As I got ready to leave my house, I had a sudden thought. Would you even show?

I arrived at the studio at 10 am thinking I could get a head start on Amber's pictures and Janice and Mike's wedding. I smile as I work on the photos, my mind never really too far from thinking about you. I constantly look at the clock on the wall, seeing the time passing like a turtle crossing the road.

The closer it got to noon, the more I expected to see you come through the front door. At noon, I felt an uneasiness come over me. Were you just playing along last night and no intention of setting for me?

I was hoping you were just running late. I was going to give you until 12:30 and if you didn't show, I was going to close up shop and go home. When I came in, I didn't turn on the reception room lights. I usually don't do that on weekends. It discourages walk-in customers and I am able to get a lot more done.

Checking the parking lot, it was empty at 12:05 and I felt you weren't going to show. I went in the back and as I worked on the computer, I happened to see a car pull into the empty parking lot and you got out. My heart jumped as I waited for you to walk to the front door. I saw the look of concern on your face but when you saw me standing in the darkened area, a smile formed.

"Come on in Lynn," I said holding the door for you. You were carrying a large shoulder bag and I assumed you had brought a change of clothes. You look great in the t-shirt and jeans and I can't help but admire your body.

I walk you to the back room that serves as my studio. It is filled with equipment and various things to use during photo sessions. There is a door to the rear of the studio that is locked and I would not show you that room. It has a bed, sofa, benches, and other toys that are used for my side business.

"Why don't you get comfortable and have a seat on that stool," I say pointing to a tall stool in the center of the area. The backdrop is a sky scene filled with clouds and I plan to use that first. The sand area that Amber was using was off to the side.

"Are you nervous Lynn," I ask as I grab an umbrella and begin to make adjustments.
 
"Actually yes i am. I know it's silly but i'm actually very nervous. Funny isn't it" I sit on the stool as directed. "um, Carter do you want me like this or would you prefer me to change?" I look around while you are adjusting things. Every once in awhile a light gets shined on my face and it makes me flinch.
 
Sunday Afternoon - Easing Lynn's nerves

"It's natural to be nervous Lynn. Most model feel a twinge of anxious anxiety before a shoot. What your feeling is totally natural." I adjust some lighting and see you flinch when the bright light shines in your face. "Let me take a few natural photos of you. I like the natural look you have and then you can change into something else."

I wonder what other articles of clothing you brought with you as I begin to focus my camera on you. I notice you seem to relax a little. "That's it relax and just act natural." I start walking around you. "Turn your head this way ….. hmmmm yes that's good."

I take a few more photos and then smile. "See it's not that bad Lynn. You are a natural. I have a feeling you are going to do very well in this business. Why don't you put on something different on."

I see you thinking about my comment and add. "You can put on whatever you want for the next set. We'll plan to stay here until you model all the outfits you brought with you."

As you got off the stool, I hoped that you brought something more sensual.
 
I get my bag and you point to a side room. i disappear and open my bag. Figured that i would start with the business attire first, the yellow dress and white sandals. I change into them and reappear standing by the door awaiting your instructions.
 
Sunday afternoon - Carter pushes for sensuality

I see you reappear in the yellow dress and I know why you turn the heads of any red-blooded male. The dress highlights all your sensual attributes and I feel a stirring of desire in my loins.

“Lynn come and sit on the stool again.”

When you are seated, I adjust the lighting and start taking photos. It’s time see if you really have what our group is looking for in a potential porn star. “Ok Lynn look into the lens and give me a sexy smile.”

Your eyes meet mine. Are you going to do it or balk at my request? Your lips part slightly, your tongue wets your lips. The urge inside me grows stronger.

I reach out, pushing a stray hair off your cheek and then slowly run my fingertips down to your neck. My fingers want to stray further south but I reluctantly pull them back. “Good girl. Now put your finger on your lip and give me a sensual pout”

I start shooting again, loving the sensuality in your look and wonder where this session was going to end up.
 
Ok, this seems a little strange but I do as I am told. At one point he brushes away my hair from my face. I must admit it made me a little flush. The lights, the camera clicking and his touch. I'm beginning to get turned on but I try and block it out and concentrate on the directions Carter is giving me
 
Sunday Afternoon - Wanting to see more

I take a series of photos that will surely please the group of investors but they will want more. "Lynn you are doing such a wonderful job. You're a natural baby." I see your eyes widen at the term baby. If my hunch is right you are going to be called a lot more names than that.

I put my large hand on your shoulder and give it a soft squeeze. "Did you bring anything else that might show off your cleavage?"

While the yellow dress gave the viewer a good look at your breast size, I wanted to expose as much of the soft flesh before I made another more daring request.
 
"I have several items that I also brought. I have a black dress that is similar to the one I wore to the wedding. I honestly didn't know what to bring so I have a pair of cutoff shorts with a cami top." I reach into my bag to get them mentioned items. My plan was to show them to you and let you decide. In my rush to get them out the garter belt falls out and onto the floor. "Whoops" I bend down and grab it quick and throw it back into my bag.
 
Sunday Afternoon - Choosing a new outfit

"Very resourceful," I say seeing you pull out the different outfits. I about said the shorts and the cami when I see the garter belt fall to the floor. Thoughts of seeing you in some sexy underwear swim around in my head.

"Put on the black dress, some sexy underwear and the garter belt. I assume you brought some sexy underwear and nylons to go with the outfit?"
 
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