Transforming Genevieve Chapter Two Part One - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Two Part One

It was still early in the evening, and I was quite hungry. I decided to get dressed and go out for dinner. After a quick shower, I slipped on the black lace thong and bra, along with a pair of matching silk thigh-highs. Wanting to show off my legs, I chose the slinky dress and stiletto heels that Sara had sold me earlier. As the dress slid down over my body, I studied my look in the full-length mirror. The dress was light grey and shorter than anything I'd ever worn. It barely covered the top hems of my stockings. I was sure when I sat, they would be exposed, if not some of the creamy flesh above.

I decided that if I was going to dress like a whore I might as well go the whole way. I took the dress off and removed the bra. The material slid over my nipples, and they instantly became erect. I applied a light green eye shadow and red lip gloss. The combination made my eyes sparkle, and I looked very sexy as I viewed my image in the mirror.

I was anxious to see the reaction of the men I'd come in contact with, so I grabbed my small handbag and headed for the elevator.

As the doors guided open and I stepped into the hotel lobby, an elderly couple was walking toward me. Their reaction to my appearance told me that I accomplished exactly what I wanted. The woman looked at me like I was a high-priced call girl, while her husband looked at me like he'd be willing to pay any price to fuck me. I smiled at them as I walked past and headed for the street.

The doorman smiled ...

... widely as I approached.

"Evening, Miss, will you need a cab tonight?" he questioned.

I grinned at him and answered, "No, thank you. It's a beautiful evening. I think I'll walk."

"Well, be careful, Miss; we wouldn't want you meeting with any of our unsavory characters tonight,” he offered.

I smiled and said, "Only if I get lucky!"

As I strolled down the street, the light breeze blew my hair back over my shoulders, exposing my erect nipples to anyone who wanted to look. I stepped with a slight bounce which caused my tits to jiggle as I walked.

I wanted to be noticed. I wanted men to look at me like I was a slinky, long-haired sexual toy. The feeling excited me, as did the looks I was getting as I walked down the street. I thought, Gen, you'd make one hell of a high-priced call girl. Men might be willing to pay quite a lot for a night of sex with you. I decided to experiment and see just how much they would offer. I’ve written an erotic story or two about women who work in the sex for cash business. But the ladies in my stories were more trashy than classy, so I would have to play my role from what, in my mind, a high price call girl should act like.

Finding a restaurant with a lounge, I walked inside and slid onto a bar stool. I crossed my legs and pulled the hem of my dress down so that only a sliver of dark silk at the top of my stockings was exposed.

The place was not very full; only a few couples were seated at the bar, waiting for their tables to ...