“Wear a skirt,” I say. “And no underwear.”

The little gasp Kyla makes is just about the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, and her shock makes my cock twitch. I wait for her to protest, but she doesn’t. “Meet me outside Club Crystal at nine pm.”

With a quick nod, Kyla turns, and everything is back to business as usual.

For the whole day, all I can think about is what I wrote on Kyla’s piece of paper. KASE, CLUB CRYSTAL, EXHIBITIONISM.

I hope she’s ready to go on an adventure with me.

I’m outside Club Crystal at 8.45 pm. There’s no way I want to risk being late and potentially missing Kyla. There’s a chance that she won’t wait, especially if she’s nervous. The doorman, Gerard, is an old friend so I spend a few minutes catching up with him about family and work. When his eyes drift away to something in the distance, I turn to find Kyla walking toward me in a black minidress that finishes halfway up her thighs and has skinny straps that show off her gorgeous golden skin. She’s walking slowly, her sweet tits bouncing with every step, and I can’t take my eyes off her.

Whoever invented the bra was an imbecile. I’m not a man who enjoys prizing away constricting underwired bras from the chests of my girlfriends. My favorite time is when they’re hanging out at home in loose shirts with the breasts in their natural state.

I swallow, the anticipation for the night building in my throat and between my legs.

Did she keep to the deal and come out without panties too? I guess I won’t find out until I run my hand over her hip.

“Fuck,” the doorman mutters under his breath.

“She’s with me,” I say proudly.

“Lucky fucker,” he says, slapping me on the shoulder.

When Kyla’s close enough, I reach out my hand to take hers, bending to press a kiss to her cheek. “You look amazing,” I say, taking the time to breathe in her sweet floral scent.

“You look good too,” she says, her eyes trailing over my smart attire.

I wanted Kyla to feel special, so I pulled out my most tailored suit and crisply pressed white shirt. It fits like a second skin, accentuating my broad shoulders. The flight of birds I have up my neck is also visible at the open collar, forever seeking freedom from the confines of my clothes.

“Let’s go inside,” I say, leading the way.

“Have a great night,” Gerard calls.

I want to tell him we will, but I don’t want to come off as arrogant or assumptive. As the door opens, the base of the music creates a wall of sound. It’s dark in the club, broken up by the flashing colors of lights situated around the dancefloor. The long bar is down the left side of the club, and I figure we could both do with a drink. Kyla’s hand grips tightly to mine, her eyes darting around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

What’s going to happen between us tonight will only work if she trusts me and if she’s willing to let herself go. It’s going to take a level of connection between us that could be a step too far. I’m trying not to think too much about the possibility that she’ll balk before the main event. I’m trying to remember that this is about Kyla and not about me fulfilling a sexual fantasy. This isn’t my first time here or my first time playing with this kink, but it is Kyla’s.

Maybe I’ll be the one to take her too far.

“What would you like?” I ask as the barman dips closer for our order.

“A fruity cocktail,” she says. “Surprise me.”

“I’ll have a whisky, neat,” I tell the waiting man. “And a piña colada.”

As the barman begins to prepare our order, I take my time to look Kyla over. Her lips are painted a dark red, a color I’ve never seen her wear before, and her shoes have a spiked heel that increases her height by around three inches. She’s still a lot smaller than me, but the difference is less pronounced. I’m not the only one who’s noticed how stunning she is. Across the dancefloor, I catch three other men tracing her curves languidly with their eyes. In this place, you’re either a watcher or a person who likes to be watched. They must be wondering where Kyla stands on that scale and whether they’ll get to witness her pleasure later. The thought settles hotly in my belly, anticipation building, but I have to be patient.

“So, how did it go with Lex last night?” I ask.

“Am I allowed to tell you? Did Dex make up rules about disclosure too?”

“There are no rules about disclosure, but I’ll be transparent and tell you that Lex wouldn’t tell us anything outside of that you had a good time.”

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