You decide to wait, but the thought of her changing and what she would look like gives you a woody. You quickly grab a magazine to read and cover it up, trying to get your mind off of Roxie naked only a few steps away.
A few moments later she pops through the door. “TA DA”
You stare blankly trying to figure out what she is trying to portray. The zombie mask doesn’t go at all with the rest of her outfit. Leather bustier, thong and knee length stiletto boots carrying a small leather crop. Confused, you say nothing; just stare at her bust line, wondering if a nipple will pop out.
“What? Nothing to say? Come on, tell me what I am dressed up as.” She teases
“I honestly don’t know. A zombie prostitute maybe?”
“Noooo silly. I am a zombie Dominatrix.” She giggles
“Domi what?”
“Dominatrix. Don’t you know what a Dominatrix is?” she asks curiously
“Ummm no.”
“That is what they call girls who tell boys what to do. You know, in bed and stuff.”
“Well, I don’t know about the Domina whatever, but if you take me to bed, you can tell me to do anything you want.” You answer boldly
“Careful bucko, I may just take you up on that.” Roxie says as she pulls off the mask and saunters over to you. Touching the crop to your ear, she slides it down your neck, across your chest and down to your lap. Flicking the crop she slides the magazine to the floor, revealing you’re hard on. “It looks to me as if you like what you see, don’t you?”
“Well yaaa. I always did think you were hot looking, but that outfit puts you over the top!”
“Soo, if I agree to take you to bed, you will do anything I say tonight?” she persists.
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