Nick promised me a fun night out at a club that he had heard about downtown. His brother James, whose company I never really enjoyed, was into a wild scene ever since University. He went to all sorts of weird concerts and clubs, but this one he recommended to us in particular.

“You won’t believe your eyes!” he had told us. “But you’ll have to dress in something pretty special to even get into the club. I can get you on the list for the outer door, but the inner doors don’t have bouncers, but cameras. Provided they like you Emma, then Nick will be allowed in too. But Emma, I’m afraid you’ll have to really impress the cameras as they hardly let anyone in.”

I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of this, but it took a lot to shock me. James told me the kind of outfit that impressed them, so I had popped down to Soho and picked up something that would be very unacceptable at a family dinner party! During the day I booked myself into a beauty salon and had a full day of pampering. Pedicure, manicure, facial, and full Brazilian wax…. Nothing made me feel more special than a day being pampered and beautified by a handful of pretty girls.

I returned home and started to prepare myself for the night. I stood before the mahogany mounted full-length mirror in my bedroom and admired my body. I’m 5th 10 and very athletic, with large breasts and long red wavy hair that ran down past my shoulders. I enjoyed the feel of the smooth hairless skin between my legs, and often I’d arranged to stay home alone the night after a waxing just to pleasure myself.

However tonight Nick was due to pick me up at 8pm and it was already 7.15 so I had no time to get out my toys. I took my new outfit out of its bag. The top consisted of a tight fitting black leather corset, with a quarter cup shelf on which my breasts rested. It laced up at the back with white cord, and so I recruited my flatmate to assist me to do it up. The skirt was short black satin, which also tied up in a white bow at the back. The shoes were 5 inch high heels, which when on made my legs look very long shapely. Fortunately Nick was over 6ft 2 so we looked a perfect fit when I wore heels.

When I heard the door ring at 8 I knew it must be him so I slid on my full length, white fake fur coat and moved down the hall to answer the door. I unhooked the latch and quickly lay back against the wall with one leg up under me, and my coat held open to display my outfit.

As the door swung open, I asked, “How do I look, baby?”

But to my horror standing in the doorway was Nick’s driver with his cap tucked under his arm.

“Wonderful madam,” he replied. “May I escort you to the car?”

Slightly embarrassed I closed my coat and followed him to the car, wishing I had looked through the spy hole before opening the door. Nick’s family never went anywhere unless they were in a chauffeur driven limousine or their racing cars. I guess it is part of being rich, but either way I was happy to travel in style. Hopping into the back, with the door shutting behind me, I sat next to Nick and happily received his welcoming kiss. He