Fake I.D.
Last weekend I went clubbing with a friend of mine. Since I’m not old enough for the bars, I ‘borrowed’ my brother’s drivers license (he’s in the military and left it home). I had to strap my boobs down pretty good, and left off my make-up, and that way I kind of looked close to him. I stuffed all my hair up under a top-hat that my friend had, and I was set … my clubbing dress clung tightly to my skin under the boy clothes I had on.
Once inside the club I just headed back to a dark table in the corner with my friend and slid the pants off, took off the shirt, then took off the hat. After that, I went to the ladies’ room with my friend and used the make-up in her purse to fix up my face - voila! Ready to party!
Out on the dancefloor I had a blast. One partner after another, I was a dancing fool. When I got too tired, I headed back to our table, usually with at least one guy in tow. I’d take a big gulp off my Sloe Gin Fizz and then make out with the guy for awhile before heading back out on the floor. I should have printed up business cards for how many times I gave my phone number out.
After a great night clubbing, I put the top-hat back on, just not covering my hair, and headed out the door. I’m sure my brother won’t miss one pair of clothes when he gets back … he probably won’t even notice.
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