Sam was lost in the rhythm of the music. As she rocked her head from side to side, her wig of long blonde hair whirled about her face in chaotic tresses. Beneath the pulsing lights of the nightclub, each strand shone with a million different colours. Because her job at the Good Night Club called for it, she was topless. Her small, pert breasts swayed with each flounce of her hips, jostling provocatively for anyone who cared to look. She was wearing stockings and short skirt, allowing the hem to rise and fall with each rhythmic sway. She did not know if any of the clientele had noticed but she had removed the cutting G-string that was meant to be a part of her costume. Rather than wearing the flimsy piece of fabric, her sex was completely naked beneath her skirt. She had felt exciting and daring in doing this. Not only was her pussy bare but she had gone to the trouble of shaving the lips so that they were now a thin pouting line of pink. Unused to the sensation of being shaved, she had spent an entertaining morning exploring the pleasure that came from touching the silky, smooth flesh of her depilated sex.
