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Burlesque Freedom

Right here. I’ll do it right here. Lots of foot traffic. No Police. There are cameras, security cameras; that’s okay, I don’t mind ending up on Youtube.

I’ll start with the gloves. Probably no one will notice at first. Though I am getting checked out by some of the men already, just for the outfit. It’s a great outfit; Dita herself couldn’t get up any better. Well, maybe she could. Next, the jacket hits the floor. A couple people who pass are grinning, but no one stops yet. By the time the skirt slips off I should have a crowd.

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Title by: Tiara
Story by: David

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