I can feel his eyes on me, burning into my skin, as I stand here in this tight white dress, my cleavage spilling out, my ass hugged by the fabric. He’s been staring all night, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s imagining what’s underneath. Should I give in to the temptation, let him see what he’s been craving? Or should I keep him on his toes, make him work for it? The power is in my hands, and I’m loving every second of it.