Striptease

His

[Everleigh]

"Everleigh? Where are you?"

Charlie called for me as he entered the master bedroom, his eyes visually scanning for his girlfriend no doubt who was hiding from him for certain reasons that couldn't exactly be disclosed right at the moment.

Oh, who am I kidding? I was hiding from him because I was too embarrassed to actually strut and flaunt my shit wearing this ridiculous costume in front of him.

I mean…It's really not the fact that he's already seen these parts of me, that's beside the point I'm trying to make here.

And the point being….Was more along the lines that I didn't feel like this costume, outfit, thingamabob that Mikayla managed to convince me to wrangle all of my flabs and creases into, was going to accomplish anything when it came to my sex life with my boyfriend.

Truth be told, I wasn't nervous about how my body looked when it came to Charlie.

He had seen every good and bad part of me, of my skin, flesh and bones and spirit and he didn't even flinch or grimace.

Hell, the man could've ran for the hills if he really wanted to but instead, he chose to stick around.

For better and for worse.

Until death do we part, huh?

Because that's the only way I'll ever leave this Earth.

When I'm dying with him by my side.

And I think the reason for that might be because I love that man so very much.

God, just the thought of going through life without him now that I've discovered how incredible he truly is….I don't know how I ever made it this far without him.

Gulping as I, quite abruptly, came to the terms that I would eventually have to leave the bathroom unless I wanted to live inside of it forever, which really wasn't an option realistically speaking here, I tried to stall as long as possible as I fluffed my hair and readjusted the outfit once again.

Jesus Christ!

How many latches and hooks can this thing have?

I swear, I feel like something's going to pop out soon and it's probably going to be one of my boobs or an ass cheek, I'm just not sure which one it'll be first.

Don't get me wrong, the outfit was cute but I felt just a little bit like a sausage being stuffed into those weird pig intestines.

Packed in and ready to burst at the seams.

I know logically that I was a bit slimmer, that the corset/bustier could hold bigger tits than mine and the thong bottoms didn't make my ass look too massive or clogged with cellulite but I was still self conscious about my body, to say the least.

I know, most strippers didn't give a rat's ass since we just use our bodies to our advantage but since meeting Charlie, I wouldn't say that I've been more self conscious, just more self aware of how I looked and presented myself.

Mainly because I wanted to be good for him, good to him.

I wanted to look and feel nice and learn how to please him just like he pleases me.

And oh man, does he know how to please me….

"In here! I'll be out in a second!"

I said through the bathroom door to keep my boyfriend at bay from searching throughout the master bedroom and eventually finding me in the bathroom, I wasn't ready yet for him to see me in this getup.