Remember that outfit I described. Heels and mask and coat. Yeah that was it. Under the coat there was nothing.

The stares were delicious. So many men unable to keep their eyes off of my naked body. That nervous energy in me doubled at the sight of them staring. I felt a deep craving need pounding inside of me.

A husky voice from one side whispered, “Holy shit.”

I knew why, from a glance at him I could tell he was enthralled by me and he had damn good reason to be. Over the last few months of my investigation into my darker side I had zero outlet for pleasure and so I poured all of that frustration into the gym. I spent hours in their working as hard as I possibly could to sculpt my body and make it as hot as I possibly could.

I had pale skin, but that just served to highlight the tight muscle of my body under the skin. For the first time in my life I had the outlines of abs, not overly defined but enough to let it be clearly visible that I was fit and firm. And while my breasts had always been relatively big for my slender body the exercise had made both them and my ass tight and perky. They stood off of my body, accentuated by my slender waist and tight curves.

I knew why he was staring at me. I knew why all of them were staring at me. They saw me as a fucking sex goddess. A woman with a tight body beyond that of their wildest dreams.

And never in a million years would they think that this body belonged to me. I was the mousy prude who was too stuck up to have any attention to them. Girls like me didn’t have bodies like this.

How wrong they were.