Thursday, September 14, 2006

Terry's 50th Birthday - Story Two


As you can see by the photographic evidence, I volunteered to be the designated driver for my sister Terry’s 50th birthday party. In order to look more like a chauffer, I wore my dad’s jaunty leather cap and a pleather jacket with a bejeweled mauve camisole beneath the jacket. Black pants and high heeled black Candies completed the look.

The outfit was an unexpected hit with the men in our group and, even more unexpected, with one of the women. A few of them kept looking at me like I was the last pork chop at a drunken redneck barbeque. One of my friends said, “That outfit is hot.” I said, “No, it’s actually comfortable. The camisole keeps it from being too warm.” Then, I noticed the look on his face. We were talking about two different kinds of “hot.” I commented to Melissa that I didn’t understand the attraction to the chauffer ensemble.

I said, “I can’t figure out why everybody likes this get-up so much. While I was in the restroom, I looked in the mirror and just thought I looked like some sort of leather fetish porno dominatrix…

…oh…

…never mind.”

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I think you look fantastic!

I suspect it was the heels as its been my experience that females chauffeurs wear flats, even in Vegas.

Maybe next time you can borrow a riding crop to complete the look...

A cute guy on a chain would also be a plus ;-)

Anonymous said...

Dragged around by a collar.

Mommy said...

Any kind of out-of-the-ordinary dress-up kind of outfit guys seem to like. Well, of the "porno" variety...

Laurie said...

Susan - I think you've just come up with my next year Halloween costume. I just need to find a willing guy for my chain.

Charles - I can do that.

Jen - If I had deliberately been trying for porno, I could have never pulled it off.

Sheila - :) - You're too kind. ((blushing))

Dave Knechel said...

I like a woman who knows how to pleather herself.

Laurie said...

Dave - HAHAHAHA! You get the award for best comment of the week, maybe the month.

Oh, and it was my pleather.