A Naked Night on the Town

Rama tried to walk faster, but her fancy heels made that nearly impossible.

"Looking good, baby!" A voice called out from behind her.

She felt her face burn and her hands tremble as she smoothed down her dress. That wasn't the first catcall she had received tonight. Or the second. Or even fifth. Honestly, she had lost count after the tenth one.

As excited as she was when she bought the dress, she was now having second thoughts. It was an extremely tight, sheer black silk dress that hugged all her curves, complete with thin spaghetti shoulder straps and a slit that teased the top of her thigh. It was the kind of dress that demanded attention, and she knew she would receive even more of that soon.

The city's new nightclub had its grand opening tonight, which promised half-off admission. Most of her friends were technically already there, but they had chosen to drive, a bad idea since there was no reasonably priced parking close to the club. Another friend was walking, but she was still pretty far away.

Rama's choice of transportation wasn't much better. But she had spent so much money on this dress and had spent lavishly on drinks and admission at bars in the past month. So, the responsible choice was to take the subway. She scanned her card, and the turnstile let her through, but not until the bare metal pole brushed the bottom of her bare butt, sending a shiver through her body. Feeling conscious, she pulled her dress down again, but it barely budged.

Being half-white and half-Latina, she was blessed with her genes, which gifted her wide hips and a dump truck of an ass. It was already hard to conceal her massive butt inside jeans and leggings, but this dress was pushing the limits. Her strict father would never approve of such a revealing dress. But luckily, her parents were out of the country, visiting family in Mexico, and they wouldn't be back until next week. So, for the month they were gone, she had the freedom to wear more skimpy outfits in order to obtain the attention she so desired. That was also why she went overboard and nearly overdrafted her bank account on nights out with her girlfriends. Ignoring her father's strict rules, she didn't hesitate when it came to alcohol and sleeping around. Last weekend, she got wasted and allowed a guy to grind on her at the bar, then spent the night at his apartment. Of course she felt a bit dirty, but the bliss of being taken to orgasm so many times made her believe it was worth it. This new dress was revealing, but that was the whole point. She wasn't going to leave the club until a guy took her home to ravish her.

Rama muttered under her breath that she should have called a taxi, even if it was more expensive. The subway smelled of sweat and stale bread, but that was tolerable. It was her skimpy dress. No matter what she did, it kept riding up her thighs, and she had to basically keep a hand on the hem at all times. She knew the bottom of her cheeks was already showing, but there was nothing she could do. Heat flooded her face as she passed a couple of college guys sitting on the bench, their eyes flicking toward her as she walked past, giving them a free view of her massive booty. The attention was still satisfying, despite her bright red face.

Standing on the platform, Rama shivered as the cold air began to work its way through her sheer dress. She was wearing a bra, but her nipples were already erect and poking out a little. Within a minute, she heard the screeching sounds of the subway train as it roared into the station.

The doors slid open, and she gasped. The train was packed. Of course, almost everyone was going to the same place. The club opening was the biggest thing happening tonight in the city amongst young people.

Sighing, she forced herself inside. The crowd pressed in around her immediately, and she felt her plump ass being brushed over many times. Whether it was accidental or intentional, she didn't mind. She settled for a place in between a guy wearing a strong cologne and a girl wearing a black and white minidress. The train lurched forward, and she stumbled, grabbing onto the nearest handrail. Then she backed up until she felt her backside hit a cold metal pole.

Rama's eyes widened. She could feel the icy metal pressing into her left asscheek, and her heart skipped a beat when she realized it was her bare skin. The dress was sheer, but there wasn't any material in between her skin and the cold metal.

She reached a hand back and realized the bottom of her dress had ridden up far enough to expose nearly half of her ass. A wave of panic crashed over her, and she quickly pushed herself off the pole, but then the train jolted again, sending her backwards.

But this time, Rama wasn't so lucky. When she landed back on the pole, it wedged right in between her fat ass. She whimpered when she felt the metal pole be swallowed up by her massive cheeks. It was embarrassing, but the sensation felt amazing, and she bit her lip to suppress an involuntary moan. It was impossible to ignore the whispers and gasps around her, since many people had seen what happened. Avoiding eye contact with everyone, she pulled away from the pole again to yank her dress down. Her face was burning with humiliation, but there was nothing she could do. She rested the side of her hip on the pole, cautiously keeping it there so her ass wouldn't be violated again.

The train rocked through the dark tunnels, the lights above flickering slightly. She exhaled and leaned forward, gripping the handrail with all her strength. Everything seemed fine for a few moments--until she felt it.

A soft tug at the back of her dress. Her spine stiffened, and for a split second, she imagined some creepy guy behind her trying to take a peek. But when she turned her head, she realized the truth was somehow worse.

A girl in a pink glittery dress was standing behind her, balancing a large purse with a sharp metal zipper, which had caught the bottom hem of her thin silk dress.

Rama spun around slowly and tapped the girl's shoulder, and she gasped when she realized the predicament.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" She squeaked, already trying to untangle it.

The girl's fingers reached back, but she couldn't get a good angle. The purse was twisted awkwardly, and the train's constant swaying made it impossible to be precise.

"It's okay," Rama tried to steady her voice from panic. "Just... hold on--"

Suddenly, the train jolted as it slowed down, pulling into the next station.

The girl gasped, stumbling away from her. Her purse's zipper tugged hard at her dress.

RRRIIIIIP!

Rama's heart plummeted as a loud tearing sound filled the car, seeming to drown out all the loud collective conversations. A large piece of her dress fluttered helplessly to the floor. Cold air rushed across her lower back and butt, and when she reached behind her, her hand met bare skin.

The lowest point of her dress was now at her waist. Almost her entire backside was now completely exposed. Of course, the dress was expensive and now it was ruined, but that wasn't the worst part.

Under the sheer dress, she was wearing a skimpy string thong. There was no way it offered any coverage--it barely covered anything at all. She wanted to bend down to retrieve the ripped fabric, but she knew from the right angles, her pussy and asshole would be visible. That thong was meant to be seen by the lucky guy tonight, but instead, everyone in the train car got a perfect view. She repositioned her own purse--thankfully, it had a long strap to reach down to her rear--but it was small and utterly useless in covering anything else.

The collective gasps she had heard were deafening. She glanced around the train car, her eyes wide open with fear. A guy in a blazer's mouth was wide open to form a perfect 'O'. Two girls were whispering to each other, giggling quietly. Every other passenger seemed to be in shock as they noticed the damage.

Rama stumbled a little, even though the train was now stationary. "Oh my God," she mumbled, her face burning like fire.

The subway doors slid open. The girl whose purse had ripped her dress didn't even apologize but instead betrayed her. Fast as a lightning bolt, she stepped off the train and vanished into the crowd, leaving Rama to stare at her. Passengers left, and the new passengers gasped when they noticed how exposed she was.

Now she was standing here, in the middle of a packed subway car, with most of her round, juicy ass hanging out for the whole car to see. Forget about walking into a nightclub like this. How was she supposed to make it to the nightclub while practically mooning everyone behind her?

The doors beeped and slid closed. The train pulled forward. Rama had never wanted to disappear so badly in her life.

The man in the blazer had come to his senses as he bent down to retrieve her torn-off fabric. Rama gasped as she examined how big the patch was. Everything it used to cover up was now fully bare. A girl in a dark blue off-shoulder crop top came over and pulled something out of her purse.

"Good thing I'm carrying these," the girl flashed an apologetic smile before pulling out some safety pins. "I'll take care of you."

Rama could only pray as she heard the girl instruct the man to hold the fabric in place while she got to work. Soon, she felt the torn-off silk stay in place as the girl carefully mended her dress.

"There we go." The girl ran her fingers along the seam of the ripped fabric before stepping back. "It's not perfect, but you're mostly covered up now."

Rama turned her head back and felt the fabric. It was still loose, but it was now held on to her main dress with five safety pins. She worried the pins would poke into her butt, but she was willing to take that risk over flashing everybody.

"Oh, thank you so much!" Rama embraced the girl in a tight hug.

"Of course," the girl whispered. "Girls always have each other's backs."

Rama was seething at the thought, reminded of the girl who had ripped her dress in the first place. She would be scanning the nightclub for that girl because she was going to get back at her the first chance she got.

The attention around her seemed to slowly ebb away, but she knew what everyone already saw. Still, this kind girl's gesture had saved her from an even more embarrassing night. Rama asked if she was headed for the nightclub, but she shook her head. The girl was off to her boyfriend's and wouldn't be getting off for another few stations.

Finally, with a loud ding, the train arrived at her station. The doors opened, and she could hear the muffled chatter from the platform outside. Without thinking, she darted out of the train as quickly as possible, trying her best to minimize the amount of time she spent in public. The loose fabric fluttered in the wind, but it stayed mostly in place.

Her heart was pounding as she rushed toward the escalator, the soft click-clack of her heels loud even amongst all the noise. She kept her head down, hoping to remain unnoticed, but it was no use.

"Nice view," a voice called from behind her.

Rama didn't dare turn around. The sound of whistling followed, then a few more bold comments.

"Damn, girl, you're thicker than a Snicker!"

"Does it clap?"

A few more whistles rang out, and she could feel the eyes on her as she made her way up the escalator. They were enjoying every second of it. And the obnoxious guys right behind her didn't even try to hide their attention.

Suddenly, she felt a violent tug at the bottom of her dress, and before she could protest, she felt the fabric detach again. Slapping a hand back, her palm struck her bare ass, confirming her fears as it made a loud smack, which echoed all over the station.

"Damn, that shit jiggles!"

Rama almost didn't hear the lewd comment as she was sent into another panic. Her hand hopelessly covered her ass, but she knew it made no difference. She quickly turned around, her face bright red.

"Give it back!" Rama demanded.

The curly-haired guy behind her shrugged. "I didn't take anything."

Rama let her gaze glance from one guy to the other, but she didn't spot the black fabric anywhere. Where did they hide it? Then, the guy furthest behind waved the torn-off piece in the air.

"Give it back NOW!" Rama screeched, then froze in horror as the guy let go of it. The wind blew the piece away, sending it down towards the platform and down onto the tracks.

Now there was no way she was getting it back. Tears formed in her eyes as she realized the nature of her predicament. She turned back around, sobbing, but her heels slipped off the step clumsily and she stumbled backward.

Rama shut her eyes as she braced for her fall, but it never happened. Instead, her plump, round ass met a pair of hands, one on each cheek. The hands pushed her back up, but before they left her, they groped her hard, making her clench her cheeks as she let out a sensual moan. She spun around and saw the curly-haired guy smile. She wanted to scream at him for groping her, but he did just save her from toppling over. Plus, she didn't want to draw any more attention to herself. Exhaling sharply, she turned back around and thankfully they were now approaching the top of the escalator.

People were still looking, as expected, and now she was out in the open, away from the tightly packed crowds. She adjusted the strap of her purse for what felt like the hundredth time, but it was pointless. She was exposed--completely and utterly exposed.

Rama found the restroom and quickly ran inside, nearly tripping on her heels. Ignoring everyone else staring at her, she turned around to view the severity of the damage. On the bright side, the dress was ripped away in a perfect upside-down 'U' shape, and it could pass as part of the dress's design. The downside? This 'design' let everyone see her curvy, round booty bouncing all over as she walked along. Luckily, the safety pins still remained, and after asking for help, two helpful girls helped her to stitch together the dress as best as they could.

Now the dress's gap was more or less closed up, but the bottom of the dress had closed in much tighter. As a result, it barely reached halfway up her gargantuan butt. It was still too revealing, but at least it was a more subtle display of her dump truck. At least she would be able to enter the nightclub without being accused of indecent exposure.

"The nightclub isn't too far away," one of them reassured her. "Just try not to bend over, like, at all."

"We can walk with you," the other offered. "And we'll walk behind you to cover you up."

Rama was moved by their kindness and accepted their offer. She felt much less exposed, and within no time, she reached the nightclub's extremely long line. The two girls stayed with her until she heard her name being called.

"Rama!" Simone called out to her, waving her hand frantically.

Rama said goodbye to the two girls, thanking them again. Then, she slowly and cautiously walked over to her friend. She was surprised that Simone made it here on foot faster than her.

"You made it!" Simone exclaimed, then gasped when Rama turned around to use her friend as a shield. "Rama! Your dress! You're showing so much!"

"Keep your voice down!" Rama hissed.

"Okay, but what's going on? You said your dress fits you perfectly. But it's--"

"It's a long story," Rama muttered. "Where is everyone else?"

Simone instinctively reached to pull Rama's dress down, but she spun around and stopped her.

"Careful!" Rama hissed. "Or you'll make me moon everyone again."

"Again?"

"I'll tell you all later! Just stand behind me, please!" Rama pleaded.

"Okay, okay!" Simone agreed. "So, Esther dropped off Carmen and Lea and then went to park her car. She's still walking back, but Carmen and Lea are already in."

"We should've all taken a taxi," Rama sighed.

"Too late for that," Simone shrugged. "All of us are dumb as hell for not coming up with that sooner."

"Agreed," Rama managed a chuckle. She casually reached behind her and felt another wave of heat in her face as she felt the bottom half of her plump ass. "Especially me."

Esther soon joined them, and unsurprisingly, she was also shocked at the state of Rama's dress. But soon, after what felt like an eternity, they made it to the front of the line.

Rama pulled out her ID, but when she was approved, she fumbled the card nervously and it fell to the ground. Without thinking, she squatted down to retrieve it. And the second that she did--

RRRIIIIIP!

The familiar noise made her blood run cold. The line of people behind her gasped, then whispered to one another. Rama wasted no time and grabbed both her friends and yanked them inside the nightclub. Part of her expected the bouncers to escort her away, but luckily they didn't.

"You just flashed everyone!" Esther whispered in her ear.

"No kidding!" Rama snapped, losing her composure. "But it's not like it was the first time tonight!"

Esther's expression softened, and along with Simone, they walked behind her as they navigated through the club. Carmen and Lea were sharing a seat on a narrow stool, and they both gasped when they saw Rama.

Rama clutched the hem of her shredded dress while her friends surrounded her, their faces a mix of concern and barely contained laughter.

"Oh my God, Rama!" Carmen gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. "You're seriously walking around with your whole ass out!"

Rama sighed, leaning back against the cool wall, barely noticing how cold it was as her ass pressed into it. "It's not that bad," she muttered.

"Girl, you're pretty much naked down there, apart from your thong," Lea whispered, eyes wide. "How did this even happen?"

Rama ran a hand through her hair. "The subway happened."

Her friends were shocked as she gave them the quick story.

"That's insane," Simone said. "Can we help you try to fix the dress again?"

"It's whatever." Rama straightened up. "I'll leave it the way it is."

Simone exchanged a look with everyone. "Are you sure?"

Rama grinned. "Look, half the guys in here have already seen my ass. Might as well make the most of it."

Her friends laughed, and Rama led the way back into the club with her head held high.

The ripped dress and the accidental flash seemed to work in her favor. Everywhere Rama went, heads turned, and whistles were heard. Some bold guys even gave her a few spanks, and she loved it all. She was blushing, but it wasn't just from embarrassment anymore--it was from attention.

Guys offered to buy drinks left and right. Her friends got to join in on the fun too, and before long, her friends disappeared one by one as they found their catches for the night. Of course, Rama had been hit on countless times, but none of the guys did anything for her. If she was drawing all the attention, she was going to wait for the hunkiest hunk.

She sipped her drink while leaning casually against the bar, pretending not to notice how a group of guys nearby were straight-up staring at her. Of course they were. They had a perfect view of her almost-naked ass.

At one point, a drunk guy approached and jokingly said, "You know your dress is ripped, right?"

"Really?" Rama deadpanned, glancing down and grabbing a handful of her bare ass. "Had no idea."

The guy laughed, then stumbled back to his friends.

Rama savored every bit of the attention directed at her, scanning around the club. Then, that's when she noticed someone that stood out.

He was sitting at a table near the VIP section, surrounded by sharply dressed men and gorgeous women. His dark eyes glinted under the low light of the club, and his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass. He was watching the room with quiet confidence.

And he was looking right at her.

Rama held his gaze for a moment before breaking into a slight smile.

He stood and crossed the room toward her, moving with the kind of smooth grace that gave off incredible confidence. He stopped in front of her, eyeing her up and down, before settling on her eyes.

"You've had an... interesting night," he said, his voice low and velvety.

"You could say that," Rama replied, tilting her head and blushing. He was super handsome and her heart fluttered.

"I'm Emir," he introduced himself, offering his hand.

"Rama."

His hand was warm, and his grip was firm.

"You're handling it well," Emir said.

Rama arched an eyebrow. "Handling what?"

"Everyone is staring at you."

Rama smiled. "I've decided to embrace it."

Emir chuckled. "Good on you." He leaned in slightly, his eyes darkening. "Let me buy you a drink?"

"Only if you tell me more about yourself," Rama teased.

They moved toward a quieter part of the club. Emir ordered two drinks and slid one toward her. As they sipped, he told her about himself. He was 23--the same age as her--but already a multimillionaire. He owned a successful real estate business, flipping luxury properties across the city and internationally.

"So you're like... rich," Rama said, blinking. She was tipsy, but just barely.

Emir's smile deepened. "You could say that."

As Rama continued her conversation with Emir, her eyes wandered toward the far side of the club. That's when she saw her.

The girl in the pink glittery dress.

She was laughing with a group of her friends in an isolated section of the club, looking carefree and completely oblivious to the damage she had caused earlier that night. Rama's gaze narrowed, her mind replaying the memory of the loud rip and the humiliating stares on the subway.

"I'm sorry, I'll be right back," Rama muttered, setting down her glass.

She started toward the girl, her heels clicking against the floor with purpose. Heat rose to her face as her hand curled into a fist at her side.

But then, a strong hand wrapped gently around her wrist.

"Rama," Emir's low voice stopped her.

She turned her head and looked up at him. His dark eyes were calm but commanding.

"What are you doing?" Emir asked.

"That's the girl," Rama said through gritted teeth. "The one who ripped my dress."

Emir's gaze flicked toward the girl in the glittery dress, then back to Rama. He couldn't help but flash her a gentle smile. "And what exactly are you planning to do?"

"I have to say something!" Rama said, her voice sharp. "That bitch needs to know what she did!"

Emir shook his head slightly, stepping closer. His hand slid down her arm, his fingers brushing lightly over her skin. "She's not worth your energy."

Rama's eyes narrowed. "You think I should just let it go?"

"I think you've already won," Emir said smoothly. His hand trailed down to her waist, his touch light but deliberate. "Look around."

Rama's gaze shifted across the room. So many guys were still watching her--some whispering, some openly admiring.

Emir leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You turned a disaster into an opportunity. Most people would have gone home crying--but not you."

Rama's lips parted slightly, the tension in her chest easing slightly. "But she ruined my dress! It was over $300!"

"Let her go," Emir said softly, his fingers tightening slightly at her waist. "I will cover the cost of your dress."

Rama hesitated for a moment. But then she smiled, feeling better at his generous offer.

"You make a pretty convincing argument," she murmured. "Thank you."

Rama let him lead her back toward their table, her irritation fading as his arm slipped comfortably around her waist. The girl in the pink dress faded from her thoughts almost instantly, and her conversation with Emir continued.

"So, what do you drive?" Rama placed her hand on top of his, smiling flirtatiously at him. "With so much money, I bet it's something fancy."

"2025 Aston Martin Vantage," Emir answered proudly. "Picked it up just last month, and it's been wonderful. Her engine purrs like a kitten and she rides silky smooth."

Rama didn't know much about cars and had no idea what a 'Vantage' even was, but she knew James Bond was famous for driving Aston Martins. That was impressive enough for her. Clearly, Emir was as classy as he was handsome.

"Aston Martin?" Rama's eyes widened. "So you're like James Bond then."

"I wish," Emir chuckled softly. "If only I had his charisma."

"You're plenty charismatic!" Rama replied, biting her bottom lip sensually. "How are you still single?"

"Work keeps me busy," he replied, eyes glinting. "But that might change soon. Who knows?"

The tone shifted instantly after those words. Rama took another sip of her drink, her heart thumping. The warmth from the alcohol buzzed through her body, and she leaned closer to him.

"Let's get out of here?" Emir asked.

Rama's smile widened. "Absolutely."

Emir's car was parked at the valet outside the club. Rama stared at the bright silver Aston Martin. Its low, aggressive stance and aerodynamic curves immediately commanded attention. She couldn't help but compare this sleek machine to her family's old minivan. For a brief second she felt a jolt of jealousy.

The valet opened the door, and she stumbled slightly as she slid inside, feeling the frigid leather seats against her bare skin.

"I'll turn on the heated seats," Emir smiled gently as he started up his car.

"Max heat, please," Rama mumbled, to which Emir nodded.

The heat kicked in almost instantly, and her buns were nice and toasty.

"You okay?" he asked, amused.

"I'm fine," she said, though her head was swimming from the alcohol.

As the car pulled out onto the street, she realized he wasn't lying. The smooth engine purred like a kitten and the ride was so smooth. A complete contrast to her family's beat-up 1999 Dodge Caravan.

Rama tilted her head toward him. "So... real estate, huh?"

"It's not as exciting as it sounds," Emir said, steering the car with one hand.

Rama gave him a playful look. "Multimillionaire at 23? I'd say that sounds pretty exciting."

Emir smiled. "It has its perks."

They pulled into an underground garage, and Emir led her to the elevator. Two middle-aged gentlemen walked by them, both sneaking glances at Rama. She blushed as she knew she was still putting on a show. That dress had ripped more throughout the night, so God knows how much of her ass was on display.

Rama's eyes widened when the elevator opened onto the very top floor. Of course, Emir lived in a penthouse. His door unlocked to reveal a massive apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.

"Wow," Rama whispered, stepping inside.

The apartment was all clean lines and dark tones--polished marble floors, plush gray furniture, and a modern chandelier casting soft light over the room.

Emir helped her out of her heels as she stumbled slightly.

"Careful," he murmured, steadying her with a hand on her waist.

"I'm not that drunk," Rama insisted, though her footing said otherwise.

"Sure." Emir smiled.

He guided her to the couch and poured her a glass of water. "Drink this."

She took a sip, her eyes wandering over the massive apartment.

"So?" Rama let her voice be all teasing, resting her chin on her hand. "How many girls have you brought here?"

Emir's smile was subtle. "Not as many as you'd think."

Rama smirked. "Lucky me."

She set the glass down and leaned toward him. Her fingers trailed over his forearm, feeling the strength beneath his skin.

Emir's gaze darkened. "Rama," he said softly.

"Yes?"

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I hope you're ready for me."

"I can handle it," Rama whispered, feeling her heart pound.

Their lips met shortly after, and Rama allowed Emir to take the lead as they began to passionately kiss. His hand slid down her back and over the exposed skin beneath her torn dress. Her breath quickened as he pulled her closer, her body pressed against his chest.

Rama's hands slipped under his blazer, feeling the heat of his body beneath the smooth fabric. Emir pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes dark with desire.

"Will you stay the night?" Emir whispered.

Rama smiled. "That was always the plan."

Emir lifted up her body effortlessly, carrying her toward the bedroom.

Rama let her body relax against the smooth silk sheets of Emir's massive bed.

The dim light from the city skyline filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over his bedroom. Emir's hand traced over her hip, his fingers brushing against what remained of her mangled dress.

Her breathing was still shallow, her body thrumming with warmth as she stared up at the ceiling. The events of the night flashed through her mind--her dress ripping on the subway, the shocked stares, the feeling of cold metal right inside her asscrack. At the time, it had felt like a nightmare. But now?

Now she was lying in the bed of a gorgeous, successful man--a multimillionaire, no less--whose hands were currently feeling her all over.

She smiled to herself.

If her dress hadn't ripped, if she hadn't walked into that club with her ass nearly hanging out, would Emir have even noticed her? Would he have approached her? Probably not.

She turned her head toward him. Emir was lying beside her, propped up on one elbow, his dark eyes watching her with quiet amusement.

"What's on your mind, baby?" Emir asked, his voice low and smooth.

Rama smirked. "Just thinking how... all this probably wouldn't have happened if my dress hadn't ripped."

Emir's gaze dropped to the shredded hem barely hanging onto her waist. His lips curled into a lazy smile. "Maybe not. But even with an intact dress, I still would have noticed your beauty."

"Really?"

"Really," Emir confirmed.

His hands began to roam all over her body, and she moaned as she felt his warm palm rubbing against her bare skin. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder, his mouth lingering there before moving toward her neck. Rama's breath became shallow as his lips grazed her pulse point.

She shivered beneath his touch as he began to brush over her erogenous zones.

"You know," Rama whispered, her voice playful. "You've already seen so much of me tonight."

Emir's mouth curled against her neck. "True."

"But..." Rama's eyes glinted mischievously as she rolled onto her stomach, giving her dump truck a little waggle. She twisted her head back to stare at him with a wicked smile. "... there's still more to see."

Emir's dark eyes flashed with excitement.

"You've left so little to the imagination," Emir commented, his voice low and thick.

Rama bit her lip sensually. "Then maybe you should stop imagining... and start discovering."

Emir's smile deepened as his hands clasped onto her amazingly plump ass. Rama didn't hold back a sensual moan as he began to feel it all over. She once again thanked her genetics for blessing her with such a great feature.

"Like the view?" Rama murmured, already knowing his answer.

"I love it." Emir couldn't hide the intensity in his voice.

Rama melted as she felt his fingers slip into her thong before he pulled it off to the side. She could hardly wait, knowing exactly how this night was going to end.

If ripping her dress had led to this--well, maybe it was the best thing that had ever happened to her.