Sexy Schoolgirls

Sexy Schoolgirls

“School Disco!”
Friday night, doors open 8.30
FREE ADMITTANCE
(Anyone wearing a school uniform.)

I read the poster, again. My favourite night-club, was advertising a ‘School-Disco’ for the following Friday.
Immediately, I rang my friend, Shelly. “ We are going to have so much fun on Friday. P.J.s’, night-club, is having a special night, and we will get the chance to dress up as schoolgirls!” I shouted into the ‘phone.
We spent the next few days going through our wardrobes, looking for suitable skirts and tops. Shelly has a 15 year-old sister, so we raided her drawers, too. By Thursday, we had decided, Shelly would wear her sisters gym kit, which consisted of green shorts and a white vest, that were at least two sizes too small, and I chose an old grey, pleated skirt, of my own, with Leanne’s shirt and tie.
As we got dressed, on the Friday night, I produced a pair of black, seamed stockings, and a suspender belt. “Janet, you tart!” Shelly shouted at me. “Too true!” I replied, grinning, and we both fell onto the bed laughing. When we had finished putting our hair, into pigtails, I looked in the mirror. She was right, I looked like a tart. I was wearing black patent, high healed, shoes, seamed stockings, with my black and white suspenders and red g-string, the skirt was so small, it showed my stocking tops, a tight, white shirt that was knotted underneath my, Wonderbra encased, breasts, and far too much bright, red lipstick. “Tarty, but damn sexy!” I announced. By comparison Shelly looked quite plain, but, without a bra on, her large breasts were fighting to get out of the tiny vest, and her long legs would always attract men.
We took a taxi to the part of town were the club was. The driver adjusted his mirror so that he could get a clearer look at us, in the back seat, so I kept opening my legs, flashing my red knickers. When we got out, he gave us his card, telling us to use him any time, day or night.
As we queued to get in, the wind kept blowing my skirt up, much to the amusement of the guys standing next to us.
Inside, the queue at the bar parted, like the Red Sea, allowing us to be served first. They weren’t being gentlemen; they just wanted to leer at Shelly and myself. Twice, I had my skirt lifted up, so that they could see my arse, each time greeted by a cheer. We were revelling in the attention.
The music was excellent, from the 60’s and 70’s. About thirty people had dressed as schoolboys and girls, making the atmosphere quite sexy. We had a few more drinks, danced, and got ‘chatted up’ a couple of times. We were having a fantastic time, then the D.J announced that he wanted ‘sexy schoolgirls’ for a competition; the first prize was £50 and a bottle of champagne.
Shelly and I ran to the front of the small stage.