Tight Pink Panties: My Secret Weapon for Taking What is Mine!

Tight pink panties let me get away with everything.

How so, you might ask? While there isn’t nearly enough time to tell you all the ways right at this moment, I can give you all a little taste. There is nothing like some sexy visual bribery to get what you want.  I’ve done it for as long as I can remember. Sometimes a simple bending over to pick up my pen will suffice, but it all depends on what the goal is. Do I want a free fill at the gas station…or do I want a new car? Do I want a free stay at a fancy hotel or do I want a stake in the company? I know it might seem a little insane that my tight pink panties do all of these things for me, but the proof is in the pervert.

Let’s begin with perv number one.

We can call him John, dirty John. I watched John for quite some time before making a move. I studied him while looking for any weaknesses I could find.  John didn’t wear a wedding ring, but he had a tan line on his finger. We met at the Tesla dealership where I inquired about purchasing a car. I wore a pair of tight pink panties, which was a ritual for me. His office had no traces of a family so I knew I had to dig deeper. “Gosh John, I’m super thirsty. Is there a vending machine here?” He walked me over and silly me, I had no cash! Gladly, he offered to pay, and there, right in his wallet,  his wholesome, little wife.

He had no idea my tight pink panties were about to fuck his life.

He whipped his wallet closed quickly, but I acted as if I hadn’t seen a thing. “Oh, thanks, John!” I said ever so bubbly as I caressed his bicep with a smile. I sipped on my diet coke as we walked around the car dealership. We finally made our way to a gorgeous red number. “How about this one?” I said with a slight head turn. I made sure he got in first so he could see what was under my pretty little skirt. After getting in, and looking at his face…

I knew he saw my tight pink panties. And this is where the magic happens.

Sipping ever so gracefully, I asked where the ladies’ room was. Knowing it was to my right, I found my opportunity.”Yeah, It’s right over…” Just as John began to point, I lined up my opened can of Diet Coke with his moving hand. The soda spilled all over…me. I squeaked as he apologized profusely. Looking at John I said, “Can you hold this?” After passing him the can, I slid my hands up my skirt and began to pull down those tight pink panties. I threw them in my purse and said, “Can we go to your office so I can dry off?” Shocked, he stuttered “Yyye-yes.” We got in there and I placed my handbag right on his desk. Knowing there would be nothing more than coffee napkins in there I said “Oh gosh, I guess I’ll have to go dry off in the ladies’ room.”

Giggling I laughed “Well, at least I know where it is !”

After calming him down, I walked out. I stood outside his office and did a countdown. “And 5, 4, 3, 2…1.” I swung open the door and there he was with my dirty tight pink panties buried in his face. I snapped more photos than paparazzi and closed the door.”FUCK.” He whimpered. “What do you want…I’ll do anything!” He cried. I looked at him and said, ” I want the Tesla.” He tried to argue until I let him know that Debra, his wife, who lives at 231 Pinetree would love these photos! He quickly agreed that he didn’t want his life to be completely destroyed.

He handed me the keys and I  said “Not that one, the one in the back.” He looked at me perplexed and said, “what’s wrong with that one?” I threw the keys back at him and said “It’s got diet coke all over it you fucking perv.”

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