two buckled boots and a mini skirt

something about being at the club always makes me extra flirtatious, ornery, and downright raunchy. seeing the empress doesn't help, since she brings that out in me anyway. going to the club with her, as the designated driver, and spending all night noticing that her skirt is roughly the length of a gnat's wang, was downright crazy making. i wish she could see me as i appear in my mind's eye. but she never will. i suppose it's for the best. at least now i can flirt with her all night without repercussions. and she did slap me on the ass. that's something, right? right? i need a cold shower.