My friends, Lars and Kristiina, invited me to a reception. They told me that it was a competition: the girls should dress up in their sluttiest outfit. So, my outfit consisted of a white crop top, black shorts, and a pink leather jacket, no bra. My shorts were tiny and tight, showing off a hint of my panties. I wore black high heel shoes.

When I arrived at the reception, I realized Lars and Kristiina had lied to me. It was a high-profile event of some Norwegian investment bank. All men wore suits, and all women were in elegant long cocktail dresses.

I was the only one looking like a cheap whore!

The atmosphere lightened up as the evening progressed. I even connected with one horny junior analyst, and he invited me to his hotel room. Unfortunately, he caught performance anxiety, so his penis failed to rise to the occasion. But he ate me out with much enthusiasm, and I made him cum with a handjob.