Alan, as the indomitable Crissy, leaned casually with her back against the center pole and one leg cocked up and back against the pole. The outfit Alan was sporting was a woman's business suit; that is nominally a business suit in that it consisted of: heels, grey skirt, white blouse, grey jacket, and a peach scarf. Alan was even sporting large dark glasses to complete the effect. The kind of outfit thousands of women wear every day, except for the details.
The heels were stilettos that were at least four inches, maybe closer to five. No woman could survive heels like that for more than a few minutes. In fact, Susan was surprised that Alan had managed to even walk on stage in those things.
The skirt was tight and stopped well above mid thigh. It would be impossible to sit down in it without exposing everything. As it was, a hint of burgundy satin was visible if you ducked down a bit. The jacket at first glance was almost normal, until you realized that it wasn't buttoned and never could be because there wasn't enough material to possibly reach even if there had actually been button holes present.
The white silk blouse gave new meaning to a plunging neckline. Unlike the jacket, It was buttoned; just below Alan's exposed navel. The thin silky material just barely covered Alan's erect nipples while displaying not just Alan's cleavage, but every little swell and oscillation that accompanied each breath. What little that was actually covered by the blouse was if anything, even more eye catching due to how shear the blouse was. "Perspiration alone would turn that material transparent.", Susan thought.
Susan waited and watched in silent anticipation along with all the other men. Finally Alan languorously unwrapped the peach scarf and flowed across the stage with it.
