Sexpo Melbourne 2005 - Friday
Sexpo Melbourne November 2005 has come and gone, and it was a wonderful and enjoyable, though crazily busy, weekend. I had a blast and was in a content, happy mood all Sunday - probably running on endorphins.
I managed to successfully apply to be part of the promotional staff at Sexpo and signed up for Friday (18th) and Saturday (19th) night. I wasn't sure what it entailed, but expected some handing out freebies, parading around, being gawked at, and generally stirring things up. I wasn't far wrong.
I was also accepted in the Amateur Strip show for Saturday night as well. That was a highlight which I'll embellish later.
My primary outfit for Friday night was a long slinky black dress with open tie-up sides all the way up to the arms. It is one of the most teasing and sexy pieces I have, and really accentuates the best parts of me.
The night started with me strutting around with one or another of the other promotional staff. It was lovely getting looks and "Hey girls" from random strangers and stall organisers. We wandered around and look at some products and toys as well.
I ran into some drag queen friends who I hadn't seen for a while and chatted a bit. One of them asked "Cassie, are you wearing any underwear?". I nodded. Of course I was, but it wasn't immediately obvious with my dress. To prove my point, I lifted my dress and flashed them a bit. Naughty me!
Halfway through the night, I got the ok from my supervisor to go watch my friend Erin perform as part of the Marquis De Sade show. The show was very good, the costumes were fantastic, almost like a movie rendition of hell with mock whipping and binding. Very theatrical and classy. Damn I wish I knew about it earlier so I could have applied to be part of it.
After that, I rotated into giving out pamphlets and freebies outside where people were queueing up. I don't think the crowd knew what hit them. It was fabulous. I realised in the back of my mind that what I was wearing would be bordering on indecent exposure if it was on the street. Every time I was bending down to pick up more pamphlets, my dress would part all the way up to my hip. At one point, I heard some guy whisper loudly: "She's not wearing any underwear!". Hah! You wish, mate!
Time went by quickly, and before long, I decided to sign off for the night with still about an hour left to spend shopping around for myself. My feet were killing me anyway, so I went to change into boots.
That was Friday night.
(To be continued)