Rate this story Your heart is pounding…you think to yourself “Am I actually going to do this…am I really here?” You get out of your car as the soft snow begins to fall in Chicago. Inside your stomach is in knots partially from being nervous and partially from the excitement of being at the Drake Hotel for the very first time. As you walk towards the lobby, you straighten your skirt and squirm just a little…you are not used to wearing panties, but you did this time, just for me. You walk up to the Concierge’s desk and ask the...
