DADDYS private tent 

 The line at 2:17 a.m. was absolute hell, but I was so close I could almost taste it.

 I’d been standing here since midnight, and my feet were killing me in these strappy heels. I kept shifting my weight, lifting one leg and shaking it out, trying to get some blood back into my toes. The movement made my short black dress ride up my thighs, and the cool air hit my bare pussy, reminding me exactly why I’d decided to go commando tonight. Stupid horny decision. Now every little breeze was teasing my already soaked folds, and I was low-key dying inside.

 Number 54. The bouncer...