Danni sat in the back of the limousine as it purred through the streets, her heart heavy with anticipation of what was to come. The idea of an evening at Tonia's house was one that filled her with trepidation. There was something about the woman that made her very nervous indeed. The American had an air of confidence about her that Danni lacked. What really bothered the youngster, though, was the way she herself was forced to act, and the reaction of Tonia to her promiscuity. The woman's own behaviour, as compared to her own, always seemed to give her the moral high ground.
Above all, though, Danni knew her own confidence would be eroded by the way Wright had made her dress for that evening. Dress was hardly the word, she mused; she was practically naked.
She had been allowed no top as such. All she had found on the hanger was a long white silk scarf. This she had draped about her neck so that the two ends hung down over her breasts. It really was quite inadequate. She also wore the briefest of bikini bottoms, not much more than a G-string, also in white. The skimpy garment was very tight, so much so that it outlined her sex lips perfectly, and the near transparent material left her pubis almost completely exposed. Worse still, she'd had to trim her downy hair in order to ensure that the tiny triangle covered it. White stockings with lacy, elasticated tops encased her shapely legs. Her shoes were shiny white with high heels and pointed toes. All in all it was an outrageous outfit, that she would have been embarrassed to wear even in the privacy of the bedroom, yet here she was on her way to a party attended by people she didn't even know.
The car slowed and pulled into a driveway. The house was a large one, though by no means comparable with Wright's. As they drew to a smooth halt at the entrance a man stepped forward and opened Danni's door. She peered out, suddenly feeling the panic rising as she realised that the time had come to reveal her outfit.
'Miss?' The chauffeur had turned in his seat and the tinted screen that separated him from his passenger buzzed expensively as it lowered. 'This is the place, miss.'
Danni took a deep breath, then stepped from the car. As she bent forward the scarf fell away from her breasts, momentarily uncovering them completely. She hastily grabbed the ends, straightening up and draping them over her nipples once more.
There were a few steps up to the front door, which was being majestically held open by a liveried servant. If Danni's outfit shocked him he didn't show it. Maybe, she reflected hopefully, she would not be the only one so attired.
As she reached the door, Danni turned to watch Wright's limo drive away. It occurred to her that she had made no arrangements about being collected, and she felt a momentary sense of isolation as she realised she was alone, with no means of escape. Just then another car drew up and she turned and entered the house, anxious not to be seen by the people in the vehicle.
She found herself in a large hallway. In front of her were grand double doors. They were open, and there posed the elegant Tonia. Beyond her, Danni could see people milling around and gossiping and laughing politely. Any hopes she might have had that her appearance would not be out of place were immediately and violently dashed. Every woman within sight wore a beautiful gown, and the men wore dark and immaculately tailored suits. Danni glanced down at her own barely covered figure, and wished desperately that she was more adequately covered.
As she approached Tonia, the lovely hostess theatrically stretched out a hand.
'Ah, Judith, you came,' she beamed. 'But what happened to your clothes? Were you mugged or something on the way?' She threw her head back and tittered gaily at her wit.
'No, I...'
'Well don't just stand there, my dear - people will see you. Quick, you'd better come upstairs and I'll find you something more suitable to wear.'
'I... I don't need anything,' Danni struggled to say what she knew Wright would expect her to say, her face reddening.
'But what do you mean?' Tonia looked genuinely taken aback. 'You're practically naked.'
'I wore these deliberately. Don't you like them?' She dropped her hands to her sides and gallantly returning Tonia's stare.
'What an extraordinary girl you are!' the woman enthused with a knowing glint in her eye. 'You're outrageous! Look at the way the servants are staring!'
Danni was relieved that she'd apparently behaved - so far - in the correct manner. She was certain that Wright would have gauged Tonia's reaction before selecting the minuscule outfit. She wondered for a second if she and Wright had planned this whole thing together. Somehow she didn't think so. Tonia had, from the start, struck her as a woman with a mind of her own. She had seen Danni's behaviour at the mansion, and was clearly quite capable of arranging this herself. 'You didn't mention what I should wear,' she said, feeling a need to defend herself.
'No I didn't,' Tonia's eyes were crawling appreciatively over her young guest as she spoke, 'but you obviously knew there would be other guests here.'
Danni nodded.
'And don't you mind that they stare at you?'
Danni hung her head. Of course she minded. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. But she was Judith for the night.
Tonia smiled again, and Danni hesitated for a moment, and then followed her into the room as she turned and gracefully joined her guests. There were about twenty people there, both couples and single men and women, and the gay babble died as though someone had turned off a recording, and all eyes turned in Danni's direction.
Tonia took her to a group of eight or nine who were standing beside the large fireplace.
'This is Judith,' she announced to them. 'Judith is Charles Wright's cousin from England. She's staying with him for a short while.'
One of the women in the group, a stern-looking headmistress type glanced at Danni with some distaste. 'And is that how they dress for parties in England?' she sneered.
'I didn't know dress was formal tonight,' replied Danni, wondering why Wright should want to expose her to such humiliation.
'Formal? You look as though you thought it was optional,' returned the woman, and there was a murmur of sycophantic agreement from the little gathering.
'Judith is a little bit of a - how shall I put it - flighty young thing, I'm afraid,' said Tonia. 'If I'd known she was going to show up like this I'd have warned you all.'
'Can't you give her something to put on?' asked the woman.
'I guess I could. Judith, why not go up and borrow one of my dresses?' Tonia offered again. 'You're more than welcome to.'
Danni wished she could say yes. She longed to hide herself from the disapproving eyes all about her. But she dared not.
'No, thank you,' she said. 'I want to stay as I am.'
'You see what I mean?' said Tonia to her friends. 'She's a lost cause, I'm afraid. Now, darling,' she turned back to Danni, 'what would you like to drink?'
A waiter brought Danni her requested gin and tonic and she sipped it uncomfortably. Conversation in the group returned to normal, though she contributed only monosyllables, preferring to remain quietly on the edge. Meanwhile Tonia moved off to mingle amongst the rest of her guests.
Danni glanced about at the assembled people. There was a wide mix of ages, from men and women past middle age to others not much older than her. She eyed some of the younger females, envious of their dresses, and still acutely aware of the inadequacy of her own attire. She adjusted the scarf in a vain attempt to cover her jutting breasts, and nodded as the man beside her passed a remark that she didn't really take in.
Suddenly Tonia was at her side once more. 'Judith,' she said, 'there's a couple of young men over there who are dying to meet you. Come along with me.'
She took Danni by the arm and led her across the room. The two were standing by one of the large Georgian windows. Tonia introduced them. Bart was tall with thick curly hair and an infectious grin. His companion, Gary, was shorter and tubbier. Neither of them was particularly good-looking.
'This is Judith,' said Tonia.
Danni nodded bashfully. She noticed that some of the men were risking the wrath of their womenfolk by stealing furtive glances at her near-nudity.
There was a slightly awkward pause, and then Tonia said, 'Well, I can see you three are going to get along just fine. I'll leave you to get better acquainted.'
Danni barely heard the two men as they jostled verbally for her attentions, too distracted was she by her reflection in one of the many mirrors reminding her that this was no ordinary social gathering. Despite her embarrassment, though, she knew she had to stay in the character of Judith, and she concentrated on responding to their flirting as best she could.
When Bart asked if she'd like to see the gardens Danni sensed his ulterior motive at once. She knew the intention was to get her away from the rest of the guests, and under normal circumstances she would definitely have thought twice. But she was Judith, and Judith dressed outrageously and never turned down a proposition from a man. She was also keen to escape the judgemental scrutiny of the gossiping throng.
'That would be nice,' she lied. 'Shall we go?'
The two men took a hand each and led the young beauty out through a pair of double doors on the far side of the room. The doors opened onto a patio, and beyond that was the garden. They strolled down a path, still holding her hands. At the end there was an ornamental pond, with lily pads floating on its surface. They paused there, and Gary wandered down to the edge while Bart remained with Danni.
He slipped an arm around her waist, and she knew it would be best to do or say nothing that could be interpreted as an objection. He turned her and cupped her cheek in his hand, staring into her eyes. Then he let his fingers trace down the side of her throat, brush the scarf aside and close over her breast. Danni said nothing, but she knew that the way her nipple protruded so proudly told him the effect his caresses were having. He leaned down and placed his lips over hers. For a second she resisted, then his tongue penetrated her mouth and she gave herself up to the kiss, intertwining her tongue with his and closing her eyes as his closeness threatened to overwhelm her.
He kissed her passionately, and she fairly melted into his arms, loving the way his fingers explored her breasts, the heat suddenly beginning to rise within her. For a second she wondered at her wantonness. She had met this man less than ten minutes before, and now she was letting him caress her in the most intimate manner, as if they were long time lovers. But he had aroused her passions now, and she knew she would do whatever he demanded.
Suddenly she felt hands at her waist. Someone - Gary - hooked his fingers into the waistband of her tiny panties. She tried to protest, but Bart's mouth clamped still tighter over her own and his arms wrapped about her, holding her firmly. She struggled, but he was too strong for her, and there was nothing she could do to prevent Gary dragging the briefs down her thighs until they dropped to her ankles. Moments later his hands were sliding up between her thighs and seeking her sex.
Danni moaned as he slid his fingers into her. The pair were allowing no concessions whatsoever. They wanted her, and they intended to take her. Bart's embrace was powerful, crushing her close while his friend caressed her intimately, his fingers teasing her clitoris and sending wave after wave of pure pleasure through her trembling body.
Bart broke off his kiss, staring down at her pretty face, and she knew he could see the lust in her eyes. He mauled her breasts once more, kneading them between his fingers.
'You... you mustn't,' she murmured. But even as she spoke Gary gripped her arms, dragging her backwards and down onto the grass. Once again the young beauty put up a struggle, but it was useless against the two determined and randy men. In no time she found herself lying back on the lawn with Bart pressing her shoulders down.
Gary pulled the scarf from her neck and tossed it aside.
'Spread your legs, baby,' he cajoled.
Danni realised at once the futility of arguing. In truth, she knew any resistance would only be a token gesture. She was too aroused now not to go the full way with the pair and, as she watched Bart unzip his neat trousers, a tremor of eager lust ran through her body. It was with an urgency that shamed her that she worked her panties off one foot with the other and then kicked them aside.
Bart took her first. The coupling was completely without ceremony. He simply lowered his trousers a little, pulled out his rampant cock, dropped to his knees between her thighs, and lunged into her. Danni whimpered and dug her nails into his shoulders as he rutted on top of her, thrusting her hips up at him and urging him deeper. She struggled to breathe as his considerable weight bore down on her petite frame. She could barely credit her own wantonness as her body responded to him, her vaginal muscles caressing his thick shaft even as it violated her. Moments later she abandoned herself totally to him as he began to fuck her with gusto.
He took her with a series of animalistic grunts, pinning her to the ground as he thrust again and again. The last vestiges of Danni's resistance had evaporated. She was consumed by the sensation of his cock as it ploughed back and forth inside her, every stroke sending her to new heights of ecstasy, so that she cried aloud, oblivious to whoever might hear.
His thrusts became more urgent, his hips pounding down against her own, and she knew he would soon come. Over his shoulder she could see Gary slowly masturbating as he watched the debauched scene before him.
As happened so often, it was the feel of a man erupting deep into her vagina that triggered Danni's climax. The orgasm was as delicious as it was violent, her perspiring body shaken to the core as he spent. Then he was pulling away as his friend took his place.
Gary screwed her in the same impersonal manner as Bart had. But Danni didn't care. The more she experienced the pleasures of sex, the more she came to see that it was a purely physical thing for her. Perhaps she really was a whore, she wasn't sure. All she really knew was that when men took her the way these two had she was more aroused than by the wooing of any lover.
Gary came quickly, pumping his seed into the lovely writhing girl beneath him and bringing her to another glorious climax. By the time he withdrew Danni was panting with exhaustion, her aching breasts rising and falling as she gazed up at the two men.
They both tucked their deflating specimens back into their trousers and straightened their clothing. Then they took her hands and pulled her to her feet. Danni stood before them, suddenly embarrassed at her nudity, feeling pale and vulnerable in the strange garden. She picked up her scarf and slipped it around her neck once more, then looked about for her panties. She couldn't see them anywhere.
She turned to the men for some help.
Bart grinned. 'I guess you were a little too eager to kick them off,' he said. 'There they are.'
Danni followed the direction of his pointing finger, and gasped her dismay. There, floating lazily on the surface of the pond, were her panties.
'Oh no,' she whispered. 'What can I do?'
'You could try fishing them out with a stick,' suggested Bart.
Danni glared at him for a moment, and then realised it was her only choice, and began searching the water's edge. She quickly found a long stick and reached out with it. It was just too short.
'Try holding onto that tree,' said Gary, clearly just as amused as his friend by Danni's predicament.
The tree was a small one, and it was growing right at the edge of the pond. Danni wrapped one arm around it and leaned out over the gently lapping water, stretching to reach her bobbing panties, the stick held at arm's length. She dipped the tip into the water and tried to bring it up under the waterlogged material. For a second she seemed to have them hooked, and she lifted the stick. But the stupid garment slipped from it, and Danni squealed with frustration as her panties suddenly sank below the surface. She poked about frantically with the stick, but in vain. All she managed to do was to stir up a muddy cloud that swallowed her panties, and she guessed they must have got snagged in something near the bottom.
She hauled herself back and turned to find the two selfish men had left her alone. Then she heard a voice calling from the house; it was Tonia.
'Come on inside, Judith,' she called. 'We're about to sit down to eat...'
Danni crouched in the bushes, wondering what on earth she could do next. Her panties were beyond retrieval, that was for sure. If she had been embarrassed by her lack of clothing before, that was as nothing to how she felt now. How could she possibly return to the party naked from the waist down? Yet where else could she go? She was trapped at the bottom of the garden, and her hostess was calling to her. She glanced about for something she could use to cover herself, but saw nothing even remotely suitable.
'Judith, are you out there?' called Tonia.
Danni knew there was no mileage in hiding. 'I'm just down here... by the pond.'
Tonia suddenly rounded a large shrub and came face to face with the English girl. 'Oh,' she exclaimed, clearly bemused by Danni's increasingly bizarre state of undress, 'there you are.' Danni cringed as the older woman took in her state of nudity.
'What have you done with your knickers?' she asked.
'I...' Danni felt so stupid, 'I lost them.'
'You lost them?' Tonia couldn't keep the grin from turning up the corners of her sensuous mouth. 'And where did you lose them?'
'In - in the pond...' she bowed her head like a shamed schoolgirl. 'They sank.'
'But why did you take them off?'
'I didn't. Gary did.'
'Gary took your knickers off?'
Danni nodded.
'And did he screw you?'
Danni hesitated, struggling to keep up the pretence of being the brazen Judith, and then she nodded again.
'My God, you don't waste much time, do you Judith? You've barely met him and already he's sampled your charms. So what was Bart doing all this time?'
'H-he screwed me too.'
'Both of them screwed you? Here, in my garden?'
Danni dropped her gaze. 'Yes,' she said humbly.
Tonia shook her head. 'It's true what they said about you, Judith,' she said. 'You really are a loose young lady.'
Danni wanted to protest, but she remembered her brief. She was Judith, and Judith was, indeed, a young lady of dubious morals. She steeled herself. 'I can do what I want,' she said defiantly. 'It's none of your business.'
'No, I suppose it's not,' said Tonia. 'Oh well, you'd better come back up to the house. We're about to eat.'
'But I can't come up like this!'
'Why not?' mocked Tonia. 'Since when did you start to list modesty amongst your qualities?'
More and more Danni was hating being thought of badly. 'Can't you lend me some panties?'
'Not if you're going to lose them again. Besides, what's the point? The first guy you talk to will have you charmed out of them in five seconds flat.'
'But...'
'I'll tell you what I'll do,' interrupted Tonia, clearly enjoying Danni's chagrin. 'You wait at the door and I'll get your napkin from the table. Once you're sitting down nobody will notice. Come with me.'
She turned and headed towards the house. Danni didn't want to go back, but she seemed to have no choice. Even if she could find another way out of the garden that didn't involve going through the house, where could she go? She was dependent on these people, and she knew it. Slowly, reluctantly, she followed behind Tonia.
When she reached the house there was nobody in sight apart from a servant collecting empty glasses.
'Wait here,' said Tonia. 'I'll be back in a moment.'
She left Danni alone with the man. He stopped his work when he saw her mouth-watering condition, and stared blatantly at her. Embarrassed, Danni placed a hand over her crotch in an attempt to cover her nudity. The servant stood, his eyes fixed on her for a moment, then he continued with his duties without a word.
A couple of minutes passed, and then Tonia reappeared holding a large white napkin. She gave it to Danni. 'Here,' she said, 'cover yourself with that and come on. I'll take you in the back way. Your seat is right by the door, so you shouldn't attract too much attention.'
Danni held the napkin against her tummy so that it hung down just to her thighs. Then she followed Tonia through a door and down a hall. They passed through the kitchen, and Danni avoided the staffs' eyes as they took in the curves of her bare behind. Then they went along another hall and stopped at a closed door.
'Your seat is straight through here,' said Tonia. 'Now hurry up, everyone's waiting to start.'
Danni pushed open the door. At once the hubbub of conversation assailed her ears and she found herself looking into a room full of the guests, all seated about a long table. There was an empty chair near to where she stood. Nobody seemed to have noticed her arrival, so she slipped quietly onto the vacant chair, maintaining what little modesty she had left with the starched napkin and hoping no one had noticed her lack of panties. She adjusted the scarf to cover her breasts as best she could.
There was a glass of white wine in front of her and she savoured a long and much needed drink. Her heart was thumping and her throat was dry. As she put the glass down her hand was shaking.
It was a few minutes before she calmed down enough to begin to take an interest in her surroundings. She was sitting at the table with about thirty other people. Many were chatting together, but she was only too aware of the number of eyes on her, and she tugged nervously at the scarf ends in a vain attempt to regain some decency.
She glanced to her right and left. Both her immediate neighbours were male. To her right was an older man, and the most noticeable thing about him was a bushy moustache. He had an air of confidence as he chatted to a woman on his right.
The man on Danni's left was younger, with cropped hair and glasses. He seemed strangely uncomfortable at her presence, casting surreptitious sidelong glances at her near-naked condition. But his expression was more one of distaste than of lust. Still, she noticed that he could barely take his eyes off her, furtively eyeing her up at every opportunity.
The first course arrived. Normally she would have been starving by now, but her nerves had destroyed her appetite. She picked at the food, not really enjoying it, so that a good deal remained on her plate when it was cleared away.
It was while she was waiting for the next course that she felt a hand on her knee. The sudden contact made her jump, and she darted a glance to her right. The older man was still chatting affably with the woman, yet it could only be his hand that was squeezing the smooth denier of her stockings, stroking her leg and sending small shivers down her spine.
Danni's first reaction was to remove the hand. But then she remembered that it was not hers, but Judith's leg the man was feeling, and Judith would react in a completely different way to such an approach. She took a sip of the very nice wine, trying to remain outwardly passive as the hand crept further up towards her stocking top.
When the fingers found the silky smooth flesh of her thigh she gave a little gasp, her flesh tingling under the touch. He stroked her there, moving his fingers back and forth, and she had to nibble her lip to stop herself making a sound. She glanced anxiously about. The rest of the guests were chatting away normally. Even the man on her right was showing no sign that anything was amiss, despite the way his fingers squeezed her so intimately.
The hand moved higher still, and Danni knew he was seeking her sex. What would he think when he discovered she was wearing nothing there? Her face glowed at the thought, yet still she made no move to stop him as his fingers crawled closer and closer to their goal. She was shaking slightly now, becoming more and more aroused as she anticipated his touch. She felt her nipples stiffen under their inadequate covering as the fingers neared their journey's end.
'Oh!' She stifled the cry as best she could, but still a few heads turned in her direction as he found her clitoris. He ran a digit over the erect bud, and she inhaled sharply as a delicious spasm of pleasure ran through her. She threw the man another glance. His conversation had faltered for a second as he discovered that she was naked below the waist, and now, for the first time, he turned to look at her.
'Please be careful,' she whispered as his fingers slid between the lips of her sex. 'You'll make me come if you don't stop doing that.'
He smiled paternally. 'What happened to your knickers, my little angel?' he asked, dabbing his lips with a crisp napkin so that nobody but the object of his desire could hear what he said.
'I lost them,' she blurted under her breath. 'I... Oh!'
Another cry escaped her lips as he delved deeper into her moist vagina, twisting his fingers as he did so.
'You like that, don't you?' he smiled pleasantly, giving the impression to anyone watching that he was discussing nothing more interesting than the weather with the young beauty.
'I... yes, I do. But you mustn't do any more.' Danni was trying hard to maintain the poise that a girl like Judith might under such circumstances. 'It's very naughty,' she whispered, forcing a smile like his.
'But I like naughty young ladies,' he replied. 'If you put your hand in my lap you'll find out just how much I like naughty young ladies.'
'I beg your pardon?' Danni was sure the whole room could hear their disgraceful conversation, but judging by the lack of anyone taking any notice she knew they could not.
'You heard me, my little angel,' he coaxed. 'Go on, put your hand in my lap. Nobody will see. They're all too wrapped up in their own insignificant little worlds.'
Danni stared at him for a second. He was clearly serious. He pressed his clever fingers deeper, and she found herself spreading her legs a little to accommodate him. Slowly she slipped her hand beneath the table.
She immediately felt his cock twitch. The front of his trousers was lifting like a tent, and she gingerly ran her fingers over the bulge, squeezing it gently as she did so.'
'See how hard you've made me, you sexy little tease?' he breathed quietly. 'I think you should do something about that, now don't you?'
Danni wanted to tell him to get lost; he was taking far too great a liberty with her. But she was Judith now, and Judith would react quite differently.
'What do you want me to do?' she asked, trying to control the way her muscles were rhythmically contracting about his probing fingers.
'How about a nice wank.' The crudity of his words were in stark contrast to the smiling and well mannered faรงade presented to the other guests.
'But aren't you afraid someone will see?' she gasped, hoping he wasn't serious.
'And who's going to see?' he said, his tone becoming just a little sterner. 'Come on, Judith, don't play games with me; you could find yourself out of your depth.'
Danni sensed he was not a man to annoy, and so she moved her hand around his lap and felt for the zip. It stubbornly refused to negotiate the immense bulge stretching it, but after a couple of tugs it conceded, and then she reached inside and eased his awakening column of flesh from the warm nest of his underpants.
Trying to keep her arm as still as possible, so as not to attract any attention to what her hand might be doing, she ran her fingertips down the rigid length, tracing its gnarled contours. It was soon as stiff as a ramrod, spearing straight up from his groin, thick and hot. She wrapped her fingers around it and started to masturbate him as ordered, noting the expression of pleasure on his face.
She glanced to her left. The bespectacled man was watching her, and she knew he could tell what she was doing. His eyes were fixed on her slightly moving forearm where it disappeared beneath the tablecloth, and try as she might, there was no disguising what she was up to.
'That's very nice,' whispered the older man. 'But the trouble is, I don't want to come all over my suit.'
'You - you could use your napkin,' she suggested, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her.
He grinned. 'No... I have a much better idea, my little angel. You could use your mouth.'
'I...' poor Danni was stunned. 'I could do what?'
'You could use your mouth,' he repeated casually. 'Come on, they'll be serving the next course soon.'
She didn't know what to do. 'P-people will k-know,' she stammered, struggling to keep her voice down.
'No they won't,' he said, totally assured. 'Nobody's taking any notice of what we're up to. Get on with it, Judith.' Again he flashed her an unspoken warning that it would be unwise to disobey.
Danni glanced about. He was right; apart from the quiet man on her left, everybody else seemed to be far too enwrapped in himself or herself to be paying any attention to what she was doing. Even so, she made a pretence of breaking her bread roll, and drop it theatrically onto the floor.
With a deep breath she slipped down under the table, gasping a little as the man's fingers slid out of her wet vagina. She knew her other companion would see what she was doing, but that couldn't be helped. She manoeuvred herself between the man's legs and grasped his cock once more. Then she leaned forward, beneath the cover of the tablecloth, and took him between her lips.
She began to fellate the man. At once her senses were enveloped with the taste and scent of him, and she momentarily forgot her extraordinary situation, intent only on pleasuring the stranger. As she sucked he reached under the table, brushed her scarf aside, and massaged her sensitive breasts.
He came suddenly, his rampant cock spitting into her mouth. She kept her lips sealed tightly around the pulsing flesh until she had swallowed every drop of his seed, then she tucked him back into his trousers and slid back up onto her chair.
One or two eyes looked in her direction as she emerged with the roll and rearranged the scarf to cover her breasts. But aside from the man whose semen she had just swallowed, only the man to her left knew what had happened, and he was staring straight ahead, saying nothing, his nose raised indignantly. She sensed he was near bursting with rage at being subjected to her lascivious activities.
She turned to the older man for some sort of moral support, only to find him deep in conversation again with the woman to his right, as if nothing at all had happened.
By the time the meal came to an end, Danni had regained a little of her self-confidence and had begun to fall back into Judith's character. A couple of the guests sitting opposite her had engaged her in conversation, and she had responded happily. The man with the glasses continued to ignore her, but she could live with that.
Before long she was feeling almost at ease, though her lack of underwear continued to prey on her mind.
As the staff began to clear away the dishes, it was announced that coffee would be served in the adjoining room. The guests rose and went through, and Danni was just wondering how she could overcome the problem of the missing panties, when Tonia floated gracefully to her and whispered that the car was waiting to take her back to Mr Wright.
Danni was surprised that she found that news just a little disappointing, and with a little reluctance, she slipped quietly away.