"How Much For The Dress ?"

Before the auctioneer could begin trying to obtain the best price for Debbi's maid service, a loud voice boomed above the general hubbub. "How much for the dress ?" There were widespread murmurs of approval. A disconcerted Debbi recognised the speaker as the manager of a rival company. Debbi had been for an interview there but had turned them down in favour of her present company. It was Jeff who now spoke. "Well, since the lodge purchased the gown specifically for Debbi to wear this evening, it seems only right that it should contribute to the coffers. The successful bidder gets to take it off of Debbi !" The bastard, she thought. That's why he was so concerned about my underwear. And I'm not wearing a bra !

"The dress cost two hundred and eighty pounds, so shall we start the bidding at three hundred ?" The auctioneer swung into action and bidding was brisk. It came down to a duel between the rival manager and a City broker, slightly younger than the average at this gathering. In the end, this City gent paid seven hundred and fifty for the privilege of joining Debbi on the small stage to unzip the back of her dress by her bum and undo the clasp of her halter neck. These two simple actions, aided by gravity, caused the dress to pool at Debbi's feet. Appreciative shouts greeted the sight of Debbi's bare breasts , skimpy lace knickers and hold up stockings. Debbi blushed as she stepped delicately out of the dress and the successful bidder made off with it, waving it over his head. Another raucous shout wanted to start an auction for her knickers but Jeff quickly put an end to that, insisting it was time to move onto the main business concerning Debbi.

As Jeff had predicted, she was astounded by how much people were willing to pay for twelve hours of her maid service. Whether she was much gratified by this was another matter. And how much was just these men boasting about how much disposable income they had also wasn't clear. But as before, an escalating duel developed between two bidders. One was a local aristocrat, Lord Bellingham. Contesting him was a Harley Street heart specialist Dr. Khan, who had won the girl's services last year. Debbi was astonished to be sold to Dr. Khan for ten thousand pounds amid much fanfare and congratulations over the record amount raised for the children's hospital tonight.

She was still stranded topless on stage as Jeff briefly interviewed Dr. Khan about his plans for the following day. It seemed that Debbi's main task would be as waitress for a large dinner party the Khans were throwing in the evening but she would also help during the day with various chores resulting from the building work they were having done on an extension. She was kept hanging around for another half hour as the event wound down and Jeff got all the directions and details about where she had to go tomorrow. Dr. Khan had told her to dress casually, a uniform would be provided for the evening. Just when Debbi thought she would be driving home with Jeff in her knickers, the City gent from earlier gallantly returned her gown. As they were finally about to leave, the lodge elder took Jeff to one side. "It's a good job she doesn't really know what she's likely to be in for tomorrow. And a good job she hasn't met Mrs. Khan !" The two men laughed heartlessly.