Chapter 12

Bianca Kensington called Hildy Hawthorne who then called Brock Davenport who then called Jilly St Clair. Similar calls were all going round for students of the Wellington Private School which sat two towns over from Vanessa. It seems they had all gotten the same invitation.

It came in a gold envelope and stated:

“You have been selected.

The WGA wants you!

We know you know what the best things in life are.

You know a proper place setting when you see it.

Time to be with others of your kind!”

There was a day and time listed. Saturday at 5pm. The place was The Wellington Hall. But none of them knew what this was about.

“I don’t know the WGA from the CIA, but I do know proper place settings so I’m going,” Jilly St. Clair declared on her phone call.

***

“What is the WGA?” Danny said.

“It’s my new group. And best of all, I’m the founder so I am in charge,” Vanessa said.

She was sitting on the bed, post sex fixing her bra. Danny was already dressed.

“And what is this group exactly?”

Vanessa finished adjusting the inserts in her bra.

“The White Glove Association. A group of people who know and properly understand the finer things in life. And most importantly, aren’t afraid to show it. Since Kat made me resign from PHAAT I figured it was time I started my own group anyway. And the best part is we can call it a charity once we will fill out the forms... in the right way,” Vanessa said. She stood up and started to pull up her custom-made panty girdle. Once it got past her relatively thin calves the panty girdle had a hard time going up over her thighs. “Come help your princess, Danny boy,” she said.

Danny dutifully walked over and began to pull them up. Give hard yanks that would shake Vanessa, her jiggly bottom going up and down as he yanked.

“We can donate just one half of one percent to some charity and keep the rest of the membership fees, but still get all the benefits of being a charity,” Vanessa said. “We can get fully funded for our little soirees and make a little profit and no one will ever know the difference. Still working out on how to keep that one half of one percent though. ”

“Oh you’re devious, you know that,” Danny said as he worked her girdle upwards.

“Easy now, baby boy,” Vanessa said, reaching for some chocolates as he yanked the panty girdle into place. Danny pulled the girdle up and over Vanessa’s round stomach. She was now all together but looked like a sausage. Then she grabbed her waist cincher and handed it to Danny. “Pleeease,” she said, making a pouty face.

Smiling Danny grabbed his princess’s waist cincher and wrapped it around her stomach and pulled in back. Suddenly Vanessa’s flabby stomach flattened, and sexy curves now appeared. She looked in the mirror approvingly as she popped a chocolate in her mouth.

“Oh, your princess Vanny is so hot!” she said.

Meanwhile Danny hadn’t fastened it yet. He was yanking both sides together and they just would not meet in the middle.

“Vanessa, suck in your stomach,” he said struggling.

“Oh fine,” she said and took a deep breath in.

Danny was finally able to get one fastener together. He sighed in relief. He then worked down the long line of fasteners as Vanessa kept popping chocolates in her mouth.

“You might make it a… little… easier… if you… stopped… doing… that,” Danny said struggling with the fasteners.

Vanessa laughed at this, putting a hand over her mouth. “Oh, you’re so funny, baby boy.”

Danny finished his tough job and sat on the bed to catch his breath while Vanessa admired herself in the mirror. Turning around she admired her own rear end, which had been pushed into shape and enhanced by the padding the back of her panty girdle, but nonetheless Vanessa was impressed with herself as though she had accomplished something.

“I look simply amazing,” she said taking one last look before grabbing her dress and putting it on. Then she put on her signature white gloves.

“Okay, baby boy, let’s go to work. We have an event to plan for!”