It was her dress

Dana saw the stranger reach into his pocket and pull out something that looked like a piece of fabric. Using both his hands, he held it out in front of her.

Dana's eyes widened in horror as she saw what it was.

It was her dress! Well, it wasn't exactly what she had been wearing when she had walked into the restaurant. This one was much shorter, more like a strapless mini tube. Still, she recognized the fabric and the stitching. This was what her dress had been reduced to, at the moment she had decided to make a run for the restroom.

"What? How did you get this?", she yelped, her voice a mix of anger and surprise. She motioned to grab it, but the man moved his hands so it was just out of reach.

"Uh-uh. Before I give this back to you, I need you to listen to me carefully.", said the man, his voice annoyingly calm. Dana realized that she had no option but to listen. While she would prefer getting dressed immediately, she didn't exactly want to wrestle the guy to get it back.

"Fine. What do you want?", she said, her voice tinged with annoyance. She put her hands back in their protective positions. Seeing her dress had made her acutely aware of her nudity.

"I need you to do something for me.", replied the man. Anger shot through Dana's body. He wasn't satisfied with stripping and fucking her - he wanted more! As if to remind her, she felt some cum leaking out of her pussy. She squirmed, her mind recoiling from the memory.

"No way!", she fumed. "Now give me back my clothes."

"Alright, look, you've had a big night." he replied. "How about this - give me your number. Let's talk later when we're both less...agitated."

Dana was furious. There was no way she would give him her number. However, he wouldn't return her dress unless she did. "Okay, fine.", she said, motioning for his phone. She keyed in a random number and returned it. "I hope that's the correct one.", he said, smiling deviously. "Because I will take the dress back if it's not."

Fuck, thought Dana. She couldn't be rid of him this easily. Still, she needed her clothes more than anything. She motioned for the phone again, and keyed her real number this time. "Happy now?", she asked, her voice dripping with venom.

"I am. Talk later!", he replied, tossing her dress back to her, before leaving the restroom.