Best Served Cold

But Debbi wasn't done yet. She had more targets to expose, more **** to exact. She turned her attention to Diane and Angela, her eyes gleaming with a sense of purpose and determination. She knew that she had to act fast, before they had a chance to realize what was happening.

She made her way to the bar, where she had arranged for a special drink to be prepared. It was a potent mix of **** and spiked with a special ingredient. Debbi knew that it was the perfect weapon to use against her rivals, the perfect way to expose them in the most humiliating way possible.

She approached Diane and Angela, a friendly smile on her face. "Ladies, can I get you a drink?" she asked, her voice filled with a sense of innocence and sweetness.

Diane and Angela exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. "Sure, why not?" Diane said, her voice filled with a sense of challenge and defiance.

Debbi smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Great, I'll be right back," she said, her voice filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

She made her way to the bar, her eyes locked on the bartender. She had already instructed him on what to do, and she knew that he was ready and waiting. She ordered the special drinks, her eyes gleaming with a sense of power and control.

As the bartender prepared the drinks, Debbi turned her attention back to the dance floor. She could see Carol, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her eyes filled with a mix of shock and embarrassment. Debbi knew that she had achieved part of her goal, that she had exposed her assistant in a humiliating way.

But she wasn't done yet. She still had Diane and Angela to deal with, and she knew that she had to act fast. She made her way back to the bar, her eyes locked on the drinks that the bartender had prepared. She knew that they were the key to her ****, the weapon that would expose her rivals in the most embarrassing way possible.

As she picked up the drinks, she felt a sense of satisfaction and triumph washing over her. She knew that she was one step closer to achieving her goal, one step closer to getting her **** on those who had humiliated her.