Champagne !

Debbi's mind was in a whirl as she padded barefoot over to the bar. She was acutely aware of the bounce in her thighs, breasts and buttocks as she moved naked between the tables. This was entirely different to being up on stage. Declan's little birthday themed stunt had escalated rapidly and Debbi was feeling a lot less sanguine about the whole thing. Down from the stage, she was in a lot closer proximity to people and then there was that girl, Rosie did they say her name was ? Receptionist at the customer's she now realised. She seemed annoyed at Debbi for some reason Debbi could not fathom and now she was going to be in possession of a photo of herself with a naked Debbi ! Thank goodness Declan had got her to sign that disclaimer agreement. But now she was going to have to go over to her table and present a bottle of champagne as well. That hadn't been part of the original idea. In her distraction, Debbi had not registered the remarks about Rosie coming with colleagues tonight and she assumed she was just going to be going over to a bunch of the girl's friends.

There was a crush at the bar and Debbi had to wait. "Hey, none of that" she whirled around as she felt a hand on her ass. And when she finally caught the barman's attention, he did not know what she was talking about, since Declan had made an impromptu decision up on stage when he heard Rosie state it was her 21st. Fortunately, Declan was called over and the matter was resolved. "What table is it ?" Debbi asked when she was finally armed with the celebratory bottle of cheap plonk. "That's what I was finding out" Declan explained. "There's only half a dozen of them" he added. "Only ?" answered Debbi sarcastically. "You're a trooper Deb , thanks so much for this, it's turning into a really successful evening for the club" Declan attempted to mollify her. "Just go over and smile for them. They said they'd be happy to see one of our stars. I'll get one of the bar staff to come over and open the bottle."

Debbi wound her way back through the tables, a little more confidently this time. She could see the girl standing proudly beside a table with Ivan the photographer, who must have been arranging the transfer of that wretched birthday photo. As she got closer to the table, however, Debbi's new found confidence rapidly drained when she saw who it was that Rosie had been sitting with at the table !