Just The One !

Debbi and Carol were getting ready in their shared hotel bedroom the following evening. The convention was over but several delegates such as themselves who lived some distance away, were staying another night. Carol was already dressed but Debbi was still sitting in her knickers at the dressing table. At least she's taking time over her makeup thought Carol, who had nagged Debbi into agreeing to wear the party frock this last evening. Finally satisfied with her handiwork, Debbi opened the draw to the dresser. "Woo hoo, stockings !" cried Carol, as Debbi sat on the bed to pull on some elasticated thigh highs. "Well, tights would be a bit crap for a night out and it's not the season for bare legs" replied Debbi. "Oh, I'm not criticising. I'm pleased you're making the effort" Carol answered.

"Have you decided who the lucky guy is ?" Carol laughed. "Nobody" said Debbi firmly. "Those posh boys were a bunch of assholes, I'd feel like a class traitor going with one of them" she explained. "But we agreed that you needed a good seeing to" Carol protested. "You decided that, I went along with you for a quiet life" Debbi countered. Oh well the night's young, a few drinks will soon loosen her up thought Carol, as she watched Debbi get into the party frock that they had carefully selected from the shop. "You can't see my tits can you ?" Debbi asked, adjusting the straps of the backless gown. "Not your nips" Carol assured her, though there was considerable cleavage which Debbi was not used to displaying. Debbi fumbled with the tie which was all that held the two flaps of the dress together. "This doesn't feel very secure" she complained. "Tie a double knot then" said Carol, but then they both agreed this didn't look very elegant. "It'll be fine." Carol was again reassuring as Debbi settled on a single knot. "You're not going to be doing anything energetic in it !"

Both women decided that they had eaten enough at the buffet lunch and so they were headed straight for the cocktail bar. There was a piano trio providing some middle of the road jazz as mood music. There was one couple seated at a table but the remaining dozen or so clientele was decidedly masculine, all being attendees of the conference.

The three posh boys, as Debbi had termed them, had been discussing their plan of action with the barman. "You can have the MILF !" Roger, who thought of himself as the alpha male, informed the other two. "No thanks" replied Naseem, the Indian aristocrat. "Who decided you get the hottie ?" It seemed that all three had designs on Debbi. "Well, I guess we can share" conceded Roger. "But I'm going first" he laughed. Turning to the barman, Roger said "Those look foul." He gestured at the cocktails that were being prepared. "Designed to appeal to the ladies" the barman explained. "All the fruit and sweetness masks the ****. They knock them back as if they were fruit juice and before they know it, they're legless" he continued. "Or knickerless" laughed Giles. "Hopefully" replied the barman. "So make sure you put in double shots of vodka" Roger instructed as he passed the barman a fifty for his co-operation. " I was thinking of triples" the barman replied. "Good man !" Roger patted his back.

"Here they come" announced Naseem, as Debbi and Carol entered the lounge. Carol looked presentable enough in a smart trouser suit but heads turned towards Debbi in her sophisticated but subtly revealing gown."No jeans this evening ?" asked Roger as he took Debbi's arm and guided them towards a table by an alcove. "Well, it's the last night" Debbi answered. "Indeed it is. So we must celebrate with some cocktails as we're in the cocktail bar" said Roger, gesturing to the barman. "I was just going to have fruit juice" said Debbi. "Oh come on Deb. One's not going to do any harm" urged Carol. "That's the spirit Carol" agreed Roger enthusiastically. "I've asked the barman to make a special low **** fruit based mix" he informed Debbi. "That's nice of you, thanks" she replied. "OK then, just the one !"