Chapter 4 by wicker

What's next?

She arrives early

Anne drove to the restaurant. She could not stop herself. She wanted to drive back home and put clothes on, but she could not. She pulled up to the restaurant, and got out of her car. The valet came up to her. He saw she was naked, and he looked at her with a mixture of lust and derision, but he said nothing.

Anne, a stupid smile on her face, walked almost robotically to the front door then inside to where the hostess station was. "I'm here for the Morgan party," said Anne with her **** smile.

The hostess looked Anne up and down. "We have a strict dress code here, but you must be some sort of pathetic sugar baby slut, so I'll take pity on you. Come with me."

"Thank you," said Anne to the insult, still with her **** smile.

Anne was shown to her table. She took a seat. She then saw Bella come in with a well dressed older man and a well dressed older woman, her boss and his wife.

Anne could not stop with the stupid smile. She wanted to crawl under the table and curl up into a ball.

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