The Guests Arrive !

Debbi had thought that she would enjoy being the centre of attention as Andrei's guests arrived but the reality of being the only one naked amongst all these expensively dressed and well heeled people was proving to be a mixed experience. There was only the sound of distant music from the main hall and Debbi was disconcerted to be able to hear clearly all that was being said.

"Oh my God, how tacky is that ?" "Typical new money, no idea of what real class means !"

These remarks from the aristocratic horsey types among the guests. The contingent of invited footballers with their WAGs had a different take on things.

"What an old slapper ! Is that cellulite on her thighs ?" From a WAG. "You're just jealous. I'd give her one !" From a footballer. "You'd shag anything that moves !" From the WAG. Debbi felt her face flush as she tried to hold her pose. "Come on everyone, selfies, selfies !" cried one of the WAGs as they crowded at the foot of Debbi's fountain. "I've got to get this for my page, it'll get loads of likes and comments !" gushed the WAG. Debbi hadn't envisaged this escapade getting internet coverage and was slightly alarmed, unaware as she was of the amount of (un)coverage that Lawrence had already afforded her.

Many other comments were much more enjoyable and complimentary and restored her spirits. These were often from guests of a more mature vintage.

"Delightful !" "Most fetching " "My, that's a fine sight for these old eyes !"

The TV fashion crew arrived. "I say, didn't we interview that girl this afternoon ? It was you wasn't it darling ?" the male presenter asked Debbi. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to speak. "Er, yes" she stammered. Lawrence stepped in. "She's only here for a little longer and then we're going to mingle. You can chat then" he explained. "Is she going to mingle like that ?" asked the female presenter, pointing at the unclad Debbi. "I don't think so" grinned Lawrence. "Oh come on, join us in the nuddy, much more fun" urged the camp male fashionista !