Day before John's party

On Friday, John picked Sarah up after work. He invited her to his house to familiarize herself before the party. Sarah found herself wondering what kind of house he had. They drove down block after block until they reached a gated community, John drove up to the gate, and the guard waved him through immediately. Inside there were luxurious modern houses. Sarah gazed in awe at the building passing by the car window. He pulled up on a driveway and stopped the car.

"We are here, ma'am." John jumped out of the car and hurried around to open Sarah's door. He took her hand as she exited the vehicle and led her up the front path to the door. Sarah tried to take it all in but failed. The house was too vast. John unlocked the front door and swung it open for her. "Welcome to our home."

Sarah smiled at the way he said it. She took a tentative step inside and looked around. The foyer was tasteful and spilled into the living room. The thought that struck Sarah was the rooms seemed very "clean." John walked up behind her and whispered in her ear.

"Let me guide you, ma'am." John guided her through the house, and Sarah's first assessment stood that this house was too clean, like very few rooms were actually used. This held true until reaching the upper floor and walking into his office. Then she saw something that seemed like a lived-in room for the first time. Inside his office were a lot of different objects and curiosities. Sarah took a few steps and surveyed the room. A dark wooden desk approached the large window on the other side of the room. Sarah saw a large white box on top of it. When she got closer, she saw it was embossed with a golden logo. John came up behind her and placed his hands on her hip.

"It's a present for you, ma'am." Sarah took a few steps to reach the desk and gently touched the box's embossed top. She lingered momentarily, contemplating the expensive brand name, and opened the lid. Inside was a neatly folded heap of black fabric. Sarah stared at it transfixed and didn't hear John come up behind her again.

"The dress is for you, ma'am. Hopefully, it fits because I asked the attendants about your fit to make it perfect." Sarah smiled and gently touched the fabric. The feeling was so different like the material was otherworldly. She pulled the dress out of the box and unfurled it. It was a long strapless gown with what looked like a slit up the left thigh. Sarah held it before her, studying the beautiful dress in her hands.

"What do you think, ma'am?" Sarah was still admiring the dress. She felt a little guilty about what it must have cost John, knowing what the brand usually asks for a non-custom dress.

"It's beautiful... It must have cost a fortune." She couldn't see John's face, but his hands wandered up and down her body. He whispered in her ear.

"The price is irrelevant. The only important thing is how you look in it, ma'am." Sarah almost melted when he said that, and he was sexy in such a different way than Michael. She turned around and hopped up on the desk.

"You are going help me dress." She presented her foot to John, who immediately to it and got down on his knees. He kissed her shoe and gently slipped it off her foot. Sarah was wearing socks, and he is them before pulling them off her foot. He kissed her foot this time and changed to her other shoe, which he slipped off with a kiss. He then continued up her legs and unbuttoned her pants, Sarah was wearing chic tann pants and a blouse. He pulled the gently and thudded to the floor.

"Hold on a second." Sarah stopped him before he got up. She guided his head to her panties. John understood the job and let her move him into position. She slipped her panties aside and directed John to her waiting pussy. He licked and sucked Sarah while she moaned.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" It took just a few minutes before Sarah felt the orgasm roll through her. She guided his head back.

"Who's my good boy." She looked down at the breathless John.

"Thank you, ma'am." Sarah smiled at brushing his hair.

"You may continue." John gently helped her out of her blouse and onto the floor. He picked up the dress and helped her step in the dress. Sarah felt the dress slide up her body, hugging her curves perfectly, and when they reached her breasts, John expertly undid her bra and helped her get the dress into place. She then turned around and had John zip her up. She looked at herself but found that the dress was ever so slightly too long.

"Um, I think there's a problem." John took a step back.

"Oh, right. I forgot." He dashed to the other side of the desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out another box. He returned to Sarah and got down on his knees.

"May I?" In his hand was a brand-new pair of black pumps. Sarah steadied herself on the desk and presented her foot to him. He slipped them on, and the dress was perfect when Sarah looked again.

"Do you have a full-length mirror?" She asked, John got up and took her by the hand to the last room. It was evident that it was a bedroom, and like the other rooms in the house, it was tastefully decorated, and he opened another set of doors to a walk-in closet. Inside was a full-length mirror. Sarah stopped in front of the mirror, mesmerized.

"I look like a real femme fatale." she thought. "Just a little makeup and hair and I look absolutely killer." John was standing to the side, totally enraptured by Sarah.