The lustful tale

Abigail's father ran a local city business. It was a professional outfit, supplying services generally to large company headquarters. What those services were, Abigail didn't quite understand. Her father was slightly evasive about it. She knew he employed a lot of women, so she presumed it was for secretarial or admin assistance services or something like that. But what was for sure, was that it was doing quite well.

One day her father mentioned that there was a city dinner for many business leaders. As one of the dinner sponsors, he saw it as an opportunity to drum up some more clients with sale speak. But he didn't have a partner to go with (Mum had died when Abigail was quite young and he hadn't remarried). Then he pondered aloud whether taking his 18-year old daughter along as his partner would be something she would like to do.

"It would help me out," he said, "for the sake of appearances. Most people know I have a daughter and not a wife and I'll introduce you, so there won't be any misunderstanding or problem. What do you think?"

Abby wasn't too keen on attending a posh and boring business dinner full of important people, but she felt she had to help her father out on this one, so she agreed, but in truth, she felt a little apprehensive about the idea. She would have preferred to go with a friend or two, but that wouldn't do. Sure, her father would look after her, but she had a feeling that with his business, he would be running off to talk to various people during the evening, leaving her to fend for herself and get bored.

To give herself more self confidence, she decided to dress really well, but on reflection, she had to admit that she had probably overdone it a bit. Quite a bit. Well, quite a lot more than a bit actually. She spent the afternoon in the hairdressers giving her wavy dark brown hair a "posh" but attractive look as it fell around her shoulders, curling at the ends with several tendrils trailing near her face. She had her legs and bikini-line waxed and used some cream to remove the remainder of her pubic hair leaving her mound soft and smooth.

She decided to wear her posh cocktail dress although it was probably shorter than strictly required. It was an elegant black strapless number with a high, narrow waist, knee length skirt which flared out loosely, a low back and a scooped front. To show off her legs, she wore sheer black deep lace stockings held up by garter straps.

These were clipped to the piéce de la resistance which was an expensive black lace and satin strapless basque. It had front ties and a tightly laced back, narrow waist cinched tight, lacy underwired cups that held her large breasts up and together and just covered her nipples. There was a frill of a small lace skirt just above the lace garter trim. Over the garter strap ensemble, she slipped on a flimsy pair of black satin lace edged, low front, high leg delicate panties with little ties on the hips. Once the dress was on, the centre lace of the basque was just visible in the scooped front of the dress in her cleavage.

To round off the outfit she wore slip on heeled shoes - not too tall, but enough to lift her calves slightly and to present her body better, and a silver pendant necklace resting high on her chest, with matching earrings. The overall effect was stunning, but she didn't quite realise just how stunning and desirable she looked. Even in her naivety she was glad to wrap an elegant long black women's coat about her shoulders as she waited for her father.

Her father had arranged to be there to take her to the venue, a large mansion out of town, and she was beginning to worry that he had forgotten her as she touched up her make-up. But then the phone rang. It was her father explaining that he was still in the office, that he would change and go straight from there, and that he had sent a car to collect her and take her to the venue. She protested that she didn't want to go alone, but he assured her that he would meet her there.

Shortly after his phone call, the car arrived. It was a large, executive car and the driver had a uniform complete with cap. He held the door open as she swished down the steps and glided into the luxurious back of the car. The driver greeted her with an "Evening Miss" which she acknowledged. As the car progressed towards the dinner venue she wondered who was going to be there and where her father would meet her; hopefully at the entrance.

When the car drew up to the large mansion entrance, her father was nowhere to be seen. She was ushered up the steps and welcomed inside. A butler offered to take her coat, but she was still feeling a bit nervous and she declined. As she progressed into the expansive entrance hall she was greeted and acknowledged by many of the people already there. Most of the people there were men. There were a few women, all over forty or so, and all in business suits, and she was thinking of how appropriate her attire was.

It was certainly not the case that all the men had their wives in tow as her father had implied. In fact if all the women were there on business grounds (as they appeared to be), she must be the ONLY one there as a partner. She held her long coat tight around her shoulders, hiding her dress from curious eyes. The men were a variety of ages, mainly in dinner suits. Many admired her and smiled towards her. Maybe people did know who she was after all. But where was her father? She wandered amongst the reception rooms looking for him, feeling a bit apprehensive and unsure of herself.

"Looking for someone Miss?" a deep but friendly voice echoed behind her. She turned to see a tall, well built man in an expensive suit of about late 30s maybe early 40s.

"I was looking for my father who is supposed to meet me here" she explained. She introduced herself and the man beamed with recognition.

"Well John told us he had a daughter, but never mentioned quite how beautiful she was".

She blushed and lowered her head, appreciative of the comment but feeling self conscious, clutched her coat around her shoulders. He introduced himself as Roger, a client of her father's, but she didn't recognise the name. Then he explained that her father was likely to be late, and suggested that he looked after her until he arrived. Before she could decline and as if to confirm her acceptance, he grabbed a glass of wine from a passing waiter and offered it to her, in a way she couldn't refuse.

Smiling, she extended her arm to take the glass and as she did her coat opened a little and he immediately caught a glimpse of her dress, admiring the low front and decided he wanted to see more.

What he knew but she didn't, was that her father was not planning on attending the dinner at all, but instead, had agreed to let Roger "escort" his daughter as a sweetener for a bid deal.

"Well, she certainly looks sweet", Roger thought to himself. As she sipped her wine nervously, he tried to put her at ease, pointing out important people about the place and briefly introducing her to one or two other men. They all smiled at her in a friendly way and she was starting to feel more at ease with her impromptu chaperone. Then the gong for dinner went, and since they had seen no sign of her father, Roger offered to take her through to the dining room.

As guests filed into the posh dining room, a butler offered "Can I take your coat Miss?" She was about to refuse again, but Roger slipped it off her shoulders, drew it around her back and folding it, handed it to the butler. Then, turning to admire his "charge" he drew in his breath as he looked the young beauty up and down.

"Well that certainly is a great improvement" he complimented her. "What a shame to hide yourself underneath that coat."

She blushed again, trying to downplay her appearance and wishing she had brought a large handbag to hide behind. What he actually thought was "Bloody hell! What a looker! She's gorgeous! I'm not letting her out of my site tonight." He quickly, but not obviously noted her figure, well presented in the dress, her high narrow waist, the flair on the knee length skirt, the smooth, nylon clad legs, but most notably her large breasts held offered up by the strapless support. She looked ravishing.

One or two other men raised their eyebrows in appreciation of the young beauty revealed as they filed into the dining room. Roger ushered her in ahead of him, so that he could check out her nice pert bottom in its slightly flared skirt. Roger made sure that she sat next to him (she suspected he had displaced whoever had originally been about to sit there, but he did it subtly, and nobody complained).

She sat on his right and throughout the meal he ensured that she was well attended to, even pouring her more wine himself. What she didn't notice was that he had slipped a couple of "enhancing" pills into her glass with the move.

During the meal she kept her eyes averted, except to glance up to see if her father was entering, so she didn't quite pick up on the appreciative glances that most of the men sat nearby were giving her. She relaxed a little as the wine (and the drug) took some effect, but stayed very quiet. Roger took every opportunity to surreptitiously check her out. By the time the meal ended he was determined to get to know her better. Much better.

The after-dinner speeches were boring, but thankfully brief. Then the host announced the music for the evening and people started leaving for the ballroom where a live band were soon to start their set.

Roger escorted her through to the ballroom, and en-route she excused herself to "powder her nose". She had not brought a handbag of any sort; her only personals were in her coat, but the rest rooms were well stocked. Meanwhile, Roger took the opportunity to network with the manor house management and make some arrangements with the pretext of looking for her father, but returned to hover around the ladies until she emerged looking fresh and radiant. Her heels kept her back straight and her breasts pushed up and out.

In the ballroom the lights had been dimmed considerably and the band was playing loudly from a stage at the far end. Roger told her that her father had still not arrived and offered her his arm and led her through. She was slightly nervous that he had taken on his unofficial escort role so seriously, especially as she was sure she hadn't actually agreed, but he seemed friendly enough, and there was no one else there that she knew.