The lustful tale

hose services were, Abigail didn't quite understand. Her father was slightly evasive about it. She knew he employed a lot of women, so she p

ty 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 ha

eople know I have a daughter and not a wife and I'll introduce you, s

ut 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 afte

ore 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 end

elegant black strapless number with a high, narrow waist, knee length skirt which flared out loosely, a low bac

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 b

er pendant necklace resting high on her chest, with matching earrings. The overall effect was stunning, but she didn't quite realise just how stunning

ed 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 t

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.

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 alread

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 sm

hoed behind her. She turned to see a tall, well built ma

to meet me here" she explained. She introduce

aughter, but never mentioned

ient 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 arri

r coat opened a little and he immediately caught a glimpse of her

ing on attending the dinner at all, but instead, had agreed to

bout 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

fuse again, but Roger slipped it off her shoulders, drew it around her back and folding it, handed it to the

ment" he complimented her. "What a sham

oker! 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

red 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 ne

tended to, even pouring her more wine himself. What she didn't notice was th

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.

he host announced the music for the evening and people started leav

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 l

her 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