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Anne had followed Lee's instructions; she was showered, her breasts firm with erect nipples, smooth pussy, and her long blonde hair tied in a simple ponytail that brushed against her neck with each shallow breath. The minimal dress Lee had sent was waiting on the bed. She stared at it, then at herself in the mirror, then back at the dress, before finally stepping into it.

The halterneck clung to her like a second skin, black fabric so thin it bordered on translucent. Anne's reflection startled her; the woman looking back seemed both stranger and more familiar than she'd expected. The hem fluttered dangerously high around her thighs, and she tugged at it, only for the neckline to dip lower in response. Her nipples pressed against the material, visible evidence of a reaction she wasn't ready to name. Standing alone in her bedroom, she felt both powerful and powerless, exhilarated and terrified. What would people think? What did she think?

Anne arrived at the address and stepped from the taxi, her bare thighs immediately prickling with goosebumps in the night air. A gentle breeze caressed her skin beneath the tiny dress, reminding her how exposed she was, one gust away from revealing everything. The large house loomed before her, its floodlights bathing the gravel driveway in harsh light that transformed her dress into nothing more than a whisper of see-through fabric clinging to her curves. Exposing her naked body beneath the dress clearly to anyone approaching.

She gasped, feeling the cool air against her hardened nipples, her hands instinctively moving to shield herself as she flushed with embarrassment. Her insides rolling with turmoil, flight winning over fight, but when she turned back, the taxi was already disappearing, leaving her trembling with a delicious mixture of fear and forbidden anticipation. Her pulse throbbed in her throat, in her wrists, and between her thighs and then she heard Lee's voice.

"Look at my little toy, dressed so sexily," he murmured, fingertips tracing the halter strap around her neck.

"Sir, please," Anne whispered, her voice catching. "Everyone will see me like this. I can feel the air everywhere."

"That's the point. Toy." His voice hardened as his hand slid possessively to the small of her back. "Remember your safe word, but until you use it nothing stops.", his fingers pressed firmly into her flesh, guiding her forward.

"You belong to me tonight." Anne's resistance melted, her body responding to his command with a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold.

As they entered through the wide hallway, a crystal flute of champagne materialised in her hand. Lee's fingers pressed possessively into the small of her back, guiding her into a grand room where the air felt thick with desire. Anne caught her breath as she took in the scene, every man impeccably suited, while women displayed their bodies like living art. Across the room, a statuesque redhead wore nothing but a black lace body-stocking that clung to every curve, her nipples and the dark neat triangle between her thighs clearly visible through the delicate pattern. Anne's own little black dress suddenly felt modest by comparison. She tipped her head back, letting the champagne slide down her throat, its bubbles matching the effervescent tension building inside her.

Lee's hand never left her body as he steered her through the crowd, his thumb occasionally stroking her exposed skin, sending electric currents racing up her spine. When introduced to his friends, Anne could barely form coherent sentences, distracted by women's exposed breasts or straining against transparent fabrics, glimpses of thighs disappearing beneath short hemlines, by the unmistakable hunger in the men's eyes as they appraised her own barely-covered body, her dress shifting in transparency depending on the light. Anne felt a tingle of guilt at how much she was enjoying the thrilling environment.

The room fell silent at the sound of a commanding voice. A tall man with silver temples and penetrating eyes that seemed to undress her completely, stepped forward. Anne fell still under his gaze,

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