The next day I found myself wondering about Tom. Whether I needed to prepare him for my presence there, and whether it was even worth making our attendance there together a real thing rather than just an excuse. I half wondered if he’d contact me himself, but I remembered how it had taken quite a while after the maid party, so that he didn’t wasn’t too surprising.
It seemed like there was nothing to be done except just hope I could avoid him. At least until I’d met up with the men. I had no real idea how far they would expect me to go, but given the semi public nature of the event and the way they had acted that afternoon it seemed that just trying on outfits really was the extent of their plans. I was sure the outfits would be much more revealing then even the dress I’d worn the day before, but compared to getting spanked naked to the brink of an orgasm it was pretty tame stuff, so there was every chance I’d be up for meeting Tom at the party afterwards. That way I could avoid him asking questions beforehand.
Beyond my initial surprise I’d not really thought too much about having now met Tom’s father in such circumstances. During our time together who Colin was hadn’t seemed to matter overly much, and although the idea of stripping for a father and son excited me it was nowhere near as exciting as the prospect of meeting the partners of the men I’d be giving a private show to. I’d not really been aware of my feeling about other women outside of this context, but to know that their husbands were willing to risk their relationships just to see me undressed was an idea I could return to again and again and still get incredibly turned on by.
Thinking of that made me wonder what I should wear. It needed to be fairly casual as I doubted that the attendees were likely to have dressed up that much, but at the same time I wanted people to notice my body at least a little. I made another trip to the mall and settled on a long, yellow and black print dress that flowed all the way down to my ankles and covered my cleavage completely. It did also hug my waist quite tightly and had a split to just above the knee on the inside of one thigh. It was floaty enough such that the split would only reveal anything if I wanted it to, but it was fun to have the option. It seemed casual but also said I’d made at least a bit of an effort. It had pretty serious built in chest support which would keep my boobs firmly battened down, which was unusual for a light summery dress like this but which seemed a very good thing. I was still planning to stick mostly to the background until I was called upon and I needed to be able to blend in if necessary.
After that I just needed to prepare my excuse. It was again fairly easy as I did tell my parents I was going to a party, just not the one that I was actually planning to attend. Someone from school was throwing one and it was even possible I could go there afterwards if I thought I needed to. My mum was a little surprised as it wasn’t often I chose to go to a random school party, but it was hardly unprecedented and she usually encouraged me to go to more of them.
As the day of the party wore on I realised I was as calm as I’d been in the lead up to something. It really did feel like I had this one under control. There were elements that I knew I was leaving up to other people, primarily the logistics of having a private enough place to do my thing, but it seemed like they had far more to lose on that score than me so I was pretty sure they’d organise it properly. I half wondered what they might get me, but it seemed like pretty revealing underwear was the obvious answer and I would be fine with it. That said, if they were overly literal thinkers they might just get me another tiny dress and insist this time I really did take my knickers off. I spent a happy hour or so running through these scenarios in my head.
When the time came I got changed, said goodbye to my parents and headed out to the car. I had a coat on but I could my mum noticing the dress. It was hardly out of the ordinary as far as party clothes went, but it was unusual for me as far as she knew. I reflected that it might be useful to start loosening up around them just a little. I’d checked earlier and I could drive to Luke’s house without fear of them noticing anything unusual, and it was far enough away in the estate that there should be no danger of them spotting the car.
As I neared the house it was obvious something was going on there. The street nearby was full of cars and as I watched a couple I didn’t know was being shown inside. I’d texted Geoff a few minutes before I set off to warn him of my arrival, and he’d told me to come round to a side entrance. I parked a little way away and waited until the coast was clear, then quickly walked up the drive and around to the door I’d been told about. I could hear the sound of the party but there seemed no danger of me being spotted yet. I was there around the time that I’d said so I knocked quietly. The door opened quickly and Geoff’s face greeted me with smile, he stepped aside and I went in.
“Hi, Claire,” he half whispered. We were stood in what looked to be a utility room, there were several washing machines and a tumble dryer.
“Hi, Geoff,” I smiled back. I looked around. “Some party!” I said as a joke. I was pleased to be still feeling confident, but characteristically Geoff was unmoved.
“You’ll be out there soon enough.”
“Is everything OK for later?”
He smiled at my eagerness. “Yes, don’t worry, all fine. Colin and Luke are both here and we have secured a location. It’ll be a short while, though, we need to show our faces first.”
“That’s fine.”
He looked at his watch. “Lets say in about half an hour you make your way back here. I’ll come and get you and show you to where we’re meeting.”
“Right.”
“Well then, the party’s through there.” He nodded towards the other door. “Give me a few moments. Good luck.” He said the latter with a slightly ironic edge and was soon on his way out.
I’d not really thought too deeply about this next part, but it seemed like I should be able to survive for half an hour. About the only thing I really needed to do was avoid Tom. I gave Geoff the few moments he’d asked for then opened the door carefully.
It lead to a corridor so I was able to exit unobserved. To my left was a corridor with what seemed to be stairs and, as I went the other way, a door through to what seemed to be a kitchen. There were a few people getting something to drink so I slipped in quietly and took a cup of orange juice.
As I turned I saw that most people were in the large looking front room which the kitchen opened onto via an archway. There was a buffet table and the idea of getting a plate of nibbles was appealing. Still largely unnoticed I made my way over, I saw Geoff and Luke out of the corner of my eye in a group of people talking animatedly, but they didn’t seem to look in my direction.
I took a plate and smiled at a man who was just leaving the table. He returned the gesture but carried on his way, I was contemplating what to choose when I heard a voice at my side.