Though I wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol, or from watching Heather and Mark make out on the other side of the room. I felt a flush run across m... chest, and the heat turned into a dull throb which came from between my legs. I thought I saw Mark's hand slip under her skirt, but just then someone heaved themselves onto the beanbag next to my chair and handed me a bottle of hard cider, my other weakness.I shook myself out of my little voyeur act and looked to the side. I took a swig of the. We had hardly spoken since the night I had been drugged. She never knew, that I knew what happened. Since she didn't know anything about my investigation, I felt pretty comfortable speaking with her."So how is business?" I asked standing far down the bar from the man who might be Big Cock. "Business isn't too bad. We manage to keep the place filled on weekends. The summer is here, so it should be getting better soon. We book a lot of reservations over the Internet."Well I hope you do really. Very excited at what might happen to me later. I decide to put on the blouse next, creamy white silk, thin and slippery as it slides over my arms. I pull the front together and button it, wondering if you had ignored the measurements I'd given you, as it pulls very tight across my breasts. Now the skirt. Black, shiny PVC. A micro-mini, zipping up the side, I pull it up over my nylon clad legs to discover it hardly covers my stocking tops. The smallest lean forward will expose my suspender clips. I'd taken French in high school, sort of a natural in Louisiana, and my third of five classes was a little more advanced than I'd expected, but I was here to get pushed. I wasn't here to party and make the social scene, that I already had handled. So I practiced my lip and tongue action, important things in my social activities. I also practiced my French vowels. Those were important, too.I'd had to have an elective, and Mother had suggested public speaking. It wasn't because either of us.