‘I’m Sophie,’ I say, without stopping to think. I don’t usually tell men my real name. I give them a fantasy name like Desiree, or Veronika, o... Justine, something that sounds like the handle of a high-priced call girl. ‘Sophie,’ he says. From his mouth, my name sounds exotic, even sexy. I’ve always thought it sounded like the name of a pre-pubescent girl, but hearing him say it makes me feel like a woman. ‘Not quite what I expected, but it suits you.’ There is a pause and then he asks, ‘So, do. Next came the dress and then the full petticoat which made the skirt of the dress stick out at a good 45 degrees and rustled as she walked. This was followed by a small pinafore and the final touch was a pink flower which was to go in her hair. Finally the black patent heels with the 5 inch heels completed the outfit. It was time for a final look in the mirror and Sally saw the whole outfit and she was more pleased than she could have been with her look, right down to the slight glimpse of. I assured them both that everything was fine and that I was enjoying her little exhibition as much as they were.When Kris returned from the bathroom she swung up on the bar stool in front of me. I couldn’t believe what I saw at first. She had removed her panties and flashed me her freshly waxed pussy. That was when I fully realised that my fantasy just might become a reality. Was she going to do more than just flirt and show off?Kris continued to chat with Rob and Matt, and after maybe ten. I need to speak with your husband ASAP." Yes, Sir," Caitlin said, snapping fully awake at the General's tone."Jeff, it's the General," she said, sitting up and reaching the phone over to her mate. As Jeff took the phone and sat up, Caitlin brought the lights up with the remote."Sir?" the Prime answered."Colonel, when you were attacked Little One called the ship. Could she do it again?"Jeff was fully awake now, fatigue and sleep washed away by a surge of adrenaline. "The ship made some ....