A VERY big one. One side was lined with revealing, but somewhat normal clothes and shoes. The other side on the other hand was much more filled...with...all of the clothes for Mistress Delilah. All the stiletto boots, heels, and other clothing items."Nice." I whispered, fingering several of the costumes and remembering how they looked on her...on me.Then, with a cruel smile, I pulled one out, staring at it in anticipation. This was what Mistress Delilah wore...what I wore. And Mistress Delilah. The alcohol flowed constantly. The more they drank the wilder they got. Cheri was up dancing on the table and the bartender told us to get her off the table. She was out of control. I tried to calm her down and she called me a "party pooper".As the night drew to an early close, due to work the next day, we left. Cheri and her friend were very drunk and rode with us to my hotel. I told them they could use the other bed to sober up. I had sent a picture of Cheri and a text to a good friend. Pressing her lips to Ulla's ear Merritt whispered as the music score spiked, depriving me from hearing their hushed discussion. Whatever Merritt ended up saying gave Ulla a shiver, and I was sure it wasn't the last tooting of the trumpets. The crowd politely clapped as the music ended."Well, it's settled. My date will escort you out onto the floor for the next two dances," Merritt announced, putting both of her hands around the lieutenant's hand.Another waltz started and the lieutenant. Rose was elated to hear the news, so she quickly replied to the text. ‘Tell him I can’t wait to feel his hard cock….. Oh and ask him to send me some dirty text messages before we meet will you? I love you. Please do.’ ‘Okay,’ typed Phil, and pressed the “SEND” button. He then showed Simon Roses last text message. ‘No problem! I’ll enjoy that,’ said Simon grinning, ‘she’s really keen. I bet she’s going to be as wet as hell when you get home tonight!’ Remarked Simon cheekily. They worked out.