Her voice was soft and authoritative, but there was something else there too. There was an uneasiness that was uncharacteristic and made me even more ...ervous.She was so beautiful I couldn't bear to look up into her eyes, but I could feel her glare, and it numbed my brain into obedience. I proceeded mechanically trying hard not to think about how ridiculous I felt ... or what I was doing ... and how fucking crazy I was for willingly coming here today. There was no use resisting at this point. If. Have I told you tonight how utterly stunning you look tonight? His fingers toyed with the strap of my dress, though in a playful rather than creepy way. The words were all too familiarly slurred. I think youve had a few too many, Tim. No seriously. You are… wow… youre not twelve years old any more. Hey, man, dont monopolize the only girl here. Selfish much. Another of Jons friends sauntered over putting an arm around my shoulder from the other direction. She needs to know that she has options.. You hold your breath fearing it will hurt but I am gentle and clip it on without discomfort. I sit back on my heels and take a good long look at how much more sexy you have become in the last 24 hours.I look up at you and tell you I know you think you look like a harlot. But in reality, you are anything but. Wearing sexy jewelry isn’t an abomination. It’s an admiration of your beauty. The last thing I do is stand and lift up a gold chain necklace with a solitaire ruby hanging from it. . . how do these work? I’ve uhhh, never worn anything like this.” I was so worried that somebody would walk into the changing area. “These hold up your stockings. When you dress you will put on your corset and panties first, ok? Make sure you slide the garters under your panties or it will take too long to get out of things when you need to.” She cupped her hand to my face when she said ‘need’ and smiled a very knowing smile at me. “Don’t put on your stockings until the last minute - they run.