“Two pitchers of chocolate martini, Penelope,” said Julia. “Make that three,” chirped Lucinda, who seemed unable to take her eyes off Penelope’s pretty panties under her skirt. “And a bottle of the finest champagne.” Penelope carried the pitchers into the expansive living room while Brenda and Anabelle were coming down from Brenda’s bedroom upstairs. Following Brenda’s instructions earlier, Penelope had donned the black babydoll lingerie dress and matching backless panties Brenda had picked out for her. It was a hip-length dress, translucent below the bosom, with fur trimming along its hem. Brenda mentioned that the provocative quality of the outfit was essential for what she had planned for tonight. Once everyone had converged, Penelope set off about the living room, a pitcher of martini in one hand and two empty flutes in the other, some […]
