Single again woman continues to explore her needs. See "See Charity, and "Ann has a good Trip 1 & 2", published earlier.
Ann goes to the Club Dinner and beyond.
Ann Phillips' mind was in turmoil.
In her late thirties, married at twenty-two, amicably divorced at twenty-eight, shoulder length blonde hair, slim, five foot five, with very long legs for her hight, athletic, and a successful IT manager for a large UK company, you would think that life should be good.
Life always has its slings and arrows, and Ann's marriage had broken up because she was unable to have children and she had resumed her passion as a triathlete and thrown herself into her work. Moderately successful, her husband had become resentful of her pursuit, and they had drifted apart.
Resuming her maiden name, things had been good for some time. Her work progressed and she had become a successful manager and her triathlon career, although now at the age group stage, was still enjoyable and she had taken to raising money for the various charities the club supported.
He club was very friendly, and she had made friends easily. Her good looks had drawn the attention of some of the male members, and she had dated a small number. Nothing lasting, but she was happy with that.
In the last month her world had been turned upside down.
Twice, over just a few weeks, she had let her guard down, once over her charity collecting, and then at a company convention.
Work had never been the same, every time she came across her "men" she felt herself getting wet and wanting to be used again. They had all been very discrete, some were married, and she had promised that maybe they could use her again next convention, if they were discrete.
And Ann had loved every minute of both indiscretions.
Now, with the Club dinner and awards evening that day, she was unsure whether it was wise to go. She would be surrounded by some very well-built men, and could she resist the temptation to allow herself to let go and become a bit of a slut in the club?
The decision was made for her when her friend, Izzy Jones, came round to her house with news from the club.
A bubbly blonde, who was also very attractive, and very popular with the male members of the club was married to a very well-off company executive who always seemed to be away on some business trip, leaving Izzy get on with things.
No mean athlete herself, and a member of the club committee, Izzy was easy to like, and she had a knack of coercing people to follow her "instructions."
"Come on Ann, we're off to the club "do" to celebrate!"
Izzy was already dressed in a tight black dress, hold up stockings and high heels. Made up to the "Nines" and clearly ready to party.
"Celebrate?" Ann said.
"Yes, you have won the prize for the most money raised for charity this year. How did you do it? Now you must go" Chattered Izzy.
Ann blushed and turned slightly way from her friend, remembering how she had opened up to them to get that money.
Izzy looked at Ann quizzically, intrigued at the response to her question.
"Look" she continued, "I've brought you a gold anklet to wear tonight, it will look lovely on your long legs with that gorgeous blue dress of yours!"
"Oh Izzy, you shouldn't have, its lovely, but doesn't wearing an ankle bracelet send messages that you are available for sex?" She stammered.
"Well, I wear one all the time, I have several it's fun to change and anyway, you are single." Izzy answered.
Ann was wearing a simple dress and Izzy quickly unzipped it and before she could do anything, it was in a heap at her feet as Izzy stripped it off her. Ann was naked underneath, and all flustered, as Izzy stared at her body.
"My" purred Izzy, letting her soft hand linger on Ann's back "I would like to play with you girl, but now you get in the shower while I sort your cloths."
Ann, still flustered at Izzy's boldness did as she was told and fled to the sanctuary of her shower.
An hour and a half later, the two girls had arrived by taxi at the venue for the evening.
Izzy had dressed Ann in a dark blue knee length dress with a very full skirt and tight bodice with built in "boob" supports which kept her milky shoulders and neck exposed. 3inch heels, tanned bare legs and the skimpiest thong she could find in Ann's draws. A short sleeved lace cardigan just covered her shoulders emphasising the milkiness of her skin.
Her fine gold necklace was complimented exquisitely by the new gold anklet on her right leg.
At first Ann had had been reluctant as to how much bare leg was on show but as Izzy clipped the gold anklet on her right ankle she relented and agreed to the outfit.
Together they were stunning.
Izzy "crashed" into the venue in her usual style, greeting all and sundry like old friends. She let a much more subdued Ann to a table with their names on it. Just about everyone gazed at them, some with surprise, others calling back and not a few with lust.
All through the boring part of the evening, Izzy kept probing Ann as to how she had made so much money collecting, suspecting something juicy because of Ann's blushes. Ann wasn't responding. Izzy made sure her wine was always topped up and kept probing gently.
By the time it was Ann's turn to mount the stage to accept her prize, she was slightly drunk and when one of the members called for a twirl to show the room her prize she responded happily and did two full twirls up on the stage. Her dress, with its full skirt was clearly made for dancing and as she spun it went out fully horizontal.
A moment of silence followed as her long shapely legs and tight arse were exposed to the club. Her tiny thong hiding nothing. Instantly a loud round of applause followed with a few whistles and calls as she descended from the stage.
"Go girl!" Izzy greeted her friend as she came back to the table. "So, is that how you made the money?"
Ann giggled as she had realised, she had given the club a full view and without thinking said," No, that would not have been enough for them."
