AUTHORS NOTE:
The story of Emma is quite long, already 23 pages and still counting.
Read [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v984yq/f_the_story_of_emma_part_1/)
This is my first time publishing something on here, so all feedback is welcome.
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Enter the Dinner party
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Five gruelling meetings and a bunch of emails were the quick summary of her day when she opened the door to her home. She turned on some easy jazz music and went to the bedroom where she quickly undressed and found herself some old sweatpants and her favourite t-shirt. She took her first sip of the wine and felt her stress of that day fall off the same way her clothes did a minute ago. She nested herself on the sofa with some leftovers of the day before and a good book.
About a chapter in her book later her phone chirped. She picked up her phone and saw a message from Charlotte about the dinner party they talked about a few days back asking her what she would wear tomorrow. Emma hadn’t given it much thought yet, to be honest. She walked over to her bedroom and opened her closet, searched for a while, and picked out a dress. She put the dress on the bed and messaged Charlotte back with a picture of the dress. A few moments later she received a reply simply stating “No, take the black one”. Puzzled she looked at her phone and took out her black dress, put it on the bed and again messaged a picture to Charlotte. This time with the caption. “This one?”. Charlotte had never done this, giving Emma directions on what to wear for a party. Moments later she received another reply. “Not that one, the one you wore at that wedding.” Emma understood less and less of it; that dress wasn’t even one of her nice ones. It was one she had worn a couple of months ago to a wedding, but she didn’t really like the way she looked in that dress. She walked back to the sofa texting Charlotte again why, of all the lovely dresses she had, she should go in that one. A few texts back and forth later Emma gave up the fight and agreed to wear the black one.
The next day Emma was donning on the black dress. It had bare shoulders and a pretty ample cleavage on the top. The bottom was tight black until just below her knees with a black veil over it. She put on her make-up contemplating how the evening would go. When she was ready, she had a final check in the mirror and adjusted her breasts in the dress. Due to the cleavage of the dress, she couldn’t wear a bra and a part of her suspected that that was why Charlotte had told her to wear that dress. She checked her phone real quickly for the address and headed out.
Once at the address she was greeted by a kind man in a suit who led her down the stairs to the basement where already a bunch of people were gathered. Her eyes scanned to room looking to see if Charlotte and Lucas had already arrived. The first thing she noticed though is that everybody present was dressed…. sexy, provocative, … She saw Charlotte and her jaw almost dropped. Her friend was dressed in a slim white see trough dress, so much see trough that it was clear from a distance that underneath she was wearing only a corset and a string. Emma’s gaze met Charlotte’s who came over together with Lucas. They greeted each other but before Emma had a chance to say something about her friend’s outfit Charlotte already took her by her hand and told her to follow to the bathroom.
Where have you brought me? Emma hissed to her friend. What kind of party is this? Charlotte gave her friend a nudge into the bathroom and looked her right into the eyes. Do you trust me? She asked. Well of course Emma trusted her but that was not an answer to her question. Charlotte repeated the question and Emma nodded. Before Emma realised Charlotte dropped to her knees and pulled up the black veil on Emma’s dressed and pulled down the black underskirt of the dress. Surprised by the red lace thong that Emma had on Charlotte shot her a mischievous smile before putting the black veil back into its place. Within a matter of minutes of arriving at the party, Emma found herself standing in the bathroom of the party with her friend holding her underskirt in her hands, thus clearly showing off her red thong underneath the see trough veil of her dress. What are you doing? She asked her friend. Charlotte looked at her with enthusiasm and gave her a smile. Getting you laid as I promised, she said as she walked out of the bathroom.
Standing alone in the bathroom now, Emma looked at herself in the mirror and felt exposed without the underskirt. Why did she put on the red string instead of a black one, that way it might not have been that obvious how naked she was with only a veil from the waist down. Not sure whether it was a minute or 10 minutes, but Charlotte came back into the bathroom, grabbed Emma by her hand and dragged her out of the toilet back to the party. You see, she said, nobody cares. It’s like a kind of dress code. Just enjoy, dinner is about to start. She grabbed a drink from one of the staff passing by and gave it to Emma whilst making their way back to where they had left Lucas behind.
Lucas gave Emma a good look up and down and didn’t hide his satisfaction nor desire when seeing his girlfriend’s friend like that. Emma’s thought shot back to the other night when she had fantasized about him. She still felt exposed but at least a bit less embarrassed. Charlotte gave a laugh, took Lucas’s hand and put it on her own butt. You can’t have him she said in tease to Emma.
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