For "Dan", who can't get enough of Debra!
"She said what!" Debra snarled.
"She says you dress like a tart." Ray repeated.
Debra was boiling, who was that dowdy Lillian Swick to criticize her wardrobe? Debra knew Swick was just jealous of her figure and didn't like the way her nerd of a husband stared at her during the P.T.A. meetings.
It was the Barone's turn to host the monthly P.T.A. meeting and Debra planned to give them an eyeful. If they wanted to see a tart she would give them something to look at.
Ray and Debra had not had their turn hosting the monthly P.T.A. meeting yet and Debra looked forward to making it a memorial event.
The meetings were held on Wednesday nights, usually attended by the same half dozen couples and Ms Furley, Ally's young teacher. The "regulars" were Lillian and Ted Swick, Carla and Ed Foster, June and Norm Carmichael, Joyce and Ted Salada, Robin and Carl Jackson and the Barone's.
Lillian Swick was the type that liked to take charge and run everything, overruling the rest of the timid bunch. The chubby dominating bitch aggravated Debra to no end. She had had enough and was about to set her straight.
Debra had spent the entire afternoon making little finger sandwiches and platters of canapés to entertain the meeting. Instead of the customary tea and coffee Debra had set up a bar of liquor and mixes, she intended to spice up this meeting.
The kids had been sent over to Marie's to spend the night and they had the house all to themselves.
Ray had gone to the store to pick up a few last minute items when Debra went upstairs to change for the evening's events. She had selected her outfit earlier in the week and had the items carefully lain out on the bed.
The peasant blouse had a very low scoop neckline that bared much of her décolleté exposed above the half-cup black pushup bra. Most of her 38C tits would be on display to her guests.
The black leather skirt was little more than a wide belt; it barely covered her bare ass cheeks when she stood up straight!
A crimson garter belt held her black fishnet stockings; she wore no panties.
Scarlet lipstick and nail polish completed the image; she looked like the quintessential French hooker!
Debra was waiting for Ray when he returned from the store. Coming in the door laden with shopping bags he got his first look at his slut wife.
"Oh my God, you can't wear that!" his mouth fell open in shock.
"Why not?" Debra teased.
" Lillian Swick will blow a gasket!" Ray cried.
"Exactly!" Debra smiled.
Ms Furley was the first to arrive. She acted as the group's secretary and took the minutes down for further action.
Bev Furley was in her first year of teaching. The twenty-four year old dishwater blonde was rather plain looking and tended to dress in dowdy schoolmarm type dresses. She had on a below the knee length calico cotton dress and when Debra answered the door she thought she was at the wrong address!
"Come in Bev." Debra greeted the teacher.
Seeing Furley's look of astonishment she add, "I just thought I would spice things up tonight."
One after the other Debra greeted her guests at the door. Soon the whole room was buzzing with her inappropriate attire.
