Daphne shuddered visibly. It was hard to believe that she'd allowed him to dress her up like this in public. She felt like she was naked. Every inch of her flesh felt like it was covered in goose bumps while a swarm of butterflies were migrating between her throat and stomach so frequently she was sure she would vomit soon. "That's a good Kitten."
His voice was cold and condescending but the shivers it sent of up and down her spine were mostly lustful quivers. There was an anger that he would treat her like this and fear that he might do something worse but the predominate emotion was lust. "Why do I have to do this?" She felt so helpless in the clothing he had graciously allowed her wear to his silly Magic tournament.
"Because you're a good girl." Arthur said without looking up from his cards. He was probably the only person in the room who's eyes were glued to her mocha colored skin. Of course that was probably his plan. He was the type of man who liked his trophies and liked putting them on display so others could see what he'd accomplished and normally Daphne enjoyed it as well. Nobody else had ever treated her like something to be proud of instead of just a hanger on to be tolerated. He was actually proud of her so she tolerated the indignity of being dressed up like some kind of trollop for his friends. "Now go get me a drink."
The box of beers was in the car which was just outside the comic shop they were in but it meant she was going to have to climb and squeeze past at least a dozen males all of who had been eye fucking her since she walked in the room. How could they not she was wearing a short skirt that didn't quite come down beneath the delicious curve of her ripe rump. Beneath it was a pair of bright yellow panties that did more to call attention to how short the black skirt was than to give her any sense of modesty. Fishnet stockings extended to mid thigh out of a pair of knee high stilettoed boots that set a steady rhythm when she walked. To top it off Daphne's generous cleavage was forced into a nearly transparent halter top that stopped about a hand's width shy of the low slung skirt leaving her flat belly and pierced naval on display.
It was a bit of a struggle but she managed to force what could have been mistaken for a smile at the back of her inattentive boyfriend's head and started her journey across the room. She had to ignore the dozens of 'accidental' hands brushing up against her thighs and groping her buttocks. One of them tried to slip his fingers in her ass, another leaned back and buried his face briefly between her breasts before retreating with a half assed apology. All in all it probably took her less than a minute to make it all the way across the room out from the jungle of shamelessly groping hands. Daphne looked back hoping she could identify at least a few of the perverts who'd groped her but they were all back to focusing on their cards.
A moment was wasted tugging her skirt back down into position that at least seemed presentable before she sashayed out of the room. The usual crowd was standing around outside the store, most of them smokers huddled around a single ash trey but there were also the people who'd already been eliminated. The door chime might as well have been a dinner bell considering the barely concealed hungry glares Daphne felt gather on her.