Debbie had dressed in the little skirt and top as ordered, but her mum frowned at her with disapproval. "Honestly Debs! Haven't you got anything else to wear?"
Debbie shook her head. "Not really mum, besides I like this skirt and top, I think that they look nice."
"But you look a bit," her mum tilted her head as she studied her. "Well a bit trashy if you must know." Her mum finished on a sigh.
Debbie gave a resentful little sniff and stalked out of the kitchen. She went into the back garden to place a stack of plates on the garden table. And then she sat on the wooden bench with a little sigh.
She felt weird not wearing any knickers under her little black skirt, but she had been told to do this and she didn't dare to disobey.
"Good evening Debbie."
Debbie's head came up and she blushed guiltily, "good evening Mrs. Groves, Mr. Groves."
The older lady smiled at her from her chubby face and lifted a chubby arm to wave to her.
Mr. Groves just looked at her knowingly.
"You stay and chat with Debbie dear, while I go and talk with Mrs. Parker."
Debbie heard the older woman with a gulp of fear and a twist in her gut. She watched as the slimy little man came over to her.
"So how are you tonight Debbie?" he asked her with a smirk.
"I'm fine Mr. Groves, how are you?" she asked politely as she wiped a sweaty palm down her skirt.
He leaned forward a little and lowered his voice. "Did you keep you knickers off?"
"Yes Mr. Groves," she mumbled as she looked around. She could hear voices in the house and knew that people were arriving for the party but at this moment they had the garden to themselves.
"Show me you cunt Debbie." He suddenly commanded vulgarly.
Debbie spread her legs and lifted her skirt to give him a quick look and he sniggered.
"Go on then Debbie, stroke it for me."