It all started because the dress was too short.
It was still her fault because Haley
knew
the dress was too short when she decided to wear it.
Haley was staying at a hotel for the week-end. Nineteen years old, this business trip was a boost to her burgeoning career, but it meant staying out of town for three nights.
As it turned out, her uncle (her dad's brother) Darren lived in the same town and so had invited her to join him, his wife, and a couple of his business friends for dinner. She had known Darren since she was a little girl, and she adored him. But he was from the rich branch of the family and she assumed that the dinner would be at a fancy restaurant with everyone dressed accordingly.
Of course she knew that he wouldn't expect her to help pay -- nor could she hope to -- but she did feel that she should show up dressed in her best and to try and make her uncle proud.
So, after happily receiving the invitation, Haley ventured out to find an appropriate dress for the event.
She hadn't packed expecting to be invited to a posh affair, so new clothing was in order. And although it would set her back a bit financially, she had to admit that her wardrobe at home was pretty barren of fancy outfits and it was probably time that she started to collect clothing that reflected her slightly elevated age, taste, and financial status.
As soon as she tried on the dress she fell in love with it. Sparkly silver. Fit her like it was tailored to her. And it showed off her beautiful legs.
But it was too short. Which is one of the reasons it made her legs look so great. And to be honest, Haley was pretty sure that at age nineteen, there was a very good chance that this was the best her legs were ever going to look.
She gave in to temptation and decided it was the dress she wanted to wear. So she bought it. And by chance she had packed shoes that, while not new, would go perfectly.
Next problem was underwear. She knew that given the dress's length, (or lack thereof), there was a fair chance that occasionally during the evening her panties might become briefly visible. So she wanted them to look as good as the dress. Silver would have been ideal since it might have blended with the dress. But the only silver underwear she could find was somewhat slutty and tended toward a thong style. So she chose an expensive pair of silky white panties with a small bit of lace. She had to admit that it was a pair of underwear she might enjoy being seen in.
The night of the dinner she finished dressing on time. Makeup, hair; all done and looking good. She turned and admired herself in the hotel room mirror. She really did look great. And that dress really was too short. So just remember; don't bend over. Don't crouch down. And sit with great care.
Off she went downstairs to hail a cab and head to the restaurant.
The restaurant turned out to be just as fancy as she'd expected. And a lot more modern. Reservations booked out a year in advance. Rave reviews about the food. She reunited with her uncle and his group already seated at a table in a prime location. Hugs all around. Uncle Daren introduced her to his newest wife, Rose (to be fair, they had been married almost six years), and to two of his favorite co-workers; Andrew and Cathy. Haley got the impression that Andrew and Cathy might be a couple.
There were two seats remaining at the table, and Haley chose the one closest to Andrew. The restaurant's décor was quite modern, and the design of the chairs was such that the seats slanted slightly downward away from the table. The worst possible design for someone in a short dress. And of course all eyes were on her as she was the last to be seated. To make matters worse, the men stood as she took her seat. While very polite, it also meant that they would have a perfect view up her dress as she tried to negotiate her chair.
