Sophisticated, my Ass!!!
---Damned, why wasn’t I born filthy rich instead of just filthy? Back at the campground, big ole Mercedes parked next to our Chevy van and small RV trailer, Joe gives us some basic instructions for Sunday evening and thanked us for being good sports. Musta been around 5PM (?) or so by then. Basically, we were to relax till around eightish, me put on the suit and tie again, Dollie put on what’s in box number three. Simple! Well, we couldn’t relax. We were both still in shock, amazed, and horny! After all, I’d never driven a Mercedes before now!
---Did I ever mention, after our games, we had the most wonderful sex? And we did it again nearly every time we talked about games like this. See, there are lots of pluses!!!! Curiosity got the best of us both. Around six or so Dollie ripped open her next clothing box. Another black micro-mini dress! As short as before. But this one was looser fitting and wide at the bottom. The top had tiny spaghetti straps and plunged almost to her waist. Again, it was a toss up whether Dollie covered her ass and pussy, or her nipples. Pulling it down left too little material at the top. But she couldn’t be seen in public with everything else exposed!
---She did the only right thing. Dollie marched next door wearing that tiny piece of black cloth and demanded Joe choose something else. Mr. Joe Whuzzit, being in charge of what Dollie wears, and where, calmly insisted “that’s what I picked out. That’s what you will wear tonight. You made the rules, now follow them,” he told her! Joe was our very first real surprise clothing partner---and taking it beyond my expectations.
---Joe was right and if he thought we could get away with Dollie wearing that little thing in public, we were going to follow our rules. Dollie mentioned about getting arrested. Joe told her not to worry! Remember, money talked before. Of course, we were both worried about where we were going to eat this time.. and about getting arrested for sure. After all, it was Dollie dressed this way, not Joe! ;
---I was uncomfortable with this situation. I wanted to just forget it. Dollie was b*tchin and moanin---- tuggin and pulling on that dress. It’s a wonder she didn’t tear it, or at least pull those tiny straps off. Yet, we were both turned on and curious where we would go for Dinner dressed like that. After all, Joe knew, and it must be okay if he was willing to try it. Besides, I would get to drive the Mercedes again!
---We often got nervous planning and getting ready for other games. But this time, we were going crazy with anticipation. Damned this was going to be kinky! Around eight that evening we were standing outside our RV waiting. Soon Joe came out and asked if we were ready to play. I’m not sure what our answers were. But we jumped into the Mercedes and headed to a bigger city nearby, me playing chauffeur. Joe playing with tits! I was driving MsDollie!
---What a surprise when Joe directed me into an exclusive private Country Club. I was sort of relieved when I began thinking---
PRIVATE CLUB. Private, to me, meant it’s like home, ya can do anything you want. Still, it’s a public place, so the worries were renewed in my head. Again, I pulled up for the grand entrance, met by a valet'. He called Mr. Whuzzit by name, as I again hurried around to watch my lovely lady gracefully depart the chariot.
---As a doorman opened the rear door, Dollie slid out of the Mercedes. Another took her hand to help her out. Even though this dress was full at the bottom, it slipped up to her waist as Dollie slid across the leather seat and stepped out. Both men got a full beaver-shot. Also, both titties floated out of the top of that piece of black cloth called a dress, as those straps slipped down her shoulders. Basically Dollie was naked right there at the Country Club. I wasn’t yet sure why, but there were several old men standing there, as if waiting for us to arrive. Found out later, this was preplanned.
---Dollie was Mr. Whuzzit’s toy, on display for a bunch of rich old geezers. They greeted Joe, then us, as if we were someone important. When in fact, we were just being used for the sexual enjoyment of a bunch of wealthy men. Damned, money talks! The night had just begun. The dining room was elegant. It was also crowded with old couples---and old men with young nieces and secretaries! Many gals dressed as revealing as Dollie. I was introduced as Joe’s friend. Dollie as his companion.
---Joe ordered for all of us. Things we couldn’t pronounce or figure what it was. Most was delicious. Again, Dollie fought with her dress, trying to stay reasonably covered. Again, a loosing battle.We could hear the snide remarks from some of the blue haired old ladies. Then it happened. A group of managers and security guards came to the table, insisting we leave. One covered Dollie’s bare boobies with a napkin. Apparently they hadn’t noticed who we were with. Joe was pissed. He told the guard to remove the napkin and get the hell away and leave us alone. Soon these men were apologizing to us!. Joe walked away from the table with the group, chewing them all out in a loud voice. A few guests got up and left, as Joe sat down and apologized to us. We spent a few hours eating and visiting friends of Joe’s.
--- Dollie got many compliments. Again, we were embarrassed and yet surprised. I had heard one old guy asking Joe if Dollie worked for him and Joe quickly changing the subject. Found out later what that was all about. Yep, money talks! Another beaver show, as Dollie climbed back into the waiting Mercedes to leave. Several Country Club officials and the two doormen where there to see Dollie off! And I do mean see!
---By this time she’d already accidentally showed her c*nt to several old farts in the Club. Her boobs and ass to many more. And basically she was free to show whatever she wanted to whomever looked. Needless to say, Dollie was in a very ornery horny mood by then! I believe she actually pulled her dress up to her waist when re-entering the car. Her legs were wide apart. She also stayed that way after the rear door was closed. A few important looking, and acting, members of the Club leaned into the back window, thanking Dollie, inviting her back anytime!
--- This may sound like a fairy tale, or exaggeration. As far as we both remember, this was how it happened. We met Joe several more times over the years and played other dress up surprise games with him.
---I decided to add this part before this story ends. Next morning was Monday. Well next afternoon was Monday for us! Dollie packaged up all the clothing and was about to return them to Joe. The Mercedes and Joe Whuzzit were gone!
--- We just sort of hung around camp, relaxing and wondering what the hell had happened that weekend. Sometime Monday afternoon, the Ford with the same two men showed up at Joe’s campsite. Both men explained that Joe was very sorry but was called out of the Country on business. They said Joe had other game plans scheduled that were less wild. Dollie handed the men those packages, as they admitted they were at the biker clubhouse when we were there the first time. We were invited to stop at the clubhouse anytime. Then they left with the Ford and the motor home.
---We had a lot of unanswered questions to find out about this new friend Joe Whuzzit! We’d be visiting the Clubhouse soon. The answers surprised even us!
