Saturday morning, we had a lie-in and a slow, late breakfast. I also tried on my father's tuxedo. It was a bit tight in places, with my muscular physique. I could not do up the buttons on the jacket but decided to leave it open. We had to go to the shops for a dress shirt because my neck was thicker than my father's. At around 4 pm, Sophie told me to watch some sports while getting ready. A long soak in the bath, getting the razor out to shave her pussy and other bits.
I organised some nibbles, which Sophie ate in her dressing gown before we dressed. I had wondered what sort of clothes Sophie might wear, and I was a bit gobsmacked after I helped her into her dress. I now understood the need for the long topcoat. Not so much keeping her decent as keeping her warm. The dress had no arms, back, or sides and was as short as anything I had ever seen her wear.
The front was hourglass-shaped, wide enough to cover the front of her breasts but not most of the side and top. The middle narrowed to about six inches wide over her belly button before widening enough to reach her thighs. I could see there was a built-in bra to keep her breasts in the right place. It was made of golden shimmering material and had a gold strap from the top edges as a halter strap.
The back was of the same material and was a square around the size of a handkerchief. It started just below the cleft of her ass, covered only around half of it, and finished just around the decency line. It was connected on both sides by a golden strap matching the halter that roughly kept the front and back in place. There was no underwear, and I had to put some of her essential items, lipstick, compact, and phone, in my pockets.
As she walked, the dress swished and moved from side to side and up so that her barely covered pussy came into view. The whole thing had as much material as a small towel, and although it hid the essential parts, a hand could move it out of the way in seconds. She had on a pair of six-inch plus stilettos that she could barely walk in. They had a strap around the ankles to stop them from falling off. I felt so proud lifting her from the Uber into Georgios.
My black card was ready in my hand. It wasn't required because all those in tuxedos and long coats were ushered inside and down the stairs. I didn't envy Sophie descending on these shoes, but she managed it quickly enough. At the bottom was a curtain, and while she walked through, Sophie left her coat and joined in with the others already there in their flimsy dresses. I was a little surprised at how big the whole room looked.
A bar was on one side next to the toilets; otherwise, the entire space was open. There was a dance floor, but it was not in use. There were around a dozen tall, small tables and around thirty stools, mostly sat on by women with the same tall stilettos and not much else. When we got there, there were around sixty people all told, which eventually got to around a hundred. Sophie introduced me around. Paul's son was now expected by me, more so than my real name.
I was aware of how it worked from conversations this morning. The society, in which Dad was an officer, used the downstairs at Georgios from 7-9:30 on Saturday and Wednesday evenings. The idea was you all dressed up, had a few drinks and some canapes and made small talk whilst working out where to go later. About eight to ten parties were planned this evening, from twenty or more couples to five or six.
Anyone not getting an invite would try to hook up to go to a hotel room or somewhere else for sex. If she had been here with my father, Paul would have accepted the invite from the biggest party, another of the society officers. Since he wasn't here, I was not going to get invited by proxy, and that allowed us to go to one of the other parties. One that might be a bit more interesting. The difficulty was getting someone to take a chance on me.
Sophie said she had the trump card, Georgio's stretch limousine, which he had agreed she could borrow for a quick trip, there and back later on. I walked around with my mouth a little agape. All of the guys had tuxedos on, although there were a couple of guys in leather ones, which I gather meant something to do with BDSM. The women wore either long dresses with a slit to the waist or underwear posing as clothing.
When we had got all the way around, we bumped into Audrey, the girl who had felt up my cock on my first visit. She quickly dragged her husband over to meet us and tell us about the party they were going to. This was precisely what Sophie was looking for, and the two of them wandered off to get me an invite. I felt out of place once Sophie left since all the guys were at least ten years older than me.
However, I had better-shaped shoulders than all except a few with my rowing workouts. A few other younger guys with stunning partners, barely dressed, wandered over to say hello. I suppose I looked out of place, but the magic words of Paul's son seemed to do the trick; one of the women even asked the "like father, like son" question. I was pretty impressed with my father even though he wasn't here.