New Year's Eve Party - Sex Stories

New Year's Eve Party

... Lizzy. “My friend is worried about how much the dress costs,” said Courtney, in a matter-of-fact way. “Courtney!” hissed Mitzi. “Would you like me to check and see what it will be on sale?” asked Lizzy. “Yes!” exclaimed Courtney. As Lizzy walked away, Mitzi said softly, “I can’t afford it and I won’t let you pay for it.” “It’s the first dress you’ve liked and we are getting it,” explained Courtney. “The only question is who’s paying for it?” Lizzy returned with a pricing gun and scanned the barcode on the tag. It beeped and she looked confused. “What’s wrong?” asked Mitzi. “I think this machine is broke, let me get the other one.” Lizzy quickly dashed off and returned with another pricing gun. As before, she scanned the barcode and had the same confused look on her face. “Okay, what’s the deal?” asked Courtney. “Um… I need my manager,” said Lizzy. “Isn’t the dress for sale?” asked Mitzi, with a clear tone of concern in her voice. “I think so,” said Lizzy. “What do you mean you think so?” questioned Courtney rather loudly. An older woman in a tailored suit stepped up and introduced herself as the store’s manager. It turned out the dress Lizzy had found in the back was supposed to be on the clearance rack and the $700 dress was now marked down to $35 with the half-price sale discount Lizzy had mentioned. Courtney chose to buy the black dress as well, since it was a better price than she realized. From there, they bought the necessary undergarments, shoes, and accessories that ...

... were also on sale. By the end of the day, Mitzi had spent less than $100 for her New Year’s Eve outfit. New Year’s Eve day, Mitzi and Courtney got their hair styled and make-up done professionally. Mitzi slipped on the undergarments, stepped into her dress, slipped on her shoes, put her jewelry on, and stood in front of her mirror. She no longer looked like a data entry clerk, but a high society gal. Mitzi grabbed her purse with her wallet and cell phone and stepped out. Courtney was dressed and pacing around their living room. “It’s about damn… wow!” “What?” asked Mitzi. “I was about to say you took long enough but now I see why. You look amazing Mitzi.” “Thanks. You look great too.” “Thanks. Ready?” “Yeah.” Mitzi drove them to the address on the invitation. It was a large home in the hills, somewhat secluded and rather busy with cars. The security guard at the gate was checking invitations and occasionally turning cars away. Mitzi grew nervous as they got closer and closer, but when she handed the guard her invitation he checked off their names and waved them in. A handsome young valet opened her door and took her keys giving her a claim ticket. Mitzi felt her old Ford Escape looked out of place in the sea of limousines and expensive cars, but knew she and Courtney were invited by the hostess herself. Mitzi and Courtney entered a large entryway and were led to a large ballroom within the house. There they saw a room full of people wearing an assortment of tuxedos and evening ...