The following Saturday, Susan called Bonnie in the afternoon and told her to be at the bar that evening at nine, and to be sure to wear a skirt as requested. She warned her against being late. Bonnie started to protest, saying she did not think she could face going in there again after last time.
"Of course you can, and you will do so. I think you enjoyed what happened last time, bitch and you will do as I say. I will see you at nine."
Before Bonnie could say anything else, the line went dead. She could only imagine what Susan may have in mind for her, but somehow felt compelled to comply. She picked out a skirt and blouse, plus a matching bra and panty set. She dressed and left, giving herself plenty of time to get to the bar before nine. When she arrived early, she debated whether to go inside now or wait until Susan showed up. Looking around the parking lot, she did not see the sports car anywhere, but she knew from their first encounter that it was not her only car. However, other than that the car was white, she did not remember what the car was.
Bonnie decided that she had better go inside and be on time, rather than risk being late. When she walked in, it seemed like several heads turned and looked at her and that the room got quieter. She felt her face turn red, and judging by the flush she was feeling, it wasn't just her face turning red. She looked around the room, especially the darker corners, but did not see Susan anywhere. While trying to decide what to do, hands reached from behind her and undid her top button before she could react.
Susan then took her hand and led her to an empty booth, but it was not in a dark corner; instead, it was in the middle of one wall, and in clear view of a good part of the other tables as well as the dance floor. Susan directed Bonnie into the booth then followed her in. She immediately undid a second button, then shook her head.
"Take the bra off."
Bonnie undid her bra, pulled the straps down her sleeve and over her hand on both sides, then removed it from under her blouse. Susan grabbed it and placed it on the table. Then she looked at Bonnie.
"Panties?"
Bonnie nodded.
"Off."
Bonnie tried to push them down through her skirt but was not having much success.
"Stand."
Bonnie stood as best she could in the booth. Susan pulled her skirt up around her waist.
"There… problem solved. Now take them off."
Bonnie lowered them as she sat back down, also trying to lower her skirt as well.
"Leave it."
She slid the panties off the rest of the way. When Susan held out her hand, Bonnie handed them over. She placed them on the table next to the bra. By now, Bonnie knew her face was quite red, but she was also becoming quite aroused. And the evening was just beginning. She could not even guess what Susan had in store for her the rest of the night and dared not even think about it. She only knew that she had never been to the places Susan was taking her and that she needed more of it.
The waiter came over and took their drink order. He did not bat an eye at the bra and panties sitting in the middle of the table. Susan reached over and undid the remaining buttons on the blouse, pushing it to the side, exposing both tits.
"Play with your nipples for me."
Bonnie took the opportunity to cover her breasts with her hands as she rubbed the tips.
"No, no, no. Roll them between your finger and thumb. I want to see them harden. I think some others here might enjoy seeing it as well."
Just then the waiter returned with their drinks, he looked at Susan and winked.
"Very nice."
"They are, aren't they?"
Susan reached over and rubbed her hand along Bonnie's leg. She slid a finger along her slit, spreading her lips apart.
"Mmmm, nice and wet already. I do believe you are beginning to enjoy this treatment. You are becoming one little attention whore that just loves to be watched. So let's give them something to watch. Such lovely music they are playing… let's dance."
Susan led Bonnie onto the dance floor, where she wrapped her arms around her, one hand on each exposed butt cheek. She pushed the middle finger from each hand against her rim, slowly working them inside her as they danced. She managed to get them in up to the second knuckle before beginning to move them in and out. Bonnie's breath was growing ragged, and her legs were trembling.