They all drank quite a bit of the punch that was being served at first, but Brandi was the only one that was drinking any by eleven. Everyone in their group had slowed down enough by then so that they didn't need anything to drink. Because of this, she was the only one of them that fell prey to the prankster who spiked the punch towards the end of the night. She wasn't a drinker so after her only glass of the concoction she was feeling the effects strongly. It had been just enough to get her feeling really loose, but not totally drunk.

The bandit was soon caught and the punch confiscated before many people had taken some. That made no difference to Brandi though. She was dancing with Alan, letting him hold her closer than she had all night and she was enjoying it.

They were dancing in a dark corner of the room where no one was paying much attention to them. Brandi, because of the alcohol in her system and the closeness to Alan, was beginning to get hot and horny. She half-heartedly tried to ignore the sensation, but she soon gave in to it.

The white, cotton gown she wore was backless with a deep cut V-neck that ended just above her navel. What appeared to be a short slit in the front of the dress that was just long enough to cover her ass and upper thigh was actually its opening. There were three inconspicuous buttons located at her navel and just below her pussy that were the only things holding the dress closed. She had made the dress specifically with the rendezvous with Chad and Paula in mind, but she was so turned on at the moment that she had to share its secrets with Alan. She leaned close to his ear and whispered seductively, "Want to know a secret?"

Enjoying the feel of Brandi's unbound breasts crushed against his chest, he whispered, "Sure."

"Do you really think I look sexy in this dress?" she asked, toying with him some more.