The first stop was a small wine bar near the office. Biff had never drank wine before in his life. He had only drank beer on a few occasions with his friends from school. Given his youth, alcohol was kind of hard to come by. Wine would have been his last choice but he had committed to just going with the flow and spending some time with the "other girls" from work. He followed the lead of Lucy and ordered the same as her. He had no idea what it was but when the waiter brought him a dainty glass with red wine he took a sip and admitted to himself it wasn't too bad.
Taking some time to look around as the others chatted, Biff saw the bar was full of people who had obviously come from work. There were lots of groups of professional looking women, all chatting amongst themselves. They were some groups of men standing around the bar, observing the crowd. They looked like predators on the hunt and as Biff looked down at his panty hose covered legs, crossed at the knee and his flowery blouse he couldn't help but feel like their prey. He could feel lots of male eyes on him and he did his best to avoid any eye contact. He didn't want any extra attention. Lucy was the first to notice the attention Biff was getting and she called him a "lucky girl", telling him he could have his pick of the guys. One of the other girls whose name Biff wasn't sure of joked that he could take anyone of them home and "take a good pounding" . Biff hid his shock. He had no idea women talked to each other like this. It reminded him of how he and his friends used to talk but instead of talking about "tits" and "getting into girls panties" they were instead talking about "getting pounded" and "riding some dicks". Lucy who had a bit more class than this other girl saw Biff's discomfort at this kind of talk and quickly changed the subject.
She started to ask about Biff's daughter, telling Biff how she admired how hard he worked as a single mother. Biff was happy to have the subject changed and started to tell them all about his life with his "daughter". Nobody found it odd that his daughter was called Jon and the girls insisted on seeing some photos. Biff took out his phone and showed them some recent photos of Jon. He had taken them as an experiment the other day when Jon wasn't looking at him. He wanted to see if the camera would show Jon as Biff saw him or as the toddler that the rest of the world saw him as. As he opened the photo he saw it still showed Jon as Biff saw him, a teenager, dressed in a girly dress with his diaper showing underneath. Lucy and the other woman were gushing over the photo, talking about how adorable Jon looked. Biff had to admit, even though he saw a teenage Jon in the photos, there was a part of him that saw him as his cute baby girl.
Biff had grown more comfortable and one glass of wine had turned into two and then a third. By now he was feeli g a bit tipsy and not wanting to slip up or do anything embarrassing, when the girls suggested moving onto another place Biff used the chance to excuse himself and head home. The others tried to convince him that he should come with him but he was adamant that he was tired and needed an early night. The group left the bar together and the others insisted on staying with Biff until he was safely in a taxi.
Biff sat into the back of the taxi and told the driver his address. In his slightly drunk condition he had gotten in a bit awkwardly, forgetting that he was wearing a skirt. The taxi driver was watching him in the mirror and had gotten a brief flash of Biff's panties under his skirt. Biff took out his phone in the hope he could get home without engaging with the taxi driver.
