Lord and Lady Hawthorne, one of the wealthiest couples in Warwickshire, England, one night threw a party for exchange students from the United States, Germany, and France, and one of the guests happened to be young Belinda, who had been a German exchange student to the United States, but because she wrecked her exchange sister's car through her own fault, the US family was angery with her and sent her back home. But Belinda was too curious, too adventurous to remain in the country she already knew so well, the country of her birth, where she could meet on students who were just like her, as she saw it. So six weeks after her return to Germany she was accepted as an exchange student to a small British college in Warwickshire, where Lord Hawthorne was dean-at-large. Lord Hawthorne was a tall, elegant man in his early 40's. He was very handsom, with a medium complexion with auburn hair and a very fine, slender mustache. His weight was perfect: he was the quintessential British gentleman.

The party that Lord and Lady Hawthorne gave for the exchange students was a house-warming party. All of the professors who taught these students were there with their wives, and the exchange students were invited to bring their dates. For the most part the gathering was cordial but rather low-keyed. Wine and expensive champaign were served to all the guests, and expensive ors d'erves likewise were provided for the guests. Most people had no more than one or two glasses of the two classic wines, and almost all of them were subdued; the Hawthorne's stood hospitably at the door to greet all the guests in the most informal and friendly manner possible; however, the dress required was rather formal. Men were asked to wear black tie and tails; women in formal, black gowns.

But Belinda was not like the other guests. She was a very attractive girl, and she thought that would count a good deal to her appearance. However, though the dress she wore was expensive, it was not really appropriate for a formal affair. There was a rather noticeable slit on the left bottom side of the dress, and the young lady weas not wearing hose, only heels. As far as the top of the dress was concerned, there were no straps holding it up, which itself was all right, but other ladies had long, zipped up backs that kept their dresses secure at the top; young Belinda, on the other hand, wore a dress that she could just slip over her head; there wasn't much back to speak of, and in fact the top part of her dress was held up only by the healthy size of hers breasts. Both Lord and Lady Hawthorne greeted the girl politely when she arrived, alone, and kindly welcomed her to the gathering; but both the husband and wife looked rather ascanse at the girl when she arrived, Lord Hawthorne a little uncomfortable, Lady Hawthorne whispering to herself "Slut!"

As soon as Belinda had arrived at the house warming and been welcomed in by Lord and Lady Hawthorne, she dived immediately into the champagne, which she loved but had so rarely. After only fifteen minutes she was finishing her third glass; to ensure that there would be plenty more for her, she held on to the half--empty bottle she was using, and took possession of a second, uncorked bottle but full bottle for future use. A number of the professors and students noticed this, and though no one took her to task for it, from their rather stern, even disgusted looks of them, it was clear that they did not like it, and thought of her as a "lush."

While she was drinking, almost glass after glass of the expensive wine, Belinda looked time and again in the direction of Dr. Prof. Lord Hawthorne. From the beginning of her attendance at the small British college, Belinda had a crush on this handsome dean-at-large of this small college, the College of the Holy Virgin, which was a branch of the much larger Cambridge University in London. "Virgin," as the college was known for short, was one of the highest-ranking colleges in Great Britain and Northern Ireland and usually its doors were only opened to the top rank of students. Belinda herself was only an average student, but because of her proficiency in German and English grammar, there was only one other German exchange student at Virgin, and her English was poor, and because Belinda agreed to act as a tutor of German to all British students who were studying German as their foreign language requirement (not to mention that her father was himself a little on the wealthy side), she was admitted to Virgin. Belinda made a number of British friends at the college; she was pretty, with blonde hair, blue eyes and a very fair complexion. She wasn't real tall, which made her look younger than her 24 years - she believed that keeping her hair in braids like a German Mädchen, contributed to this, to her, undesirable feature, so she went to a stylist and had her hair cut and styled in a smart, cute short look. Notwithstanding that she was a tiny plump, most boys agreed she had a good figure, and with the sexy, barely-regulation dress she had, was a very desirable woman. But the only male Belinda was interested in was tall, handsome Lord Hawthorne who, though more than twenty years her senior, saw the young girl looking at not in the way a good girl looks at her teacher, but in the way a woman looks at the man with whom she was in love; on several occasions she even fluttered her real but mascarrae-treated lashes at him, even surreptitiously winking at him. The dean was totally embarrassed and pretended not to notice - but other students did, and her reputation was sagging, one by one her friends were finding excuses not to spend time with her, boys were turned off, and girls thought of her as a "whore".

And so we return to the party, where Belinda had finished her fourth glass of this rather strong champagne and poured herself a fifth: the girl decided it was time to show her hand to Herr Professor. She headed toward him; he was stationed at the front door with Lady Hawthorne. "Good evening, Lord Professor Hawthorne!" She greeted him voluptuously; Lord Hawthorne's face blushed, and Lady Hawthorne was visibly annoyed.

"Good... Good evening, Fräulein Belinda," the dean returned, "I know I have previously introduced you to my WIFE!" But Belinda ignored this last part, downed the remainder of her champagne, and as sexily as she could, considering she was intoxicated and her eyes were half closed but were still fixed on the dean, extended her left side, the side of the slit in her dress, and lifted it a little, showing pretty much the entire side of her leg - even exposing a little of the thong she wore in lieu of panties, and her very-lower bottom, all part of her plan of seducing the professor - in the presence of his own wife! - and the "come-on" look in Belinda's face - contributed to the fury of Lord Hawthorne's wife, herself a stately lady of 40 with red hair and blue eyes, noticeably taller than Belinda, and she took hold of Belinda's shoulder, saying, at first evenly, "You've had perhaps a little too much champagne, my dear. Why don't you come with me to the guest room and lie down for a bit?" As Lady Hawthorne led Belinda away, gently, but only at first, by the shoulder, the girl blew a kiss at the dean, who quickly looked away, never having been so embarrassed in his life.