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A Short Story
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by Parker
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To say that I was surprised to see Carol at Anne's costume party would be an
understatement. I was immediately sorry that I had let Anne talk me into
wearing this particular costume. With Jim and the kids out of town for the
week, she had convinced me to be a little daring. Well, the costume was more
than a little daring.
But that was Anne for you. In the few months I'd known her, she was always
encouraging me to let go, to enjoy myself. Perhaps that's why I was drawn to
her. Maybe I needed someone like that in my life.
To tell the truth, even with Anne's urging, I would never have worn it if it
hadn't been so... well, flattering. After eight years of solid, steady marriage
to Jim, I had been feeling a bit dumpy; a bit like my life was pretty much set,
despite the fact that I was only twenty-six. The tight tube dress that ended a
good foot above my knees; the black stockings and garter; the bright red pumps
with the four inch heels... they all emphasised my slender body and large, firm
breasts. They reminded me that I was still young, and still beautiful.
And so, I had come to the costume party dressed as a hooker. With Anne's help
and encouragement, I had gone all out with the costume: heavy makeup, wild,
teased up hair... Jim would have just died if he'd seen me dressed up like
that. But he wasn't here. And I was having a great time. It was wonderful to
receive all that male attention; I wasn't used to it after so many years of
marriage.
Then Carol showed up. She had been Jim's secretary at work up until about six
months ago. I'd found out from a friend of mine at Jim's office that she had
been coming on to him in a big way. I didn't believe it until I saw it
happening at the company picnic. I'd confronted her with it. She had told me to
'fuck off' and I'd responded by calling her a 'whore'. Jim had broken it up
before it went any further, and Carol had been quietly transferred to a new
office a few days later.
So, I wasn't exactly pleased to see her at the party. Inevitably, we ran into
each other. She smirked when she saw me.
"Who's the whore now?" she asked. She was dressed as a fairy tale princess.
"Only on the outside," I answered sweetly, "Not like some." She frowned and
walked away. I was rather pleased with myself for being so strong, so quick
with the comeback, but my hands shook. I'm not good at confrontations. I downed
the rest of my drink to steady myself and then got a refill.
By midnight, the party was really buzzing. So was I; I'd had a little too much
to drink, but it didn't matter. I was having such a good time, chatting with
people, being eyed by all the men. Except for Anne, no one here really knew me,
so I could just relax and play the flirt if I wished. And, best of all, Carol
seemed to have left the party.
"Here you are." It was Anne, bringing me another drink. I finished the one I
had and took it. Then she gestured to a man standing beside her. "This is Paul,
my cousin."
"Hello Paul." He was a tall man, with short dark hair and the most amazing
eyes. I felt myself shiver when he looked at me.
Anne disappeared into the crowd, leaving Paul and me to get acquainted. We
talked for a bit while I finished my drink and then he pulled me out onto the
dance floor. He was a wonderful dancer. The song ended, and a slow one began. I
started to pull away - I was still, after all, a married woman - but he
wouldn't let go. He just hugged me to his chest and moved with the music. By
this time, I was beginning to get a bit dizzy - the alcohol - so I just held on
and let him lead. Slowly, almost hypnotically, he let me around the dance
floor. My heels suddenly seemed precarious, so I wrapped my arms around his
neck and held on.
We danced. All the while, he kept whispering to me, over and over again, how
beautiful I was. How desirable. I wanted to tell him to stop, but my mouth
seemed full of cotton. Unresponsive. After a while, the pressure of his chest
against mine, the touch of his hand sliding down my back to cup my rear, began
to have an effect, and I felt a delicious warmth spread outward from my tummy.
I began to tremble; I hadn't felt like that since the days before my marriage
to Jim.
We danced. And I felt myself melting into his arms...
We danced. He bent down and brought his lips to mine. I moaned, not resisting,
and opened my mouth, accepting his tongue as it entered and touched mine. I let
out another moan as I felt his hand slip under the top of my strapless dress
and cup my breast. I knew that I should be resisting, especially here, in front
of everyone, but the room was spinning... and it felt so *good*.
The next thing I knew, he was leading me up the stairs. I stumbled, dizzy, but
he caught me and pulled me across the landing and into a bedroom. Once inside,
he brought his lips to mine again. I was unable to resist. I wrapped my arms
around his neck and drew him to me.
Then I was on my back. My dress was bunched up at my waist, leaving both my
breasts and crotch exposed. Paul was on top of me, moving his hips up and down.
I felt the fire in my tummy expand through my body. I felt like I was
burning... burning...
I blinked. There was still a weight on me, but it felt different. I peered
upwards, still dizzy. There was a man, but it wasn't Paul. I didn't recognize
him. I opened my mouth to say something, but he just brought his lips down to
mine, smothering my protests. I closed my eyes...
When I opened them again, there was another man. I tried to will myself to
resist, but my body was unresponsive. I felt hands grabbing my legs and
wrapping them around the man's body. I closed my eyes, hoping it would all go
away.
Eventually it did.
I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache. The dress was still
bunched up around my waists. My breasts were red and splotchy, and they ached
from the terrible mauling they had received the night before. Worst of all, my
pussy was sore, and the inside of my thighs was sticky with dried sperm. I
groaned and rolled over, trying not to vomit.
The door opened and Carol walked in. I gave a little cry and tried to pull the
tangled dress up to cover my breasts. Carol just smiled and threw an envelope
onto the bed beside me.
"Take a look," she ordered.
Trembling, I picked up the envelope and pulled out a bunch of pictures. My head
was still fuzzy, but I had a pretty good idea of what they would show. And they
did: me, dancing on the floor with Paul, my lips pressed to his and his hand on
my breasts; me, standing beside Paul in the bedroom, my arms wrapped around his
neck in a passionate embrace; me, on the bed with Paul, my head thrown back in
obvious ecstasy; me, on the bed, smiling at Paul as he put some bills on the
nightstand; me, with another man on the bed, my legs wrapped around behind ass,
lips against his... It went on and on.
I looked over at the nightstand. There must have been five hundred dollars
sitting there. Carol laughed. She walked over and picked it up. She counted out
five twenties and threw them on the bed beside me. The rest went into her
purse.
"Not bad," she sneered, "for a start."
"What?" I struggled to sit up on the bed. I knew she had somehow arranged this,
but...
She gestured at the envelope. "What do you think Jim would do if he saw those
pictures?" she asked. "What do you think would happen to the children?"
I fell back down onto the bed, almost in tears. I knew what would happen. I
knew very well. Carol sneered. She handed me a piece of paper with an address
on it.
"This is the address of the Lovely Ladies Escort Agency." The tone of her voice
left little doubt as to what this 'escort agency' really was. "You're to report
to this address at eight every friday night. You work for me now."
"But..." My mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. "Jim... "
"Don't worry about Jim. He's about to receive a promotion and a transfer. He'll
be working late on fridays from now on." She smiled again. "*Very* late."
Anne walked into the room and smirked at me. "C'mon Carol," she said. "Paul's
waiting in the car." She looked over at me. "Bye Sandra," she said. "Hope you
enjoy your new career." Then she walked out of the room.
Carol turned to follow, but stopped at the doorway. "Who's the whore now?" she
laughed. The door clicked shut behind her.
I sat on the bed, looking at the pictures scattered about the bed. I reached
over and picked up the paper with the address of the escort agency. I thought
about the children.
I sighed and began gathering up the photographs.
"I am."
