Damn, I thought, I might have known that he would try and make things difficult for me. Not only did the box contain my passport, but it contained personal stuff, like letters and photographs that I could never replace.
“Where the fuck is it Dennis?” I was livid, but what could I do?
He didn’t reply, but instead walked past me and removed a skimpy red spandex dress from a hanger and handed it to me. It was the first dress that he had bought for me and I remembered that I had been frightened to wear it out in public.
The dress barely covered my butt and boobs, and he had made me wear it the first night he took me to meet Norman and Tony at a night club. After I’d reluctantly agreed, I spent an uncomfortable evening in the tight, semi-transparent frock. However, it didn’t take me long to get used to wearing the dress and many more like it!
“I’ll make a deal with you Beth, meet me at George’s steak bar tonight at 9. 00 wearing this dress and I’ll give you your box, before you go home.” I stared at him and was just about to say something when a loud knocking on the door broke the tension in the room.
“I’ll get that,” Dennis said, rushing off down the hall. I looked at the dress in my hand and quickly shoved it into the bag before Mary arrived. Claire threw her legs round and sat up on the edge of the bed.
“Take all your filthy whore underwear with you, I don’t want any of your stuff. Dennis will buy me some new kit!” she scowled.
How things had changed since those nights on the streets of Soho, I thought. Back in December Clair was a useless whore getting knocked about by the punters; and six months later she thinks she’s Dennis’s floozy. I took a deep breath and ignored her taunt, for my bag was stuffed and Mary had just appeared in the doorway.
“You okay Beth?” she asked, standing beside Dennis, who still had a wide grin on his face.
It was that smile that captivated me in the first place and it still made me feel a pang of regret I wouldn’t be staying with him for the time being. I shook my head to try and banish such silly thoughts and lifted the bag to show Mary I had my gear.
I didn’t want to tell Mary about the box, because she would have made a scene and I could tell that Dennis was in no mood to give it to me there and then. I spotted Mary eyeballing the naked form of Claire, who had pushed herself back against the pillows and parted her legs to blatantly flash her meaty sex at us.
“He didn’t waste any time replacing you Beth, did he?” Mary whispered to me as we walked out through the front door.
I looked over my shoulder and Dennis was standing at the door giving me a friendly wave. His handsome, boyish good looks, appeared calm and collected and I could imagine running back and throwing myself into his arms again.
“She’s just a prostitute.” I replied petulantly. “She’s not his girlfriend!” I was irked to see another girl in the bed that I spent so many turbulent nights with Dennis. Especially when it was one of his whores who’ll probably be out on the streets later that night.
“Listen to you Beth!” Mary was angry with me. “Get over him. You’re doing the right thing. I can see how he treats women and you’re too good for him.”
“Bullshit,” I responded. “I’m a street girl Mary, and I can’t pretend I’m not. I’ll see what happens when I’ve finished helping you.”
I couldn’t get the image of Claire, lying naked on my bed, out of my head.
After we left Dennis’s flat we spent a couple of hours shopping and generally having a good time. The detective had a warm character and seemed very attentive when I went to the changing rooms with her to try the clothes on. Having some nice togs, made me feel a whole lot better, as did having a new friend who seemed to appreciate the way I felt. Mary had to go back to the flat at 5. 00 to see Jack while I continued to get a few final items of clothing.
Whether it was by accident or design I found myself in ‘Undirotica’ a lingerie store where Dennis had bought me a couple of items of gorgeous underwear. I was beginning to think about the meeting at 9. 00 with Dennis and what underwear I should wear.
Seeing Claire in the flat, made me realize that my desire to be with Dennis was stronger and that I would probably go back to working for the boys if it meant I could be Dennis’s girl. I’d initially baulked at wearing the red dress in my bag, but as time went by, I came to enjoy showing off my natural charms and teasing men with them. The dress was burning a hole in my bag and the truth of the matter was that I couldn’t wait to slip into it again.
I had decided to meet him at the steak bar knowing I would be safe from him taking advantage of me. I would wear the red spandex dress over my new sexy undies. I needed to remind him what a good lay I was and that I was worth waiting for. Jack and Mary were just going to have to let me have one last night with him, I decided.
Using some money that Mary had given me, I bought a dozen bra and pantie sets. I then rummaged around looking for a set to wear under the red spandex dress.
I finally settled on a red cotton thong and matching lightweight cotton bra. I’m a ‘C’ cup, but I bought a ‘B’, because I knew it would force my boobs to jut out from the tight dress, just a little more provocatively.
The thought of dressing up for Dennis one last time, was having a strange effect on me. On my way home that afternoon, I couldn’t help feeling a thrill spreading through the pit of my stomach.