I walked back and forth across the bedroom, catching glimpses in the mirror of my body clad in the red spandex frock. The thigh length dress was tight and fitted like a second skin; and because it was semi-transparent, the underwear I was wearing was slightly visible. A tight band under my breasts lifted them, while thick halter bands round my neck pulled the small triangles over my pert boobs forcing them to bulge together impressively.
I had worn the dress without a bra for Dennis in the past, but the addition of another tight layer, added to the overall effect and I thought, softened the prominent sight of my chunky nipples. For a change, I dressed in black hold-ups, 3″ stilettoes and added earrings and bangles to match a new black bag I’d bought.
My dark hair contrasted vividly with my outfit and once I had applied the right eye liner and light foundation, I was satisfied. I slipped into a black leather jacket that Mary had bought and left the bedroom to explain to the detectives where I was going.
“Beth what are up to?” Jack asked, looking up from his computer and clocking my outfit.
He jumped to his feet and came out from behind the table.
“I’m going to Dinner with Dennis. He held back my passport and some of my other stuff, so I agreed to see him one last time,” I explained.
“You should have run this past us, before agreeing to meet him at night,” replied Jack, whose eyes were giving my body the once over.
I had shaved my pussy in the shower, before donning the thong, which I knew was visible through the thin fabric of the red dress. Mary too was studying my body with just as much interest, I thought.
“You don’t need to dress so provocatively to attract the men, Beth,” the blonde haired detective said, as she climbed out of her chair.
“He thinks I’m a fucking dyke Mary, because I turned up with you!” I laughed nervously. “Don’t worry, I’ll be okay. I know how to handle him.”
I was sure that they wouldn’t want to jeopardize their plans to get me on the plane to Berlin on Friday; and I knew that they couldn’t keep me a prisoner.
“Beth, can’t you at least wear one of the dresses I bought for you,” suggested Mary. “You saw for yourself that he’s moved on. At least wear something decent. You don’t have to go out looking like a prostitute.”
“Mary, I feel comfortable in these clothes. You of all people should understand that,” I pointed out.
Seeing that they were beginning to accept the situation, I relaxed a little. I also wanted to show Jack what I looked like in one of my sexiest dresses. I could tell he was impressed, or disgusted, or both. I love that reaction from a man!
“Look guy’s, if he’s got my box with him, I’ll be back by midnight. If I have to go back to his flat with him, then I’ll return a couple of hours later, I promise.”
I left them with that thought and went downstairs to meet my taxi. It was 8. 30 and it didn’t take long to drive down to the West End and park close to the restaurant. I strutted along in the busy street, noticing that I drew the attention of every male passer-by. I felt a million dollars dressed in my skimpy dress, holdups and 3″ stilettos. Six months behind bars had dulled my senses so I was particularly thrilled to be strutting my stuff!
I was a few minutes early, so I was surprised to find Dennis and Tony had already arrived and occupied one of the larger booths. Dennis immediately leapt off the bench to greet me.
“Fuck girl, you look damn good, come and sit down.” He took my jacket from me and hung it up on a post by the booth, before slipping back into his seat, so that I could sit beside him on the end.
Tony, sitting opposite me, beamed across the table at me. “Beth, you look shit hot,” he said.
The big man had that glint in his eye, which betrayed his desire to fuck me. Beside him sat the sullen figure of Claire, who scowled in my direction and looked as if she was really fed up with the situation. However, she kept quiet, which was unusual for her. I was surprised to see that she was wearing an elegant, low cut, blue frock, especially after Dennis had told me to wear the red spandex dress. Anyone looking at the two of us together, I imagined, would think that I was the prostitute, not her!
Both men wanted to hear about my experiences in prison, especially tales of lesbian activity, but I steered away from the subject whenever I could. The two men chatted about boxing for the rest of the time, leaving Claire and I in relative peace to eat our meals. It was the first quality food I’d eaten for over six months, so as I tucked into my steak, I had to stop myself from purring like a cat! The dishes had just been cleared away, when Dennis finally turned his attentions back toward me.
“I want you to come back to the flat for one last night Beth,” he said quietly.
Claire, across the table from me, was watching us with a glazed expression on her face. Tony was fondling her under the table and although I couldn’t see his hand, I could tell by the expression on her face, his fingers were inside her panties, if not her quim.
The thought struck me that if I went back to living with Dennis, it wouldn’t be long before I was sitting there and Tony’s fingers would be inside my panties. Not an altogether unpleasant thought, I decided. I had missed the big guy.
“Dennis I’ve done what you asked, please just hand over my stuff and we can go our separate ways.” He placed his right hand on my thigh, circled my shoulders with his left arm and leant forward to kiss me on the cheek.
Suddenly his fingers were there pressing against my tightly packaged pussy. I didn’t move, because on the one hand, I wanted his animal-like attention, but was furious with his pathetic teasing game. Just the touch of his fingers on my wet spot and the feel of his lips on my cheek, seemed to turn me to jelly. The tension in my muscles eased, as I began to wonder, what it was about the man that attracted me to his violent and temperamental nature.
“I was late picking up Tony and I forgot the box,” he murmured in my ear. “Sorry Babe, but I promise if you come back with me, I’ll give it to you and you can leave after we’ve had a last drink together.”
I half expected him to pull some sort of trick and I wasn’t sure what to do, because I needed the passport for Friday. He was very close to me, so I was able to whisper.
“Dennis, your greedy eyes have been undressing me since I sat down. I know what you want.” I grabbed his bulging pants and squeezed his erection to emphasize my point. He chuckled and forced his fingers further along the inadequate thin strip of damp cotton.
“Beth every man in the restaurant has been imagining you naked. It’s only natural with your ‘fuck me now’ body!'” I felt my face flush and my heart flutter when I heard his comments. He said some of the crudest things sometimes, but I didn’t mind remarks like that. I made a face at him and poked him in the ribs.
“You promise you’ll let me have the box tonight?” I scrutinised his face and when he nodded he seemed sincere, so I relented and agreed to return to his flat one more time.