I couldn't believe this bitch who had made my life hell had managed to get herself such a hot husband. I had to admit she was beautiful- there was no denying the fact but as a teenager, she was a cunt to the girls who weren't her friends. Why would she suggest I was a good worker?

Momentarily I forgot Paul was in the room, his hot masculine presence watching me focusing on his wedding photo. A picture of real marital bliss- a couple in the prime of their relationship. I could feel jealousy wash over me as I stood there.

'That was two years ago,' he laughed. 'Very different times now though.'

I came out of my trance then. 'How so?' I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders, a cheeky glint in his eye.

Before he could answer the door to the room we were in opened and there she was. Amy. My long-time tormentor. She smiled and welcomed me as if we were long-lost friends. 'Lucy!' She exclaimed, as she came towards me hugging me tight. 'Are you going to take the job with us? We're desperate for work here with everything that's going on and I'll not be on my feet for much longer.'

Amy looked different to her photo. There was a roundness to her face, but only slightly. Her skin was pink and she had lost a part of the athletic figure she was remembered for back when we were sixteen, and even from what I could tell from the photo hanging on her wall. The penny dropped- she was pregnant. She had Paul's baby growing inside her, and with that my resentment for her grew further.

It took me a few seconds to compose myself. I looked at Paul standing behind her who passed me a wink and I looked at Amy. 'Amy! It's so lovely to see you again after all of this time. I'd love to work here, you'd be really getting me out of a rut.'

'I'm so happy to help,' she said, smiling. I realised she was being genuine. Did she even remember how she treated me? The names she called me at school? The taunting during gymnastics because my body wasn't as athletic as hers? The humiliation I endured when she beat me black and blue in front of her bitch friends?

'Awww look at you two getting on so well,' Paul said, breaking the silence, obviously unaware of what an evil bitch his wife was capable of being. 'When the baby gets here, I'm going to be grateful for all the help round here I can get with Amy off her feet,' he said.

'I'm more than happy to do what's needed to help you round here, Paul,' I said. My eyes passed from his handsome face, scaling his muscular body and clocking the wedding ring on his finger. That wasn't going to mean much in the grand scheme of things, I thought to myself- my plan for revenge already taking place in my head.

'Oh- and congratulations on the baby,' I said to Amy. 'This is going to be such an exciting time for us all....' and when I said that I really meant it. Little did Paul know, he was about to enjoy the most exciting period in his short marriage, while Amy was going to really learn some lessons about crossing me.

****

For the first few weeks, I stood back and observed Paul and Amy ascertain whether I could spot any cracks in their relationship, and to my disappointment, they seemed fully committed to one another. They squabbled like most married couples but if she needed help, he would be there in a flash as she gained pregnancy weight, and if the bar was too busy he'd send her upstairs and bear the brunt of the busy clientele downstairs. He was a good and loyal husband and he was devoted to her and I knew I needed to up my game.

Though I was working full-time, I didn't earn much. However, my parents let me live at home rent-free so I could save my money. I soon found though, that rather than saving my money, I was going out into the city centre and scouting for outfits I could wear at work that would garner Paul's full attention. Short black dresses that went so far up my thighs that bending over would mean my panties would be visible along with a very shapely outline of my freshly shaven pussy... bras that pushed my already fairly big tits up and outwards, cleavage that would send any red-blooded man with enough drink in him wild, and the heels I was now wearing were coming up to six inches and higher. Though I was uncomfortable at first and I had to think about the practicalities of working in a bar in this attire, and the limitations it set on my doing my work properly, my main aim was to drive Paul wild so I didn't worry too much about that.

***

The first night I put my new black dress on, my dad had a lot to say, and none of it good. 'You'll draw the wrong attention... it's inappropriate... you look like a slut...'

He said these things to try and shame me into changing but I feigned offence while secretly inside I felt my stomach churning with butterflies. Paul had to notice me now, right?

I got to the bar at about 7 pm just in time for the other two bar staff- Sharon and Denise to finish. Though they'd both passed comment that they thought Paul was hot they were both married and in their fifties so there was no rivalry there and I actually them.

As I passed through the bar I could feel a different energy- eyes on my long legs, some gasps, a couple of whistles from men who had sat in the bar drinking all day. I'll admit I loved the attention.

'Jesus girl, who are you trying to impress?' Sharon asked laughing. 'Most of the men in here are already taken!' I laughed and protested my innocence in a jokey way.

'It feels good to look good,' I said. 'Where's Paul? It's just me and him serving on the late isn't it?' I asked Sharon. She confirmed it was, which sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. She told me he was in the back room.

I prepared myself for his reaction to my makeover and walked quietly to the room. The door was slightly ajar and there he was, behind his wife, his arms round her waist talking quietly in her ear but loud enough to hear.

'Just a quick one before Lucy gets here,' he said, his hands gliding down her thighs, trying to lift the hem of her dress up to her waist. Amy giggled and slapped his hand away. 'Later- when you lock up,' she said.

'At least tell me what colour panties you're wearing,' he said. She turned and put her mouth on his, their tongues finding each other. Jealousy and lust-filled me as their interaction made my pussy wet. I knocked loudly on the door and it startled them both into separating, their faces both flushed.

'Just letting you know I'm here,' I said as I pushed the door open. At the sight of me, Amy's mouth dropped in shock. Paul stood behind her drinking in how hot I looked, not saying a word but clearly impressed, his eyes on my tits for a fraction of a second longer than what any wife would feel is appropriate for her husband.

Amy tried to hide her annoyance. 'Wow, someone's put the effort in,' she laughed nervously.

'Well I have to keep the punters happy,' I said. 'Give them something to stay and keep buying drinks.'

There was an awkward silence before Amy said, 'you're absolutely right. I normally do the same myself.'

Paul laughed before giving her backside a playful slap. She kissed him on the cheek before leaving the room. 'Goodnight,' she said to us both.

I entered the room properly, placing the bag I brought on the back of one of the chairs.

'Mine are pink and laced,' I whispered to Paul. He looked confused unsure of what I was referring to. When the penny dropped his face flushed and he laughed. I went outside to the bar to serve. This might not be as difficult as I thought.