Chapter 1
My name is Shona and this is the story of the last couple of years on my voyage of discovery. I was twenty-seven when it started and had been married to Edward for five years. We met at my first job after college; although he was ten years older than me, I felt that the age difference was not significant at the time. I should say I had a restricted upbringing, specifically in the way I was encouraged to dress by my parents.
I suppose I should have rebelled when I went to college, but I tended to remain invisible in my long skirts and sensible sweaters. At the very least the boys focussed on those females in short skirts and skimpy tops and by comparison I was considered boring and not worth chasing. Even to those in the chess club. Edward further encouraged me in plain dressing even after we moved to the big city with his promotion last year
I had to give up my job when I moved, but it didn’t really matter as Edward’s salary was enough to pay all the bills in our moderate lifestyle. Initially, I stayed at home and decorated our apartment. I suppose I should have fallen pregnant, but Edward never seemed too interested in sex for that to happen.
Moving away meant I didn’t really know anyone. So I found myself running a lot. Even though my body became toned and super fit with the running and exercises I did at home in front of the TV, nobody noticed. Partly I overdressed as I always had; also our social interactions were minimal. I was reasonably happy but getting slightly more bored each day.
Edward suggested I get a hobby job and I decided to start doing little outside catering jobs. Nothing too big, providing sandwiches and snacks to a few offices including Edwards’s own department. Nobody really noticed me there either. To be honest, I dressed like an Amish, a toned Amish underneath all those clothes, but compared to the secretaries in their short skirts, invisible still
It all changed early in the summer when the company I did a few bits of work for asked me to do three leaving parties on successive Fridays. I could cope with all the preparation, but they asked me to provide a waitress to help hand out the food for a couple of hours. It was a big step for me, having to take on a member of staff and I asked Edward if he knew how I could find someone to help.
I really knew nobody. He suggested the local college, he had an intern from there earlier in the year and gave me a name to contact. I did so and soon afterwards arranged an interview with Mel. She was a bubbly twenty-year-old, who met me for a coffee in jeans and a t-shirt. She seemed lovely and I arranged a time for her to meet for the job itself. She needed a black skirt and white blouse as a uniform which she said she had.
I picked her up on the way to the office and really was not sure if I should continue with the event. I cannot think that we could not be any different in terms of dress sense in our different versions of the same uniform. My black skirt was mid-calf and old-fashioned, hers was little more than a belt, so high I could see the edge of her panties as she sat in the passenger seat. It was made of a stretchy clingy material and as she walked in front of me I could clearly see she was wearing a tiny string thong.
I felt a little angry, especially when I saw that she was wearing just a camisole under her sleeveless blouse. It was pretty sheer and obvious there was no bra being worn. Had it not been for the fact I really needed the work to get the business going I probably would have sent her home, but I swallowed my anger and carried on. The work took all of our focus, so it seemed only a short time later that we were in full swing.
I focussed on making sure the food flowed in a presentable way and Mel walked around with it, smiling in her skimpy clothes and guys took what she offered them quickly. Soon enough the lady who booked me wandered over and said they were really happy with the food and the presentation. I could not help but notice that although everyone interacted with Mel in a friendly way, I was all but invisible
As we packed up, not much to do as practically all the food had gone, the big boss came over with a substantial tip. He pulled Mel to one side, told her that she was a big hit with the staff and needed to be on next week as he was looking forward to seeing her again. He made it really clear to me that rather than there being a concern with Mel showing too much skin, there was no issue in his eyes.
As I moved over to thank him as well for his custom, he ignored me and shuffled out of the room. Mel seemed really happy with the result, she was chatting away to me as we cleared up the last few bits of rubbish into the bags I had brought. I had noticed he had slipped her some cash, but I felt unable to talk about it because it was obvious to me that Mel had been the reason for the tip.
I had never had a tip in the dozen or so times I had been there on my own. I decided that I needed to tell Mel that she didn’t need to split any tips with me as the boss. Desperately trying to get some higher moral ground I explained that she only needed to split any tips with another member of staff. If it was just the two of us she could keep it all
Mel seemed really happy with this and gave me a big hug, I could feel her body against mine and a funny feeling washed through me. We quickly got into the car so I could drop her home and as we drove she was telling me about how naughty the big boss had been. As he handed over a fifty note, he had placed his hand on Mel’s thigh. I was really worried about this as I could not afford to lose the next few events.
I had worked so hard to get them and although I felt shocked it seemed to me Mel was encouraging his wandering hand. This was quickly covered off when Mel said he could touch her ass for 100, with a giggle in her voice. As I watched the young girl beside me wriggle a bit in her seat exposing her panties to my full gaze,
I felt almost a blush come to my face. I had never even thought about another woman sexually but I felt myself getting a little moist. This was the first time in years that sexual arousal raised its head, I wondered what it was about Mel. Was it her blatant sexuality, her talk about wandering hands or was it simply she looked available?
I mentioned this to Edward that evening and his attitude surprised me. He was pleased that I had done so well with the booking and when I said about Mel being a bit underdressed he said it was probably a good thing overall. Sometimes it was good to use feminine wiles to get on with selling to bosses.
Better Mel showed a bit of skin than I had to. When I thought about it, it was a positive result and I could benefit from Mel and her loose morals. Why did I feel a tingle in my stomach when Edward suggested in a jokey way that perhaps I should wear a shorter skirt?