life, and there weren’t going to be any children if she didn’t have sex!
In any case, she wanted to experience that part of life like a ‘normal’ woman. She wanted to know what it was like to be desired—as a woman, not a freak!
It was amazing how giddy that made her—and restless. She was thirty years old and she hadn’t had more than a handful of dates in her life! Because she’d discovered even long after school, her reputation still shadowed her. Even the few men she’d tried to date after high school, who’d seemed to be interested in her, weren’t. They were still chasing that dream of a woman with two pussies, were so preoccupied with it that they hardly even looked at her face!
She was free! She could do anything she wanted to. She could be as wild as she’d wanted to be when she was a teenager! She was single. She didn’t have a job, but she had money! She could party!
Instead of heading out job-hunting first thing Monday morning as had become her habit, she headed out to shop for clothes. The price tags gave her an unpleasant shock and brought her back to Earth. If she went wild in the clothing stores, she’d be penniless before she could spit!
She didn’t actually need a lot, she decided. Everyone at Club Rouge had seemed to be wearing leather, but, although she tried on everything she could find that would fit her, she finally had to accept that she just wasn’t ‘built’ for leather. It didn’t just make her look fat—er. It squeezed everything into the wrong places and made her figure look hideously lumpy. Aside from that, it was miserably uncomfortable and she didn’t think she would have much fun if she couldn’t get her mind off of how uncomfortable she was.
She decided instead to buy a black dress. The skirt was short enough it didn’t seem to 20
make her look shorter and squatter and it flared slightly around the hips, making her waist look nicely trim. The neckline, scooped low in front and even lower in back, wouldn’t allow for a bra, but she’d rather liked going braless. It made her feel more free.
The price tag gave her a tension headache and she decided to stop there and look for a pair of shoes that would set it off. The high spike heels really appealed to her—
especially since they made her look tall—but she discarded the idea of buying them when she discovered she couldn’t walk in them without being in danger of a twisted ankle—
stone cold sober. One drink, and she would bust her ass and then she’d really look sexy!
She wasn’t particularly happy with the short heels she finally settled on, but she hoped the focus would be on the dress anyway—particularly considering what she’d paid for it!
Although she did splurge a little more on a new hair cut, after her ‘wild’ shopping trip, she decided to spend the rest of the week job hunting and was finally rewarded with a waitress job, mostly because the waitress she replaced had just walked out.
It didn’t pay that well, but it was sort of familiar, at least. She’d served the table in her boarding house—and cooked. She was sure she could handle it.
The new job required another shopping trip for uniforms and serviceable shoes, and, while she was at it, she bought a couple of pretty tops to add to her growing collection of ‘sexy’ clothes.
Her new work schedule didn’t bode well for her aspiration to become a partier.
She discovered when she showed up for her first day that she was expected to work through the weekend. It was day work, though. There was no reason why she couldn’t still go out Friday night, she decided.
Except that she was more exhausted than she’d been when she’d run the boarding house by herself. Saturday was worse. She arrived for the noon shift and discovered that one of the girls on the evening shift had quit and the boss wanted her to do a ‘double’.
The good news was that he gave her Sunday off. The bad news was that, by the time she got off at eight
In any case, she wanted to experience that part of life like a ‘normal’ woman. She wanted to know what it was like to be desired—as a woman, not a freak!
It was amazing how giddy that made her—and restless. She was thirty years old and she hadn’t had more than a handful of dates in her life! Because she’d discovered even long after school, her reputation still shadowed her. Even the few men she’d tried to date after high school, who’d seemed to be interested in her, weren’t. They were still chasing that dream of a woman with two pussies, were so preoccupied with it that they hardly even looked at her face!
She was free! She could do anything she wanted to. She could be as wild as she’d wanted to be when she was a teenager! She was single. She didn’t have a job, but she had money! She could party!
Instead of heading out job-hunting first thing Monday morning as had become her habit, she headed out to shop for clothes. The price tags gave her an unpleasant shock and brought her back to Earth. If she went wild in the clothing stores, she’d be penniless before she could spit!
She didn’t actually need a lot, she decided. Everyone at Club Rouge had seemed to be wearing leather, but, although she tried on everything she could find that would fit her, she finally had to accept that she just wasn’t ‘built’ for leather. It didn’t just make her look fat—er. It squeezed everything into the wrong places and made her figure look hideously lumpy. Aside from that, it was miserably uncomfortable and she didn’t think she would have much fun if she couldn’t get her mind off of how uncomfortable she was.
She decided instead to buy a black dress. The skirt was short enough it didn’t seem to 20
make her look shorter and squatter and it flared slightly around the hips, making her waist look nicely trim. The neckline, scooped low in front and even lower in back, wouldn’t allow for a bra, but she’d rather liked going braless. It made her feel more free.
The price tag gave her a tension headache and she decided to stop there and look for a pair of shoes that would set it off. The high spike heels really appealed to her—
especially since they made her look tall—but she discarded the idea of buying them when she discovered she couldn’t walk in them without being in danger of a twisted ankle—
stone cold sober. One drink, and she would bust her ass and then she’d really look sexy!
She wasn’t particularly happy with the short heels she finally settled on, but she hoped the focus would be on the dress anyway—particularly considering what she’d paid for it!
Although she did splurge a little more on a new hair cut, after her ‘wild’ shopping trip, she decided to spend the rest of the week job hunting and was finally rewarded with a waitress job, mostly because the waitress she replaced had just walked out.
It didn’t pay that well, but it was sort of familiar, at least. She’d served the table in her boarding house—and cooked. She was sure she could handle it.
The new job required another shopping trip for uniforms and serviceable shoes, and, while she was at it, she bought a couple of pretty tops to add to her growing collection of ‘sexy’ clothes.
Her new work schedule didn’t bode well for her aspiration to become a partier.
She discovered when she showed up for her first day that she was expected to work through the weekend. It was day work, though. There was no reason why she couldn’t still go out Friday night, she decided.
Except that she was more exhausted than she’d been when she’d run the boarding house by herself. Saturday was worse. She arrived for the noon shift and discovered that one of the girls on the evening shift had quit and the boss wanted her to do a ‘double’.
The good news was that he gave her Sunday off. The bad news was that, by the time she got off at eight
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