“We’ll just pick you up at your apartment at 7:30,” the woman’s voice on the phone instructed me, “And that’s all there is to it, Tonia!”
“OK,” I chuckled, “See you then.”
The woman on the phone was Ruth, the wife of my boss, Dick. I guess Dick had said something to her about the mood I’ve been in at work lately and that I said I was going to get really wiped out at our party tonight. Ruth said she was concerned about me driving. They live about three miles from me so it wasn’t going to be too far out of their way.
The office staff had dwindled all afternoon. When Ruth called at a little after four, I was the only one left. I knew I’d have to work until five because there was a possibility that someone from our largest customer’s office might call and my boss didn’t want to make a big deal about us closing early. He knew I could handle anything that came up.
I sat at my desk, daydreaming about the dress I’d found on the Internet. The black dress looks almost like a slip. It has spaghetti straps that criss-cross in the back, which is bare from the waist up. It’s at least three inches above my knees and has a short slit up each side. I can’t wear a bra under it so the firm nipples on my smallish breasts, become very noticeable. Dick calls me a brat because I love to tease him by wearing short skirts or something else, sexy, to work. I know the other men watch me too, but he’s so much fun to tease. I still wasn’t sure if I had enough nerve to wear the dress, though.
Time flew by and soon I was looking at myself in the full length mirror in my bedroom, “I don’t know if you should wear this…” I kept turning around and looking at how naughty my little 95 pound, five foot two and a half inch body looked in this silky dress.
It was too late to change. The doorbell rang and I scampered down the hall and opened it. “Just need to grab a jacket and my coat,” I turned quickly.
“Wait a minute!” Dick called out. “Let me see what you are wearing.”
“What?” I stopped and looked at him. “Oh, this?” I let have a good look.
“Oh, my God!” Dick’s voice cracked, “You must be planning on getting raped tonight!”
“You like the way I look?” I turned around quickly.
“You may not make it out of your apartment!” He teased, moving towards me.
I laughed and moved away before he could grab me. I slipped on a black blazer and then my black trench coat. Dick grabbed me and kissed me hard. “We’ve got to go,” I reminded him.
“Too bad,” he fixed the obvious bulge in his pants.