Nooooo, not me, I’m a married women…..but then so is she
This is the piece I wrote that was inspired by the “powder room” photo on Saturday In first draft, I’m still experimenting with first person POV.
“Quick, hold the door and keep watch.”
“But Sara, I can’t physically stop people coming in?”
“Yes you can, go on, stand in front of the door.”
I rested my weight against the door and tried to focus my attention on the flock wallpaper rather than my friend, stripping down to her bra and knickers.
“I don’t know why we have to go through this every time. You looked fine.” I muttered under my breath.
Sara laughed as she pulled up the scarlet Lycra mini dress.
“Oh please, you know if Dave saw me going out like this he’d kill me!”
I had to admit she was right. Sara’s husband was possessive. She was only allowed to see me once a month and as far as he was concerned you didn’t need to dress up for Bingo. But then, he didn’t know that we never actually went.
Sara folded her jeans and T shirt and placed them in her bag. She was already wearing high heels, Dave loved her in stilettos.
“Right, all done, just the makeup.” She twirled “How do I look?”
I wanted to say like a whore, but I bit my tongue. It wouldn’t have worried her anyway, that was the look she wanted.
“Great, very sexy.” Well, it was partly true.
She quickly applied some more makeup and pouted her blood red lips.
“Now, just a little something to get me in the mood.” She winked and laid a small mirror on the shelf above the sink. I bowed my head and listened to her snorting.
“Do you have to do that in a place like this?”
“Oh, stop being such an old woman Chlo. Right, let’s go get em.” She shrieked with laughter and as she leaned over my shoulder to the door handle, she paused. “and don’t forget, if I pull, I’ve stayed at yours tonight.”
I smiled, I knew the drill.
Hmmmmm, not too sure where that one is going. Perhaps tonight, Chloe will tell Dave the truth?
I’m open to suggestions?