Blame Abba Chapter 4

I really hadn't known why at the time, but I had packed the sexy deep blue PVC dress in the case when I had got my 'barmaid uniform' that evening. With some difficulty I poured myself into it and got my ultra-high heels again. Feeling really sexy I went back into the empty bar where Jeff was waiting for me. He gulped when he saw me, well he had to.

I took his arm.

"How do I look, honey? I hope you like this dress I'm nearly wearing? I do so want to look good for you."

And I did. I wanted to be seen with him, I wanted, I needed, all his friends to envy him. I needed them to know that he had got himself a really attractive tart, and to know what was going to come later.

"How about going to Frank's," I asked - a rather swish club, Jeff had often boasted about it.

He had got membership through a well-connected friend and was always telling us how good it was, but he never invited any of us. I knew he couldn't refuse me. He did look a bit downhearted.

"Jeff, you know you are going to have to take me. But think, what are your pals there going to think when you walk in there holding hands with a sexy tart like me?"

He smiled - he had realised, this would be very good for his image. He knew exactly what I was but nobody else there did.

"Right, Jeff my dear, come on, I think that's our taxi."

I had asked him to ring for one. Jeff didn't drive and I didn't plan to stay totally sober so there was no way I could. The taxi driver didn't know which way to look, I must admit I thought I was looking totally foxy that night. My strapless uplift bra was doing its job, with bare shoulders and bulging breasts I really did feel the 'belle of the ball'. He dropped us at the door of the club, Jeff hustled me in past the glaring eyes of the doorman.

"Hi there Jeff, long time no see. My Christ!"

A tall and very attractive older man greeted us. He had seen Jeff - and then he had seen me. I smiled politely and looked at Jeff. Suddenly it dawned on him, as it had on me a while ago. I may look a total slut but I was a classy slut, wearing a well-cut PVC dress, long legs to die for and towering heels and gorgeous makeup. Truly the sort of woman any man would like to bed. This guy was instantly jealous, his opinion of Jeff soared.