Viv Windsor walked briskly into the Woolpack; her nylon stockings cracking as one leg stroked the other. Her blouse was unbuttoned to the base of her fine cleavage and was tucked into the tight waistband of her black pencil skirt. Her red high-heeled shoes clicked sexily as she strode towards the bar.
"Give me a large G & T Bernice," said Viv angrily.
"What's up Viv, have you and Bob fallen out?" asked Bernice.
Unaware of the others sitting at tables Viv reached into her bag and pulled out a copy of "Fiesta Readers Wives" magazine. "Look what that bastard has done," she said opening the magazine to a well-thumbed page.
Bernice looked and was shocked to see some extremely explicit photographs of Viv wearing a red lace basque and a pair of hold up stockings. As the series of photos went on they became more and more provocative. In some Viv was squeezing her ample tits and thrusting them towards the camera whilst licking her lips lasciviously. In others she even had her basque completely removed and had held open her hairy black bush.
Bernice became rather hot and felt a bead of sweat trickle from her neck under the front of her T-shirt and coolly dripped off the side of her own pert left breast.
"I β¦. I think you look very beautiful Viv," said Bernice.
"Thank you Bernice but that's not the point. That bastard Bob took photos of me for the lovely legs competition and the rest of the photos he took were supposed to be for his own private use when he was travelling round the country"
Viv hadn't seen Angie and her daughter Ollie walk up behind her together with her son Scott.
"Wow mum" said Scott "I didn't know you had it in you. They're fantastic pics."
"Oh Shit Scott" said Viv as she quickly put the magazine back into her bag "You shouldn't have seen those."
"Neither should we, but we did" smirked Angie to Ollie.
"Oh Christ how embarrassing" said Viv as her face glowed bright red.
"Look, come through the back with your drink," said Bernice " This lot'll just keep on at you otherwise"
Bernice showed Viv into the back room where Scott joined them. He had followed them through.