It was now three months since the last party and Sue was out shopping in town. Daydreaming, her subconscious led her back down the alley to the fancy dress shop without her realising. Her own party, the last one held, she had hosted as a can-can girl. The costume had been a major hit with her guests and she had ended up being fucked, backwards, forwards sideways and even upside down at one point. Sue had spent two days at home whilst her body recovered. Life had been pretty quiet since then, as she got used to being a single lady.
The solicitor she had met, at the very first party that Jo had hosted, had been as good as Jo said he was. The house was now hers, as was a good portion of her ex-husbands money, leaving her free to indulge her whims. As yet there was no new steady man in her life, but there were more than a few overnight guests from the people she had met at the parties. Her toy collection was also growing, as was her sexual experience.
As she approached the shop she noticed the shopkeeper approaching from the other direction, they met almost perfectly outside his shop door.
"Mrs Benn, what a lovely surprise!" he announced, "do come in please."
Sue hesitated, "Unfortunately I don't need a costume at present, there are no parties in the immediate horizon."
He laughed, "Ma Cherie, that is no problem. Please come in I have some new costumes I would love to get your opinion on. I also have a bottle of bubbly chilling in the fridge, that is too much for me on my own."
She giggled back, "If you are sure, I don't want to abuse your friendship."
He unlocked the door and ushered her in ahead of him. Locking the door behind him, he led her through to the stockroom area and poured them both a glass of champagne. She turned to him,
"It's funny, you have never asked me too much about the parties, but you seem to know what sort of a night I had?"
He snorted into his glass of bubbly, downing it before refilling both their glasses.
"That my dear is because I am there, in costume of course, so you never recognise me. I do a lot of business from those parties."
Sue gasped, "you mean to say you have seen what I get up to!" she said blushing furiously.
"My dear, have no fear, your secret is safe with me, not only have I watched, I have also partaken of that delicious body of yours!"
Now Sue felt herself blushing from head to toe. "I never knew.." she stammered. "I just thought you provided the costumes."
He took her hand, "My dear, I am a very rich man. I did unbelievably well in the stock market boom before the crash, and this," he said waving his arm around the room, "this is my hobby. I bought the shop from an old man shortly before he passed away. I only discovered the magic of the changing rooms afterwards, much to my surprise. Not every customer experiences the magic, the shop seems to be able to tell those who would enjoy and those who would be shocked or scared. For some it is a yearned for reality experience, like cowboys and indians, or life on the high seas. For others it is like yourself a very sexual experience. I only know when they come back out of the changing room from the look on their faces."
He poured them another glass of bubbly and Sue felt her head spin a little, not having had any lunch.
"Now come let me know what you think of my new additions," he said helping her to her feet and guiding her to the rail of new costumes.
There were witches outfits, medieval ladies, courtesans, a latex nurses costume, various comic book and film characters. But the one that caught her eye was the policewomans uniform. It was a slightly older version, maybe from the seventies or eighties, but looked like the genuine article, complete with hat, truncheon, radio and handcuffs.
"I love this one!" she gasped.
"Would you like to try it on?" said the shopkeeper.
"Are you sure?" she said,
"I wont be hiring it." He laughed, "as I said I dont do this for money. Of course you must try it on and tell me everything that happens afterwards!"
He took it off the rail and handed it to her, "Go on, you know you want to."
She took the clothes and stepped into the changing room.
"Oh you might need these," said a voice from outside the door. As she opened the door slightly, now naked, he passed through a suspender belt and stockings.
"You cant go on patrol with bare legs!"
She quickly dressed and putting the hat on stepped through the door. She found herself stood outside a rugby club.
Her radio cackled, "Charlie 4, are you at the club yet?"
"Affirmative!" she responded, "I am outside now."
The radio came back, "There's been reports of a disturbance in the bar, no other units available can you deal with it?"
She replied once more "Affirmative, entering the building now."
She opened the door and headed towards what she assumed was the bar judging by the noise coming from it.
"Oh God!" gasped a man sticking his head out from the bar door. "They sent a bloody woman! Love you better leave and call for back up, there's forty odd drunk rugby players in there about to lay into each other. They'll tear you to pieces love!"
She smiled. "Let me take a look and see what happens." she said stepping through the door.
As she did she heard the barman running for the front door. "Here goes nothing," she said to herself and stepped into the bar area. True to the barmans words there were forty or so very fit burly men stood at either end of the bar, egging each other on in drinking games. It was the two teams from the afternoon game and a few of their supporters. There were a handful of female hangers on around the room, but that was it.
"Woohoo!" cried one of the players, "the stripper's here!"
Someone in the room started playing the stripper music on his phone.
"I am not the stripper!" Sue shouted out, "We have had a report of a disturbance and I am here to investigate."
Suddenly several of the guys at one end of the room dropped their trousers to reveal their wedding tackle.
"You can investigate these whenever you want darling!" shouted one of them.
She looked across and laughed, "I would," she said, "only I didn't bring my detectives magnifying glass with me..."
This brought a roar of laughter around the room. Seeing that this was nothing more than high jinks among the players, and being familiar with the antics of rugby players from her son's time at this particular club a few years ago, she decided there was no real cause for any further action.
"Can I see the captains of both teams in the corridor please," she called out in her most authoritarian voice.
As if by magic two of the men, both still fully clothed, followed her into the corridor.
"Listen guys, I don't know what caused the call to the police. I do know rugby players may be a bit loud and lary, but you aren't normally violent off the pitch. I don't want to take this any further so can you assure me there is going to be no trouble?"
