A few days after her wonderful afternoon with Andrea, Kym was still confused. Despite her best efforts, Douglas had stayed in his workaholic rut. He had barely noticed the tight minidress, the spike heels she'd put on or the fire in her eyes. He told her he liked her hair, they ate dinner and he started looking at client's records again. Kym was fuming β she almost caved to temptation and began to call Andrea, but stopped herself. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the business card and read it over. It merited consideration, Kym knew that now. The way things were now were no good and Kym was damned if she was going to accept the Status Quo.
It was a balmy Saturday morning and Kym was just lounging around, Douglas had gone out with some friends for a few beers and to watch the ball game. Fucking
Christ
, even on his day off, the fucker couldn't keep her company. This wasn't a marriage, she was living with a roommate.
As no one was around and there was no point in getting overdressed, Kym just wore a bikini top, her new booty shorts and nothing else. No underwear, no shoes. She was going to have a Tom Collins, relax and read the paper. Once she'd read the paper, she was going to go for a swim to try and cool down. It was a warm day, but she was more angry than warm.
Kym made her way to the front door to collect the newspaper. When she opened it, there was their Paper Girl, pretty Japanese Hiromi. The 20 year-old pretty girl had been delivering the paper to them for nearly 10 years, since she and her parents first moved into the area. She had grown to be a true beauty, considerably taller than most Asians. Hiromi possessed a lovely, curvy frame, dark eyes and the cutest smile. Clad in a tiny tank top and satin booty shorts, she was a sexy little vixen. Oddly enough, she had on high-heeled, silver sandals. They weren't what one would call "Sensible Shoes" but they were very sexy. Happy to see a friendly face, Karen gave Hiromi a big smile.
"Well, hello there Hiromi, it's very nice to see you. What can I do for you today?"
The girl shifted from one foot to the other. "Hi Mrs. Herrold. Umm β I'm collecting for the paper, you're over two months behind."
That surprised Kym a great deal, given her husband's usually-meticulous, anal-retentive method for paying bills. Kym was surprised to hear it, but she didn't think Hiromi was making it up. She invited the girl in and offered her a Pepsi while she looked for the checkbook. Kym had no idea where the hell it was, likely her idiot of a husband had taken it with him β trying to stay calm, she turned to Hiromi and grinned sheepishly.
"Hiromi dear, I'm very sorry. I can't find the checks and Douglas isn't here right now. I don't have enough cash on hand to pay you, can you come back on Monday?"
"Oh, no, I can't, sorry Mrs. H. A bunch of us are going on a vacation to Vegas on Monday, so I was hoping to settle up with you before I went."
Kym smiled. "Vegas, hmm? Well, you're not of legal age to drink there and you don't seem the type to go for that anyway. I doubt you're going to gamble, so what
do
you plan to do while you're there?"
Hiromi took a swig of Pepsi and said "We plan to see a lot of shows, a few of the big ones and a lot of the Revues. I really like all the glitz and glamor. Oh, and I really
love
those tall showgirls β they're
soooo
sexy!" the girl sighed.
Kym detected an odd change of tone in Hiromi's voice She continued on. "You know Hiromi, I once considered becoming a Showgirl myself Sadly, I'm not much of a dancer." Kym chuckled.
Hiromi looked over at Kym's long-legged body and smiled. "I can believe it. You're certainly tall and leggy enough, plus you've got the looks for it. You're absolutely gorgeous, Mrs. Herrold."
"Oh dear, you can call me Kym." She was certain her instincts regarding Hiromi were on the money, taking the pretty Japanese girl's hand she practically purred " Why, thank you Hiromi dear, coming from an exquisite beauty like yourself, that's very flattering."
Kym was sure she felt a slight squeeze of her hand as Hiromi responded "Oh, it's well deserved. You've got to know how hot you are Kym, hell, my boyfriend checks you out all the time when we walk by here. I think he has a thing for you β not that I can blame him."