Abi was tired, bored, and frustrated. It had been a long and fruitless day of staring at code she had written herself six months earlier, and trying, and failing, to make sense of it. But at least she had the evening to look forward to: in just under an hour, Nathan was coming round with tickets to some play at the National that a friend of his was involved in. He had told her what it was about but she couldn't really remember, and to be honest, she didn't really care. After the long months of isolation during the pandemic, going out for a nice date with a guy she fancied and seeing a show was excitement enough.
Her cursor blinked at her from the line of code where it had sat for the past half hour. That was it - work time was over. She slammed her laptop shut, slipped out of the sweatpants and T-shirt she'd spent the day in, and jumped in the shower. Emerging clean and refreshed, she spent a bit of time picking out an outfit for the evening. It was the theatre, and some of his friends might be there - she wanted to look cool, attractive, sophisticated. She picked out some heavy, comfortable boots with a slight heel; black jeans; and a pale green short-sleeved shirt. She liked the way she looked in this - cool, confident - like a woman who was on top of things. She was just trying to decide on a jacket when the doorbell rang.
Abi frowned. She wasn't expecting him so soon. But there on the intercom camera was Nathan, in his usual outfit - jeans, denim jacket, warm red scarf. A large white shopping bag dangled from his left hand. She buzzed him up.
When she opened the door, he smiled to see her, and that made her smile too. She came towards him and he pulled her in close as he kissed her.
"It's great to see you," he said as he pulled back from the kiss. His right hand had slipped under her shirt as he held her, and now his finger ran softly up and down the side of her body, making her shudder. He smiled.
"It's great to see you too!" she said, trying not to let the quiver she felt all through her body into her voice. She gestured at the bag he held in his other hand. "What's this?"
"It's a gift for you. I picked it up on the way over here."
Abi squealed with glee and tried to peek into the bag, but Nathan pulled it away from her.
"Don't peek. Just go put it on. I'll wait." And he handed her the bag.
Put it on?
"So it's clothes?" Abi asked. She was a little annoyed by his assumption that she would change her whole outfit simply because he told her to. Despite what he'd said, she sneaked a look into the bag. She glimpsed a fold of black fabric, and something glinting.
"That's right, it's clothes," said Nathan. His right hand was still running up and down her side... but now his fingers drifted down, running over her ass in the tight jeans. Involuntarily, her lips parted, as his fingers pulled back. She tensed with anticipation...
But he just stepped away. The spank never came. Abi deflated slightly. He pulled his phone out and said over his shoulder, "come on, get changed. The taxi's waiting."
She started to say something in reply, but he had already turned his back to her. Fine. Whatever. It *was* nice of him to get her something...
She was just stepping back into the bedroom when she heard him say:
"And Abi - just what's in the bag. Nothing else."
She turned and looked at him. But he was over by the window, looking out at the view across the river. Did he mean..? A question formed on her lips, but she didn't ask it. Instead, she just stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.
--
When she tipped the bag's contents out onto the bed, she gasped. Inside was a miniscule black dress, a pair of bright red leather high-heeled sandals, and a glittering silver choker. She picked it up and examined it. It was 2cm wide and covered in cheap rhinestones that caught the light as she ran it over her fingers. This was the sort of jewellery that needed to be beautifully crafted by expensive jewellers if it wasn't to look cheap and tasteless. Nathan certainly hadn't spent that kind of money. Part of her was offended. Did he think this sort of thing was her style? If you looked at it like that, it was almost an insult...
The thing glittered in her fingers. She had to admit, it really caught the light. Since it had tumbled out of the bag, she had barely taken her eyes off it.
Her fingers were trembling slightly.
She reached up and fastened the thing behind her neck, and then turned to look at herself in the full length mirror.
Then she undid a few more buttons of her shirt.
Then she pulled her shirt down, showing off more of her neck, her breasts, her shoulders. The choker made a line of glittering silver against her skin.
An image flashed into her mind of Nathan stood behind her, his hands on her waist, his cock hard against her ass through his suit trousers as he kissed down her neck. She flushed.
She undid the last buttons of her shirt and took it off. Then she undid her jeans and took those off as well. She took a moment to examine herself, in her panties and sports bra, and the bright, silvery choker.
Her gaze drifted back to the dress and shoes on the bed behind her.
Nothing else, he'd said.
She pulled off the sports bra and the comfortable panties and took a moment to admire herself: the smooth curves of her naked body, her graceful neck offset by the tacky, glittering choker. Then she picked up the dress and slipped it over her head, and buckled on the absurd shoes.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing in the mirror. What had happened to the sophisticated woman who had been getting dressed for the theatre just minutes earlier? Who was this slut?
A little scrap of loose black fabric dangled around her upper arms, giving her shoulders a striking silhouette. But that was the only part of this dress that could be described as loose. It clung to her body as tightly as Nathan had, that first time they'd rekindled things, in the back of her parents' hatchback... The neckline was wide, showing off most of her neck and shoulders, and then plunged into a low V-line framing her firm, soft, round tits. The dress barely covered them - it would be a miracle if she managed to get through the evening without one popping out. The black fabric hugged her ass tightly, then stopped halfway down her thighs, showing off her beautiful smooth legs, long and gorgeous in the tall heels - more like sandals really - that looked as if someone had just tied a red leather cord around her naked feet.
A flush of blood ran through her body, as she stared in amazement at this vision in the mirror.
This slut.
A little outraged voice piped up in the back of her mind, indignant: "What does he think I am?"
And another, firmer voice replied: "He knows exactly what you are."
When she stepped out of the bedroom, dressed as he'd asked, his eyes ran over her approvingly. He smiled at her. And she smiled back, stepped forward, and kissed him.
--
But when they arrived at the theatre, she began to regret her decision. First, there had been the way the taxi driver stared at her, his eyes flicking up into the rear view mirror to take in her slutty ensemble so often she'd been afraid they might crash. Now they were here at the theatre, and it was clear that she was dressed completely inappropriately. Half the crowd was in the suits, shirts and skirts of people who'd come straight from work - the rest were wearing the generic hipster uniform of jeans, t-shirt and jacket for the men, and for the women either the same or perhaps a long dress, dungarees, or a one-piece. Absolutely no one was strutting around in bright red heels and a dress that left nothing to the imagination except a few inches of shoulder.
Abi felt herself blushing as she felt the eyes of everyone in the lobby follow her. So many people...
"Nathan!" A loud voice called out and a tall, burly man with curly red hair and stubble barrelled over and pulled Nathan into a big hug. He slapped Nathan's back warmly, clearly pleased to see him. Then his eyes widened as he saw Abi, and she felt his gaze pass over her legs, her cleavage, the sparkling choker.
Nathan pulled away and made introductions.
"Arthur, this is Abi. Abi, this is Arthur. Arthur's a director, we did a short together a while back. His girlfriend Anna's in the play tonight."
"Nice to meet you," said Abi, smiling, and held out a hand. Arthur pulled his eyes away from her tits and managed to smile at her as he took her hand.
"And you," he said. His eyes had already started wandering again - down to her neck, her cleavage, her hips, her legs - it was like he couldn't make his mind up where to look. He certainly wasn't being subtle about it.
Nathan put an arm round her shoulder and pulled her close to him.
"We'd better go grab our seats, Arthur. See you later." And he turned and steered them both towards the auditorium, where the doors had opened and ushers had started tearing tickets. Abi had felt eyes on her from the minute they had walked into the building, and now she was sure she could feel Arthur's among them.
"Did you see how he was looking at you?" Nathan murmured to her. "Not exactly subtle, was it?"
"This outfit isn't exactly subtle..."
"I know." Nathan smiled and leaned in closer, and whispered. "He's still watching you now. Don't look. He's watching your ass, and thinking about how much he'd like to push you up against a wall, pull your dress up, and thrust his cock into you. Into your soaking wet pussy. He'll be thinking about that all evening. Does that make you wet?" Abi nodded, breathless. Her pussy was soaking.
"But he can't do that," Nathan whispered, as they arrived at the usher. As he handed the tickets over, his other hand drifted down her back and without even an attempt at subtlety, squeezed her ass through the tight dress. "Only I can."
Abi bit her lip and clenched her thighs together as a dribble of moisture ran down from her soaking pussy. The usher looked at her quizzically, tore their tickets, and she followed Nathan into the theatre.
