Sarah and Tom went their separate ways to work and during Sarah's lunch break, she nipped out to the florists shop just down the street to buy some flowers and a couple of vases. We she got back, Fred had a message for her. "Tom says he's going to be a couple of hours late tonight he going out of town for a meeting and he won't be back until about eight," Sarah phoned him and confirmed all this.
"I'll cook for eight then." She said, "Make sure you call me if you're going to be later!" He agreed he would. Come five-thirty when Kwik-Kleen closed, Sarah made her way to the flat. "Hi George!" she called as she walked through the vestibule of the block.
"Hi Sarah! I say, that was some beautiful girl you had with you the other night. Is she likely to be visiting you again?"
"You're a dirty old man, George!" Sarah called out to him as she entered the lift, chuckling to herself. Once in the flat, Sarah got to work, placing flowers and moving the odd thing about to make the place seem more homely, rather than the bachelor pad that it resembled.
Five minutes to eight, the telephone rang, "I'm downstairs, I'll be up in a minute," She heard Tom's voice in her ear. She quickly hit the button on the micro-wave nipped into the bedroom pulled off the housecoat that she had on and slipped her black silky nightdress over her head. It was the strappy one, short, which had a lace hem. The one that she had worn one night as a chemise when Tom took her to a nightclub. She heard his key in the door, she lit the candle on the dining table, dashed into the kitchen poured the hot sauce over the pasta, garnished it with a few herb leaves and carried the plates into the main room. The wine was already breathing in the table. "Hi honey I'm home!" Tom called out in very poor and corny American accent.
"Gee I'm sure glad to see you." She replied in just as stupid an accent.
"Come and give me a ki........... By the.....Sarah, you look gorgeous! Er do I recognise that nightdress?"
"You remembered."
"After what you said to me about that nightdress, I am hardly likely to forget!" (She had told him that the next time she wore it he could rip it off her). They embraced.
"Dinner is getting cold." She reminded him, "Sit down. Would you like some wine?" She bent over standing the other side of the table, so he could see right down the front of the nightdress.
"Sit down yourself or I will forget about dinner altogether."
Dinner was a delightful romantic affair, the soft music she had chosen was just right, the candlelight flicker and reflecting in their eyes as they looked at each other. She had prepared a dessert which was a chocolate mousse. Afterwards they were on the settee watching the moon through the plate glass windows, finishing off the wine. He was sitting at one end of the settee, she was lying along the length of it, her head in his lap, her legs bent so her feet could rest on the other arm, this caused the hem of her nightdress to slide up revealing most of her thighs. He was fiddling with her hair – the perfect end to the day.
The door bell rang. "Bollocks!" exclaimed Tom "Who can that be? How did they get past George?" Reluctantly Sarah got up and started clearing the table as Tom went to answer the door. She heard him say "Oh Hallo, what are you........come in, come in, do you want some wine?"
"Who can it be?" Sarah wondered and walked out into the lounge to see who had arrived. "Mina, what? OH Fuck!" I forgot to bring your stuff round, I'm so sorry!"
Mina said "No I'm sorry I've clearly interrupted a little romantic dinner, I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter, I'll get your stuff," Sarah said.
"How did you get past George?" Tom asked.
"He recognised me. – From the CCTV? And he noted that I was wearing slightly more this time. He said as I was obviously a close friend he'd let me come up. I'm sorry I should have rung."
"The cheeky bastard!" Tom said, "He's no right to speak to guests like that and he should certainly have called us to let us know you were coming up."
"I was about to have my nightie ripped off." Sarah told her.
"No you weren't." Tom contradicted her, "I told you I wanted to rip it of in public and that is what will happen."
"Do you want to walk down to the pub and do it tonight?" She asked him, then quietly "You know I want you to do it, don't you?"
"Yes." He said hoarsely. "Let's do it! Coming Mina?"
"Of course!" she replied, I wouldn't miss it for the world. But she'll need a coat it's quite chilly out there tonight."
"I have just the thing." Sarah announced and disappeared into the bedroom.
Mina and Tom waited for Sarah to emerge from the bedroom. When she did they both laughed out loud. She was wearing one of Tom's jackets, an off-white linen blazer. "Are you really going to let him rip off your nightie in public?" Mina asked Sarah as they went down in the lift.
"Of course!" Sarah replied, "I don't think I could stop him anyway. – Even if I wanted to. I am getting excited at the thought of it."
"Excited?" Mused Mina.
Sarah giggled, "Oh! Well all right then, turned on if you like!" She linked arms with Mina, "you should try it sometime."
"Oh, No thank you very much! I don't want to be made a spectacle of! I don't like the idea of people looking at me very much."
"What about when you dance then?" Sarah challenged her friend, "You're not wearing too much then, and you wear those Shalwar so low on your hips, it looks as though they might fall off at any moment."
Mina chuckled. "They only look that way, I make sure of that. There is no way that they would drop without me meaning to let them drop."
"So you have let them drop on purpose!" Sarah hooted, "When? Where?
"Never you mind!" Mina retorted, then quietly "It was a private dance for a boyfriend."
"Did he fuck you?"
"Sarah!" Mina sounded shocked but she laughed and slapped Sarah's arm.
"Well?"
"Yes he was rampant, I could hardly stop him."
"Did you want him to stop?" Sarah pressed her friend.
"Er.....No..... I didn't actually."
"Where did this act take place? In his room, your room, where? Sarah was desperate to know.
"You don't want to know."
"Oh yes I do!"
Mina went quiet for a moment. "On the stage at a working men's club."
"WHAT!
"There was nobody in. I had the curtains closed anyway, I was rehearsing for a show coming up and he came by and surprised me."
"I'll bet he did!" Sarah exclaimed. "You were so surprised your clothes fell off?"
"At the spur of the moment I thought I would give him a treat." Mina confessed. Sarah said nothing, then Mina continued. "I was not wearing my Kameez, the top half, I only had on a full black bra, and of course my trousers, the Shalwar. I let one of my bra straps slip and the look on his face encouraged me to let it go further. So I did."
"Did you take off your bra then?" Sarah asked as they walked down the street towards the town centre.
"No, that came off while we were having sex. Actually he ripped it off, broke the clasp and everything."
"How did you feel when that happened?"
"I didn't mind."
"Didn't mind? I bet you loved it!" Sarah looked directly at Mina who had a sparkle in her eye. She nodded. "I knew it!" Sarah almost shouted out loud. "Can you not see how exciting it is when something like that happens?"
"I suppose..........."
"You suppose? Don't you know that most women's underwear is designed to be fragile and flimsy enough to get ripped off?" Sarah was on a roll now. "Anything I buy now, I always imagine it getting soaked, messed up or ripped or torn in some way. Especially now I'm with Tom!" She laughed.
"You're not scared of him raping you?" Mina asked somewhat nervously, "or exposing you somewhere unsuitable?
Sarah replied immediately. "Number one, He cannot rape me, I will let him have me anytime he wants. Number two, as long as he makes sure I come to no harm, I have no worries about exposure. Number three, Of course, like any woman who knows what she is doing, I can make him want me anytime that I like!" Sarah took a breath. "And I suggest that you did exactly that when you dropped your kecks for the boyfriend!"
Mina grinned. "I suppose you're right. The only nasty moment came when I tried to get back into our house with no bra on. My father engaged me in conversation in the hallway. I was petrified that he would notice."
"How do you know that he didn't?"
"He would have gone mad." Mina told her.
"I don't suppose by any chance he might have done anything like that when he was young?" Sarah asked somewhat sarcastically.
"No he had not met my mum until the wedding day."
"That seems really weird to me." Sarah commented.
"Lots of people of their age had arranged marriages." Mina told her. "I think secretly he would like me to do the same, but it ain't gonna happen!"
"That was all very interesting Mina," Tom said, who had apparently been listening all along. "Now Sarah, please give me my jacket. I want you to make an impression as we enter the pub."
Sarah happily complied. "Do you want the shoulder straps down the arms and me having to hold the slip up?" she asked.
"No, just wear it as it is, there will be plenty of time for exposure later on." He told her.
Sarah looked at Mina, "you look overdressed, carry your coat over your arm and give me some support." Mina shrugged and took off her bomber jacket, revealing a smart white blouse and slim grey skirt. They walked into the pub to find the place packed. It was almost standing room only.
