Catie was exhausted, it was the end of a long day looking after very energetic children. Finally, the time came for parents to begin picking up their kids. Catie loved her job as a childminder, but it really took its toll. She had face paint all over her hands, grass stains on her shorts and a smudge of mud on the side of her face which she didn't realise had been there for the last 5 hours.
One by one parents came to pick up their children, until only two brothers were left.
"I guess they're just running a bit late guys, don't worry. Let's tidy up while we wait".
Grumpily they agreed and started tidying up some blocks. Catie bent over to grab the last few from under a bench when she heard voices behind her.
"Hello. So sorry we're late, Catie." said the parents.
Catie spun around and instinctively pulled down her shorts a little lower, wondering how much of her ass they had just seen when she was bending over.
"Hi! Don't worry at all. We had a great time today! Bye boys, see you on Monday."
"Actually no", said Petra "We're dropping them off at Grandma's tonight, aren't we boys?"
"So they won't be back until the week after" added Stephen. He had a slight accent, but Catie had never quite put her finger on it.
Catie watched as the family walked away and let out a sigh. She had always thought Petra and Stephen were the most beautiful parents she had ever met. They were tall, expensively dressed and both in great shape. Catie thought the salt and pepper grey hair of the dad was extremely sexy, and that Petra must have been an absolute knockout in her day. Hell, she was still a total knockout.
Once Catie had got home, she quickly showered and put on her makeup. She was off for another Tinder date. So far she had only had bad luck, mostly men/women that had either no idea how to hold a conversation, or were rubbish in bed, but she felt good about this one. He was a trainee doctor now but used to surf competitively so his body was outstanding. Not that they had ever met before.
Catie put on her flirtiest underwear, a black lace crotchless bodysuit under a turtleneck jumper dress. She put on her boots and made sure the stockings were only visible when she wanted them to be.
Catie loved going from her daytime innocent childminder role, to her night-time sultry promiscuous one. There was no more mud on her face, no face paint on her hands and her red hair was now silky and hanging just below her small breasts. Her eye makeup was smoky, which complimented her dark brown eyes. She sprayed some perfume and went to meet her date in town.
She was almost at their meeting point, the cocktail bar near the station. It was a hot night, with a warm breeze. The town's streetlamps were yellow, and when the light bounced off the buildings it looked hazy and old. This town was gorgeous. Her boots made a light clacking as she stepped.
Then she got a text.
"I'm so sorry, I've been called into work. Can we do tomorrow instead?"
Catie stopped in her tracks staring at her phone. Fuck's sake. She didn't reply. She never bothered with time wasters. She took out a cigarette and lit it as she turned around and walked back the way she came. She started texting her friends to see if they were around, she didn't want it to be a completely wasted evening. Not with what she had on under her dress.
Only one friend got back to her straight away, she was away with family. Great.
Catie was almost home when she walked past a bar that she had never been in. It looked far too expensive for her measly salary. Fuck it, she thought, I've earnt a treat. Putting her cigarette in their ashtray she threw caution to the wind and went inside.
She looked around. There was low lighting over a few intimate tables. The bar was adorned with plants and a liquor shelf full of brands she hadn't heard of. All the people in there seemed to be very attractive and quite casually dressed. She looked down at her attire and inwardly cringed. Maybe this was a bad idea. Then the barman smiled at her and gestured for her to take a seat at the bar. Might as well.
"Hi, can I have a whiskey please?" she said as she sat down, folding her legs carefully so as to not flash her stockings, or her crotchless underwear.
"Certainly, what's your brand?"
"Uhhh". Catie stared at the bottles, trying to quickly choose a name so it looked like she knew what she was talking about.
"A Balvenie is always nice" said a familiar voice behind her.
She turned around. It was Stephen, the salt and pepper dad from this afternoon.
"Oh, hi Stephen!" She said. Unfortunately, it came out in her work voice, which was a bit too cheery and loud for the situation they were in. And for what she currently looked like.
Stephen stared at her blankly, with a furrowed brow. He was trying to place her.
Fuck, Catie thought, I really have made no impression on this guy at all. He can't even remember who I am.
".... from the holiday club your boys attend?" she prompted.
"Oh my god, yes of course! Wow. I didn't even...you just look...wow."
Ok, I'll take two wows, Catie thought happily.
"How are you?" She asked, adjusting her voice so it sounded calm and more mature, enjoying seeing his eyes dart from her face to her thighs and back.
