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Angela stepped out of the taxi and straightened her dress.
She only had two cocktail dresses and had chosen the one that she thought Richard would be most interested in. It was a skintight mint green shoulder-less dress that left not much for the imagination. She had got it for a hens night of her best friends that was a bit of a raunchy night out but even then she had felt a bit under-dressed as it finished just inches below her panties. Panties that she was forbidden on this night.
It was a little tighter than it used to be as she had put on a few extra kilos of late and didn't have much of a need for such items. The extra tightness seemed to push her 34c's up and make them sit a little prouder. It also seemed to cause her hem to raise a little higher too.
She had matching green heels and a clutch purse with her phone, wallet and lipstick inside. The final item she was wearing was her wedding ring. It was a fairly imposing ring with well over 3 carats of diamond in just one stone. It was fake but impressive nonetheless. Mike had a good job with a pretty high income but neither of them felt the need to spend ridiculously on things that didn't need to be.
There was a cold but gentle breeze in the air reminding her with each step that her most private place was exposed, wet and unprotected.
The Spencer on Byron towered above her as she paused before entering and giving herself over to 'him' again. It was one of Aucklands premiere hotels so he obviously was quite happy to spend good money on her.
One deep breath, "OK girl. you up for this?" she muttered to herself. Seeing the clock above reception was nearly at nine thirty she stepped forward. The automatic doors parted and she stepped inside.
To her right past the foyer was the reception area where a couple of cheerful staff smiled her way and continued checking in a large group of people who had arrived en mass. To her left was a curved staircase leading up to the bar and restaurant area.
Her heels clicked across the hard floor as she approached and ascended the stairs. A night porters gaze followed her until she reached the first floor and the bar.
Being a high class establishment it wasn't full of loud revelers or youths but rather it was mostly middle age or older couples and business people. There were about 70 or so people there and Angela scanned their faces to see her ebony lover.
Her eyes found him sitting at a table over next to the window with a glass of what looked like whiskey. He nodded, smirked and waved her over.
Angela suddenly felt that the whole world was watching as she approached and sat down. She wasn't dressed appropriately for the room and she was sure that everyone there knew precisely why she had come.
She forced a chirpy "Hi Richard. A bit cold out."
"Hi Slut." came the reply. "You look perfect. A little over dressed but we will soon fix that. Did you manage to talk to Mike? Does he suspect anything?"
