When the doorbell rang I thought it was Kev back early from work. We'd only just moved on to the Reader Estate and I figured that maybe he'd forgotten his keys.
I was unpacking boxes but I'd dressed up a bit for him. You know, short skirt, tight top, high heels, a bit of lipstick in all the right places - he hadn't been showing much interest recently.
So I just called out, "Come on in!" Then I bent over a box as provocatively as I could.
Well, you should have seen the colour I went when in walked one of the new neighbours. German she was. Or at least she had some sort of accent. She had a bossy attitude too but she was friendly enough. I think she saw the funny side.
Magda, that's her name. She soon got me chatting, found out that Kev was a salesman and away a lot; found out that I used to do a bit of waitressing and bar work. That was when she offered me the job.
"We call it the Reader's Wives Club." She said. "But it's only a joke really, because we all, well most of us, live on the Reader Estate and we're all wives and girlfriends of chaps who are off at work all day. It's not even a club really, just a few people getting together; people with something in common."
"Anyway, four of us are meeting for some drinks on Friday afternoon and it would be a treat if you would be our waitress; serve drinks and nibbles, that sort of thing." She looked me up and down. "I'd supply the outfit and I'd pay cash. So you can buy a few extras for the house. It would give you a chance to meet a few of your other neighbours too."
Well, I had to say yes really, didn't I? Besides Magda has a way of not taking no for an answer. I was going to tell Kev all about it but when he got home, late, he was tired, again, and couldn't take anything in. He didn't even look at my outfit.
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I got to Magda's early. Well, I wanted to show willing. Her place is much bigger than mine and Kev's, up the posher end of the estate. Magda was really dressed up. Seamed stockings, a leather skirt cut to mid thigh, and a matching bustier top. Nothing cheap though. It was all designer stuff. She looked good. More like she'd dressed for a lover than for a few drinks with friends.
She showed me where everything was, the drinks and the food. She was very particular about the order in which things were to be served and what they were to be served on. She even told me who was a smoker and gave me a little silver lighter so I could light their cigarettes. She made me practise on her at least twice.
"Smoking is not a good habit to have." She said, "But if you must smoke then smoke like you are in a movie." That's what she did too. She even had a cigarette holder. Very Marlene Dietrich.
While all this was going on she made sure that I got a couple of glasses of Champagne down me. She had some too but she made me drink more. She told me that it might be the only chance I'd get because I'd be tied up, working all afternoon.
She showed me round her house, well most of it, finishing in what Magda referred to as a 'Guest bedroom'. There was an outfit on the bed and it slowly dawned on me that this was where I was expected to get changed. She left me to it.
Well, I say left me to it, but actually she was in and out, in and out; checking that every thing fitted, that my make-up was OK. Like I say, she's friendly but firm is Magda. She likes things done her way. She caught me naked twice.
She didn't seem embarrassed though and I wasn't going to let her know that I was. I put it down to her being German. I mean they have all those nudist camps and that don't they?
If I thought her outfit was a bit over the top then mine came as quite a surprise. She'd only gone and got me this sexy maid's outfit hadn't she! It had, like, a Chippendale collar - you know, a starched shirt collar with a bow tie round it, but no shirt attached.
The dress was black - a skin tight mini-dress. Except it was more like an extra long boob tube. It fitted like a dream. I checked the label and it was by some French designer, so maybe I shouldn't have been surprised. It's a good job I work out otherwise I'd have looked a sight.
As it was I looked great. Even though I'd worn more decent costumes in some of the clubs I'd worked in I had to admit that this made me look sexy. Magda certainly has the eye for what looks good on someone.
There was a little apron to go with it which was OK, but the shoes she'd got me were really high. I mean I've walked in some heels in my time but these were higher than anything I'd ever worn.
Mind you they did great things for my legs. I figured that it was her party; she was paying, so I'd dress any way she wanted. I did begin to wonder just who it was that was coming for 'afternoon drinks'.
I didn't have to wait too long to find out. Soon after I was ready Magda told me to 'position myself by the front door'. There was a big mirror just behind it and I could see how I looked. The heels made walking quite difficult and when I did my boobs bounced up and down - even though they were pretty firm.
Well, Magda wouldn't let me wear a bra under a dress like that would she? Said it would spoil the line. I only got to keep my knickers on because they were so high cut and flimsy that they didn't show through the material. Every now and then I had to pull the top of the dress up so that my boobs didn't fall out. Though I couldn't pull it too hard in case I ended up showing everyone my bottom.
I was beginning to feel quite nervous about this. And sexy. Though I didn't tell Magda about that. I just told her about the nerves. She gave me another glass of bubbly to steady them. I'm pretty sure that my nipples were beginning to give me away though.
Then the guests started to arrive. First was Sonia, a blonde and, although English, clearly cut from the same bossy mould as Magda. She was older but she'd dressed up too, which wasn't so surprising anymore. Clearly the Reader's Wives Club liked to strut their stuff.
She let me take her coat and paused to look at me before continuing her conversation with Magda. It wasn't the sort of look I was used to getting from a Woman. Her eyes were hungry, predatory. I couldn't put a name to it. She nodded at me, but she didn't address me directly at all.
The other two arrived together, laughed at their own lateness, and laughed at the other two's stern faces. They looked like identical twins though I later found out that they weren't. They had grown up on the Estate, become friends and always did their best to dress identically, even when they were at school. They had married on the same day, at the same service. To cap it all they were both called Helen.
Magda had obviously told them a bit about me. They asked how I was finding the Estate, where exactly my house was, that sort of thing. They said they would show me where the local gym was. They were much more fun than the other two.
