Julie wasted no time in ending the affair with Dan. First thing Monday morning she cornered him in the break room at work where she unleashed a hushed tirade, cursing him and his two friends. In response Dan simply shrugged casually before strolling out of the room without a word. She had spent the entire morning working herself into a frenzy, shoring up her anger, and going into the confrontation she had been confident. But his reaction shredded her confidence. Shocked by his unfazed reaction she felt her knees wobble, felt the wind being knocked out of her angry sails. In that moment she was struck by just how little their relationship had meant to him, how little she had meant to him. While she had never thought theirs was anything more than the fling it was, she had believed they respected each other. Now she was slammed by the knowledge that this was not so and it stung deeply. With it she knew for sure that Cindy's presence the other night had not been an accident, that her requests had simply been ignored. Feeling lightheaded she grabbed the table edge to steady herself, the full effect of her actions and the damage she had done overwhelming her.
Not only did the realization of just how little she had meant to Dan crush her confidence at that moment, it also weakened her elsewhere. She had hoped that by unleashing on Dan she would find the strength to confront Frank about him and Cindy, but her lover's uncaring dismissal of her destroyed that hope. So she went home and walked around on egg shells during the next few days, anxiously waiting for Frank to say or do something, to claim his next concession. But he made no such moves. He acted like nothing had happened, keeping their conversations to normal everyday topics, and his hands to himself. It was driving her crazy until she got home one night to find him waiting for her.
"We're going out," he told her. "I laid out some clothes for you to wear."
Waves of apprehension and excitement cascaded through her. Although it had only been a few days her constant state of heightened emotions had her ready for a release, and this meant one was at hand.
Walking down the hall she wondered what kind of clothing she would find awaiting her. She was not surprised by what she found. On their bed lay an outfit so skimpy that she had only worn it once, even though Frank had tried several times since to get her to wear it. While Julie was proud of her body and did enjoy dressing up to show it off, this particular outfit did so a touch too much. The powder blue skirt barely covered the bottoms of her ass cheeks and the matching blouse was so snug it clung to her breasts and forced her to leave the top couple of buttons undone. Accompanying the garments was a pair of high heels but no undergarments.
"Lift the skirt," Frank instructed as she stepped back into the living room.
His grin told her he was glad to see she was braless, the blouse clearly showing this fact, and when she did as told his face lit up with even more pleasure. Stepping over to her he reached out and slipped his hand between her legs, cupping her uncovered sex. Bolts of electricity shot along her nerves. She felt a twitch deep inside of her as the beginnings of her arousal were awakened. Reflexively she leaned back, resting her shoulder against the edge of the archway and jutting her hips slightly forward, holding herself out to him.
"I knew you were smart, that you'd understand," he grinned, his hand massaging her just a little.
Standing there, holding her skirt up for him, Julie felt her face redden as more jolts shot along her nerves. "Just doing what I'm told," she whispered.
Her answer and weak tone made him grin even wider. He continued to cup her for a minute before pulling his hand away and announcing they should leave. The loss of contact saddened her a little.
On the way to the restaurant she felt his eyes glancing over at her, felt them caressing her bare legs and defined curves. His hungry leers caused her entire body to tingle with nervous anticipation, fanning the arousal smoldering within her. She did not understand this, why she was reacting so, but she could not think about it for long since they soon arrived at their destination. Her emotions during the ride were quickly over-shadowed by the ones she experienced as they were led to their table while dozens of eyes crawled over her. She had no delusions about the cheap appearance of her outfit, but as the restaurant's male patrons now devoured her she felt an undercurrent of shame flow up to mix with her other emotions. From deep, deep inside her waves of nervousness poured forth, causing her flesh to blush. In that moment she was glad that Frank had chosen a place well inside the city where they were unlikely to see any of their friends. At the table she moved to sit with her back to the room but Frank stopped her with a wave of his hand, indicating the chair which put her facing the room instead. Obediently she took the designated seat, instinctively closing her legs and leaning them to one side.
"Open your legs," Frank whispered after the waiter left to get their drinks. "Leave them open just a little. Just enough that anyone interested can look and see you're not wearing panties."
Until that moment Julie had been relatively comfortable with everything, but this last instruction concerned her. Frank was sitting to her side and the tablecloths were not long. This meant that if she did as he said there would be a lot of people with unobstructed views of her pussy. Her concern made her hesitate, her eyes darting around the room, trying to see how many people would have a clear sight of her.
"Open your legs," he ordered quietly.
His tone caused her to jump even as she shifted to obey him. The waiter brought their drinks then left again with their food orders. That was when Frank explained a little bit about the evening. Leaning toward her he pressed his lips to her ear, his warm breath caressing her nerve endings. He also laid his hand on her thigh, just above the knee. Its warm touch was both comforting and arousing.
"Tonight is exhibition night," he informed her. "You are, and will be, on display all night long. And while that's not all, it is all you get to know right now."
Julie had no idea what he meant but she heard the implications in his voice and a shiver of concern ran down her spine. Strangely this only seemed to add fuel to the heat within her loins which in turn sent a surge of warmth through her, smothering the concern and causing her to relax slightly. Her eyelids grew heavy, she leaned her body toward his whispering voice, and her legs tried to sway shut again. As the one touched the outside of his fingers he jerked the other away a couple inches.
"Open them, slut," he hissed.
Suddenly Julie was no longer relaxed. She felt as though every pair of eyes were staring up her skirt. Her cheeks reddened. She dropped her gaze so that she would not have to face anyone. She was surprised that this additional surge of shame did not quench her embers, but instead made them start to glow hotter, building towards a flame.
"You know they're looking at you, all these men," Frank whispered in her ear. His hand slid up her thigh a little, edging toward the skirt's hem and her sex beyond. "They're trying not to let their wives catch them as they sneak peeks at you but they're staring at your cleavage and looking up your skirt. They see your pussy. They see you're a naughty little slut that's not wearing any panties."
Listening to him she felt her shame grow, and with it, her desire. Tiny electrical sparks radiated out from her loins to the furthest points of her body. Pressing at the blouse's material her nipples were swollen nubs, a reaction to both the night and the restaurant's air conditioning. She was surprised by the level of her arousal. She had spent many evenings flaunting her body, reveling in the attention, but nothing like this. She found it strangely exciting.
"You're teasing them. Their eyes are crawling over your body and they're thinking how much they would like to fuck you. How they'd like to drive their hard cocks deep into your body."
His warm breath tickled inside her ear. His hand was hot on her thigh. She was growing more and more aroused as she listened to his words and felt the truth of them burning into her mind, even as they reminded her of how exposed she was. She felt her passion fanning her desires. Between her legs, up under her skirt where she knew several sets of eyes were peering, she felt herself grow damp.
Just then their food arrived. Julie tried to concentrate on the meal, but found it difficult. It did not help that Frank was able to eat with only one hand, allowing him to leave his other resting on her thigh.
Partway through the meal Julie found the courage to glance up and around the room. In that brief moment she caught at least two men leering at her. A wave of pride surged through her along with the sense of shame she had expected. During the rest of their time there she glanced up several more times. Each time she caught more men ogling her, and each time she felt a little pride mixing with her shame. By the end of the meal she was a bundle of emotions and desire and she swished her ass slightly as they left the restaurant.
"Can I ask where to now?" She asked as Frank slid in behind the wheel.
"To a movie," he answered.
During what proved to be a fairly short ride, she once more wondered what he had planned. After the arousing experience of the restaurant she found that she was anxious to learn what it was. But then he pulled into the theatre's parking lot and that emotion was quickly erased by fear. She now understood why he had picked the restaurant, and it had nothing to do with their friends. He had chosen it because it was near the seedier part of town. And this cinema, where they showed pornographic movies. Even considering their unique situation, this development shocked her. She could not believe he had brought her here. Or that he expected her to accompany him inside to watch a movie. It was not the porn that bothered her. They watched those movies occasionally. But that was in the privacy of their own home, behind closed doors and drawn curtains. This was different. This was watching one in public, among strangers. She knew how those movies could effect Frank. How they could effect her.
