The Silver Anklet Ch. 08
On the long car journey north I had time to reflect on my eventful stay at the hotel and, indeed, on all that had happened to me over the course of the summer break from school. Packed into these few short weeks, I had been a willing participant in one sexual encounter after another and I had experienced a wide spectrum of emotions: shame, lust, embarrassment, submissiveness, self-disgust but, above all, overwhelming pleasure. The catalyst for all this had been meeting again an old family friend who I had, since a child, called Uncle Ron, coupled with my husband's prolonged absence from home on business. Now I was on my way to yet another of these encounters which I was looking forward to immensely although not without some nervousness.
At roughly halfway distance I stopped at a motorway services for a pee and a quick coffee. As I sipped the welcoming hot liquid I checked my phone for any more messages and noticed there were two. The first was, predictably, from Uncle Ron which simply said: 'Dirty little cow,' presumably in response to the graphic video I had sent him the day before. The second, more recent one, was from Tracey asking if I was on my way. I texted back to say that I should arrive in about 3 hours' time, at around 2pm. I received a reply almost immediately. '
Great! I'm so pleased that you haven't changed your mind. I'll make sure everything is ready. See you later. T.'
My estimated arrival time proved quite accurate and, with the valuable assistance of my car satnav, I arrived at Tracey's address a few minutes before two. It was a small block of flats of three storeys in the centre of the city on what looked like a social housing estate. I parked in a bay outside and walked the short distance from the car to the flats passing a group of three male youths who were standing around a motorcycle in the small car park. I was wearing a pair of skin tight pink leggings, a sleeveless white top and flat shoes and had tied my hair into a ponytail. As I passed, the group suddenly stopped their conversation and I instantly regretted my choice of attire for the journey as they stood and stared at me as I passed.
'Fuck! Look at the perky little arse on that. Fancy coming for a ride love?' I heard one of them say, and his friends laughed at his comments.
I ignored them and hurried to the front entrance of the flats. Luckily, as I got there and was about to press the intercom, the door opened and I saw Tracey, dressed in a tracksuit and with her short dark hair hidden by a baseball cap, facing me with a worried look on her face. She heard further suggestive comments from the youths and let forth a string of expletives in their direction and ushered me inside just as I caught one final riposte from the youths.
'Sorry darlin' we didn't realise you're a rug muncher. Come back if you fancy some cock.'
Once we were safely inside the block, Tracey pulled me to her and gave me a hug.
'I'm sorry about that Lucy. I'm afraid that's what we have to put up with round here. I should have warned you not to wear anything revealing. At least not until you're inside!' she said, laughing. 'It's not the best of neighbourhoods as you probably saw. Me and my boyfriend, Darren, are saving up to buy a house so we can move out of here but it's not easy. Don't worry, he's not here. I wouldn't trust him around you and I can see why,' she said, looking pointedly at my legs and laughing. 'We're staying at Darren's mum's over the weekend so you've got the place to yourselves.' With that, she turned and beckoned me to follow her.
'Come on, let's get you upstairs. We've got plenty to do before birthday girl gets here. Oooh! I'm so glad you came!'
Tracey's flat was on the top floor. Despite the drab nature of the block, her flat was surprisingly clean and bright, with white leather sofas and tasteful pale paintwork. I was made to remove my shoes before I entered and my feet sank into lush pale grey carpeting as I stepped inside.
She led me into her small but well-equipped kitchen and I noticed a bottle of white wine standing in a cooler on the worktop together with an empty glass.
'I thought you might like some wine to help you relax while I get you ready,' said Tracey, filling the glass almost to the brim without waiting for a reply. 'There's plenty more in the fridge by the way. And food. Just help yourselves to whatever you want.' she added.
'Thank you, but aren't you having some wine?' I asked.
'No, I'll just stick to water as I'm driving later.'
We took our drinks into the lounge and sat down together on one of the comfortable-looking sofas. I was intrigued and not a little anxious about Tracey's plans for me but she didn't give me a chance to ask any questions before she launched into a summary of her life history up to that point. I learned that she was twenty years old and had been brought up in care, having been abandoned by her drug addict mother as a baby. She had met her boyfriend in the care home so they had known each other since they were tiny. She went on to explain that Christine had befriended her after she got the job two years previously at the hotel where she was working and seemingly had subsequently taken her under her wing and acted like a surrogate mother. Christine had helped her find her rental flat and loaned her the money to pay for its furnishings. She had also encouraged her to start a college course where she was learning hairdressing and beauty therapy on a part-time basis combined with working at the hotel. Her story was a sad one, but she talked without any apparent bitterness and certainly seemed happy with her current life and I admired her determination to make a better life for herself.
After topping up my wine glass, she went on to tell me a bit about Christine's background and, as she talked, I could tell there was a deep bond between them. She told me that Christine had gone through a painful divorce a few years before she met her and she had struggled for a while to bring up two teenage children and earn a living. After they had both left home and gone to university, both of them studying in Europe to be near their father, she had finally felt free to enjoy her life and come to terms with her sexuality. It seemed she had made the most of her new-found freedom and had had several short-lived relationships, including an affair with one of her daughter's former school friends who was only 18 at the time. However, most of these relationships had been with married women she had met, like me, as clients at the hotel beauty parlour and who had similarly succumbed to her unprofessional massage techniques. These dalliances hadn't lasted long, and Tracey speculated that it was probably because of Christine's tendency to be rather bossy. Though she hadn't talked about any of these other women nearly as much as she had done about me. I was also, apparently, the youngest of these clients by at least twenty years and she had told Tracey that she couldn't believe her luck when I agreed to go to her house.
'To be honest, I got fed up with it in the end and told her stop going on about you all the time as it was getting boring. She was constantly talking about her 'pretty little blonde doll'. Very annoying!' she explained, laughing at my embarrassed reaction.
I could sense a great deal of gratitude in her voice as she went on to tell me how Christine had encouraged her to go to college to get some qualifications and had helped her and Darren to set up home together, but she was at pains to tell me that they were just good friends and had never been involved sexually.
'Right, come on girl, we can't stay chatting all day, we've got work to do,' she said finally. 'You're a bit of a stunner as you probably realise, but I want you to look perfect for my friend's special day. I need you to allow me to do whatever I need to do to make that happen, no questions asked. Will you do that for me Lucy?' She said, looking at me hopefully and squeezing my hand tightly.
This all sounded intriguing and, I had to admit, very exciting. I had come to realise that I like to be compliant and to have decisions taken out of my hands so it was easy to agree to this young girl's request. I had hardly said a word since I got there and I kept it that way by simply nodding in agreement.
'Yay! I was worried you might say no, but when you turned up wearing those tight leggings and no sign of any knickers showing underneath, I guessed you were up for it!'
