It's Wednesday night, my wife is away on a business trip and I am too lazy to do my own cooking so I have wandered up the road to Ivans, my favourite restaurant. Happy, yes that is his name, sees me as I arrive, ushers me into his section of the restaurant "The usual?" He asks.
"Of course!"
He grins and heads for the bar, returning with a large draught beer.
"Ribs coming soon! " he announces cheerfully.
"I wouldn't expect anything else."
The woman at the next table idly watches the interaction, bored it would seem by the man opposite her who is rapidly texting on his phone. She is quite a looker. Long honey blonde hair with startling purple high lights, a sheer white blouse with a white lacy bra. Her skirt is short, up above mid thigh, black stockings and high heels. I try not to stare but she is kinda distracting.
Happy delivers my rack of ribs and is full of noise and bluster as usual.
"Where is Madame tonight?"
"Harare, on business. Back next week Friday."
"She should have taken me along as her chauffeur. I am from Harare and I could show her all the sights!"
"You tell her next time she is here."
"OK! But I won't tell her about the second beer."
"What second beer?"
"You have finished that one and you haven't finished your ribs yet. I will go fetch it now!"
He disappears before I can stop him.
I look up straight into the eyes of the woman across the way. A faint smile flits across her face which prompts me to look ostensibly all the way down her body and up again. The smile is far more challenging now. She twists slightly in her chair causing her skirt to ride up her thighs allowing me to see a flash of white panties. I check up on her partner but he is still typing furiously.
I look down at my plate, locate two ribs close together and run my finger up to where they are joined, hold it there for a short while and then I put my finger to my mouth. I suck my finger while looking at her hoping I haven't overstepped the mark however the effect of my miming on her is immediate. Nipples appear and she flushes slightly. She looks at the furiously typing man opposite her, looks at me and pushes her thumb into her mouth, fingers clenched into a fist, sucks hard then takes the thumb out of her mouth, glances at the man again and then swivels more toward me, opening her legs and displaying those pure white panties. I surreptitiously stroke my now growing erection, she smiles and turns back to her partner. They hold a brief conversation and she gets up, not looking at me and heads towards the ladies rest room stopping to talk to Happy on the way. I go back to the novel I was reading on my phone and plowing through the remaining ribs. Surprise arrives with my second beer. There is a piece of paper stuck to the bottom.
"And," he says softly "I won't tell your wife about the piece of paper either."
I retrieve the piece of paper and slide it into my pocket without looking at the woman.
The man summons Happy, pays the bill and heads for the door. I look briefly at the woman, nod and watch her walk away swaying seductively. She takes her partners arm and brushes sensually up against him as they leave the restaurant. She doesn't look back.
I wait for my beer to be finished before reading the note which is brief, simple and instructive.
"Anna. 0955556798.
You are Reggie the hairdresser."
A simple but accurate drawing of an engorged pussy rounds the message off. No misunderstanding there.
I wait till morning, assuming that hairdressers do not engage with clients at 10 in the evening.
"Hi, I must cancel our appointment. So sorry. When are you next free?
Reggie."
I hit the Send button, watch for the ticks. One tick then two ticks; the ticks remain grey. I shrug it off but I do check the account holders name. Anna Reynolds. The profile picture is of her. Blonde hair with green highlights. Must drive her partner completely mad, him looking so neat, tidy and professional. Unless she is a working woman and he was a client and she touting for more business. If that was the case he was wasting his money. I would have had her in a nicely dim room, a fat bottle of sparkly and a large bed to dance with her, not furiously texting. Maybe he was looking for a loan to pay for extra services I think to myself. That makes me smile. However, remarks my doubting mind, if she is a working woman, I would not have be pretending to be the hair dresser. I shrug the matter off and head on into the working day and forget about Anna Reynolds, so it comes as a bit of a surprise when one of a dozen or so text messages that arrive during the afternoon is addressed to Reggie.
"Hello Reggie, you are a beast. I was so looking forward to a new colour scheme today. I am free all of tomorrow from 10. Mark is out of town for the next two days so I have no transport. I will be at the Bayview Inn tomorrow. Will you please be a darling and pick me up there? You charge so much you could easily rent a room there and work your magic on me. Ha-ha. Only joking. Luv Anna."
