Maureen, a fellow worker at my new office, had invited me to the party. She wanted to introduce me to some of her friends. I liked the idea, being new to the town.
She collected me from my bedsit, a temporary home until I found a suitable flat or even a house. Now I was selling my flat in London I could afford to buy a reasonable property in this country town. That was one of the attractions of moving. The promotion helped as well. It nearly compensated for the loss of the London premium on my salary.
I answered the door to Maureen. Her clothes startled me. She was wearing a light blue cropped blouse with tight half sleeves and a dark blue saree edge printed with a gold pattern. The saree shimmered in the light.
"Maureen!" I squeaked. I do squeak when excited. I try to keep my voice to a sultry tone but my squeaks betray me. "You didn't tell me it was a fancy dress party."
"It isn't, Jill. This is my man-trap saree."
"Your what?"
"I'll explain as we go. Kathy's driving. It's her turn to stick to the fruit juice. Come on."
I gathered up my long dress and climbed into the back seat of the car with Maureen.
"Tell me," I said, "What's this about a man-trap saree?"
"That's one of Maureen's party tricks," said Kathy from the driving seat. "She doesn't do it very often but the saree version is the best."
"Thanks for the praise, Kathy." said Maureen. "Tonight Hazel might need my help with Gerry. He's started to have wandering eyes and hands. She wouldn't mind if they were wandering over her, but he's wandering over others as well. She wants me to stop him in his tracks."
"That's a good trick if you can do it." I commented.
"She can, Jill. Believe me, she can," said Kathy with emphasis.
"Stick by me tonight, Jill. I'm sure I'll need to sort out Gerry and you can help."
"Me? I don't know Gerry."
"You will. In that dress with those tits – he'll be on to you like a wasp to a jamjar."
I do have good breasts. They're my best feature and the low cut dress and push-up bra emphasised them. Maureen's are nearly as good as mine. No. I'm being unfair. They are as good. Side by side we'd be spectacular.
When we arrived at the party Maureen introduced me to everyone.
"Not that you'll remember them all, Jill, but now they know who YOU are and all the men have had a good peer down your cleavage. They won't forget you. Most of the women won't either. You got some dirty looks from our less endowed sisters."
"I noticed," I replied. "So did you, Maureen."
"I know. It's not just my tits that annoy them. My party tricks annoy them as well – unless they ask for me to perform as Hazel has tonight. I haven't done the saree one for over a year because it is so effective. Let's check with Hazel while Gerry is trying his luck with Kathy. He's safe with her. She'll kick him in the nuts if he gets fresh."
Maureen took me back to Hazel. I'd met her on the tour of the room. Now she looked irritated. I followed her gaze. Gerry had abandoned Kathy and was leaning over another woman with his eyes glued to her breasts.
"Maureen! Thank you." spat out Hazel. "He's at it already. I wished he'd stayed with Kathy. She's my friend and wouldn't let him do anything. I'm not sure about Tracy. She might just to upset me."
"I assume that you want my party trick then?" asked Maureen.
"Yes! The full treatment."
"OK. We'll do it in the dining room. Can you and Kathy make sure it's free?"
"Yes. We'll chuck anyone else out of it. See you shortly."
"Right, Jill, we're on. Let's go and catch Gerry. Before we do I need to show you the special feature of this saree. Catch hold of the end and try to pull it tighter."
I pulled. The fabric didn't move at all. I pulled harder. Nothing.
"It's like Velcro. It sticks like superglue to itself but to nothing else. See?"
She lifted the edge of the saree gently. The material parted with a very faint sucking noise. She let the material fall back down and pulled it sideways. It didn't move.
"The material will resist any amount of sideways pull yet will lift off as if it were silk."
"How does it work?" I asked. "I've never seen any material like that."
"It was designed for use in medicine to wrap wounds. Each square inch of material has hundreds of 'Johannison blocks' that interlock like teeth on a zipper. They can be slid aside but they can't be pulled apart. All the edges of my saree have a minute hem of the material folded back on itself. I can get the tip of my fingernail under it. So could you. Most men can't. That's the trap. That and my feminine wiles. Watch and learn. Tracy will show you how to use my saree when the time comes."
We started across the room towards Gerry who was leaning closer to Tracy's boobs. She smiled at Maureen.
"Why is Tracy smiling? Does she know..."
"She knows. Hazel doesn't know that Tracy also is annoyed with Gerry. Tracy wants revenge as well. It's a shame that Hazel doesn't appreciate Tracy. It's mutual. They are SO different. But tonight they and we are working together. Shh!"
"Hello Gerry." Maureen kissed him. "Hello Tracy."
"Hello, Maureen." Gerry replied.
"I have had a bet with Jill here. You met Jill earlier."
"Hello again, Jill." Gerry's smile might have appeared genuine but his eyes were focussed right between my tits.
"Yes, Gerry," I said brightly. "This bet..."
What bet? Maureen hadn't mentioned a bet. She cut in on cue.
