"Hello, Aardvark Moving Company. How may we help you," said the voice over the telephone.
It was the first entry in the phone book and Tiffany couldn't be bothered to look further.
"Can you move our furniture across town tomorrow?" Tiffany said in her rather abrupt manner, as she sometimes tended to do with 'hired help'.
"Well, that's rather short notice, madam. And tomorrow is Saturday. I am going to have a little difficulty in finding a crew."
"Could you please get one together, because I really need to move tomorrow? I don't care how much it costs."
"OK, I think we can arrange something. But it will cost you at least $2000. Payment in cash is required on the completion of the job." said the man, his voice betraying slight annoyance at the Tiffany's attitude.
"Sure, whatever. Just make sure your men don't damage anything." She gave him her personal details and the addresses and then she hung up.
Damn Paul, Tiffany thought. Why was he in such a hurry to move into the new house? And why was he on another of his business trips instead of helping with the move.
Paul Winchester Lambert-Brown was often on business trips. He was one of the city's most prominent businessmen. It was a minor scandal when this 50 year old tycoon married Tiffany, his then 22 year old secretary.
They had been married for 6 years and things were going well. Business was doing alright and they were moving into a bigger house. While not deliriously happy, they at least got on very well. He provided her with a great standard of living while she was the perfect trophy wife. She always kept her appearance immaculate, both at their social events and at home.
And even though Paul was much older than Tiffany, he was still able to satisfy her sexually. It was mostly fairly conventional sex, but Tiffany sometimes liked to strut around in sexy French lingerie, teasing Paul until he begged her to make love to him. It made her feel very turned on and slightly naughty and Paul certainly didn't seem to mind.
However, Paul did have a difficult side in that he was obsessive about preserving his collection of antiques and various pieces of art. Over the years, Tiffany had learnt not to handle, let alone damage his prized possessions. The thought of a big house move filled her with dread and she was very angry with Paul for not being here to help out.
Anyway, she knew that it had to be done and so she then went to the bank to withdraw the money.
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Tiffany answered the doorbell the next day with some unease. The moving workers were half an hour late in arriving, and that did not help Tiffany's already anxious mood.
When she opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of a large chest in overalls directly in front of her. Tiffany was not short at 5'10," but she had to look up to see the man's face. He must have been 6'4" at least.
"Mrs. Tiffany Lambert-Brown?" he said in a deep, resonant voice.
She just nodded her head with her mouth slightly open.
"My name is David and we are from Aardvark Moving Company."
"Er, yes. Come in," she said, slowly regaining her composure.
She led them in and showed them around the house and each man introduced himself. She explained in detail what needed to be packed and what to be especially careful of (this took a long time). While she was doing this, she was also checking out the moving team, almost subconsciously.
David was in his late 40's and obviously kept in good shape despite his age. He was the boss of the crew and carried himself with a certain dignity, helped by his square jaw and grey streaks in his full head of hair.
Greg and Tony were about the same age, in their early twenties. Greg was about the same height and build as David but obviously had a tighter body due to his fewer years. He had a shock of blond hair which was rather long and unkempt, not unlike a surfer. Tony was the shortest of the four men, but was still about 6 foot. He was also more stocky, but certainly not flabby and he had straight, dark hair. Both Greg and Tony seemed to have an air of mischief about them and were constant joking about. Tiffany knew she had to keep an eye on them.
Jim was physically the most imposing of the quartet: 6'9," black and all muscle. He was very quiet and stood slightly apart from the other three. Tiffany caught herself looking at his crotch wondering how big Jim's cock was, but the pressure of the move stopped any further pondering.
The team got to work quickly and efficiently. Tiffany hovered about supervising the activity. She achieved very little except to annoy the workers and to increase her own anxiety. By lunch time, her nerves were almost shot. She knew she had to get out of there and so she left the men and went to her favourite cafe.
She had a nice meal and some wine. She started to relax a bit and her mind wandered to sex. It had been a couple of months since her husband had satisfied her. She knew just the perfect thing to unwind: go out to buy at set lingerie to surprise Paul when he gets back.
She spent at least an hour in the exclusive lingerie boutique trying on many outfits. She finally settled on a small black corset. It started just below the breasts (though it did not cover them) and ended above her shapely hips. It laced up the back, which made it a bit difficult to put on. At the bottom end were four suspender straps to hold up stockings. She tried it out with a pair of sheer black stockings and a black lace G-string.
She admired herself in the full length mirror in the change room. The corset narrowed her tummy to 22 inches which accentuated her curvaceous hips and thighs. It also made her bare 35 inch D-cup breasts jutted out in from of her. She turned around and liked the combination of the thong panties and suspenders - it made her butt look soft and round. She looked down further. Even though the stockings were good, there was something missing.
Then she realized what it was. Shoes! She needed a pair of sexy shoes to "top off" her little outfit. Because the corset was so much trouble to take off, she decided to wear the whole thing home. She put her short black dress, which barely covered the tops of her stockings.
She set off with renewed vigor to complete her new quest. Within half an hour she had found a nice pair of shiny black patent leather pumps. They had almost needle pointed 4 inch stiletto heels. They were a simple design, but she imagined would complement her underwear perfectly. With her little bit of fun over, she paid for her purchases and teetered off to the new house on her new high heels shoes.
When she got there, she noted that the removal company vans was parked outside the house and was almost empty. She had been gone so long that they had almost finished the job. When she entered, she saw Greg and Tony in the dining room unpacking some dishes. Greg was in the middle of telling a dirty joke when they noticed her. Greg blushed slightly and they greeted her. Tiffany just said "hi" and headed for the bedroom. Her hips swayed as she climbed the staircase as she got use to the height of her shoes. Tony elbowed Greg's ribs.
"Take a look at that ass," whispered Tony, pointing up Tiffany's skirt. From the bottom of the stairs, they could see the naked skin above her stockings peeking out from under her dress.
"Wow! These rich dudes sure get the best babes. I wouldn't mind a piece of that, even if it was just for 10 minutes," said Greg, his eyes following every movement of her butt.
"Yeah, about 2 minutes is about all you could handle. Let's get back to work lover boy."
Tiffany entered her bedroom, unaware of the attention that she was getting. She closed the door behind her. She checked that everything was alright in the bedroom. The last thing she needed was anything damaged. After her brief survey, she went to look herself in the mirror. She was about to take off her dress to see how she looked with just her corset and the stilettos on when she was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Yes, what is it?" she said loudly.
