Latisha sat in stunned silence in front of her office computer screen. She had checked through her e-mails, something she always did first thing in the morning when she got to work.
"The bastard!" she exclaimed loudly.
"What's up Latisha?" her young receptionist called out.
"Oh...don't worry...just someone trying to be funny..."
"Okay...I guess it's not too funny then."
Latisha got up and pushed her office door closed then returned to her desk and played the e-mail's media file attachment again, this time turning up the volume of her small desktop speakers. It was unmistakeable; she heard her own voice clearly saying 'I guess I will just have to fuck you then' as the large-pixel image of her stroking her son-in-law's penis ran for a few seconds more.
She had nearly deleted the e-mail without opening it at first, as she had not recognised the sender, and the size of it had alarmed her. Paranoid about a computer virus, she would have usually just sent it to the bin, but the subject line had caught her eye; 'FYI, very important Latisha'. It didn't sound like spam or a phishing e-mail so the curiosity had got the better of her.
The message was brief;
'Might as well go on the pill Latisha, unless you want me to send the better part of the movie of " our" wonderful tryst together on a disk to your husband George...and anyone else who may be interested, love and kisses, Duncan.'
Latisha knew that she would look like the instigator if a carefully edited version of what had happened several days ago at her son-in-law's apartment was produced.
She quickly typed up a response;
'What are you playing at Duncan...what do you want? Just leave it go, please, it shouldn't have happened. IT WAS WRONG!'
She sent it and then after looking at the attachments one more time she deleted Duncan's e-mail.
Wrought with renewed guilt Latisha could hardly concentrate on her busy day's schedule. Her thoughts kept focusing on her predicament and she left the office unusually early.
The next day Latisha sat down by her desk again and anxiously checked her e-mails. Her heart gave a nervous flutter when she recognised a reply from Duncan. She shut the door to her office and returned to open it;
'You know what I want...I know George goes back to sea tomorrow morning. Tomorrow night you are going to have dinner with me...my shout. A parcel for you will arrive via courier today and a list of instructions. Oh yeah, I guess we can just use condoms this time...LOL'
"Oh my God...what am I going to do?" Latisha felt tears welling in her blue eyes. She knew that if word got out...hell, if the video evidence ever got out of her indiscretion with Duncan, her daughter's estranged husband, she could probably kiss her marriage goodbye and worse...her daughter Amanda would hate her for it!
The day dragged on. Latisha sent her secretary on some errands hoping to catch the courier that Duncan had sent her, and avoid any possible discovery by her staff of the contents of the parcel, of which of course Latisha could only guess at.
Around midday it arrived. A soft parcel wrapped in thick brown paper and tied with string. Latisha hurried into her office to open it. There, carefully folded in tissue paper, was a black dress of a thin lacy material, it had a very tasteful floral pattern, she thought. Latisha held it up by its thin spaghetti-straps and admired it, certainly appeared her size too. It was of a somewhat respectable length, she noticed, mid thigh or a bit longer, which did actually surprise her to a degree. Then she held it up to the light and noticed that the mesh-type gauze between the floral lacework was quite transparent, and worse, there was a slit running right up one side to hip level! It was really quite revealing after all, she thought.
That wasn't all that was in the package; there wrapped in another layer of tissue was a maroon, satin suspender-belt and a pair of sheer-stockings with little ribbons running up the back, beneath them she discovered the final item, a pair of open-toed black shoes...with very high heels.
A note was attached to the dress;
'Hope you like it...should look fantastic on you Latisha...can't wait! Meet me at a restaurant called "The Nirvana" at 8pm tonight...don't be late! Oh by the way...you are only to wear what I have sent you...got it? Nothing else! LOL.'
Latisha was dumbstruck for several minutes as she considered her options. But it was pretty obvious, she felt she had none. At least it was a public place where she was to meet him and she hoped to reason with the young man and put a stop to all this nonsense before it went any further!
Latisha parked her car near the dimly-lit entrance to the restaurant. It was right on eight o'clock. She slipped the ridiculously high shoes on her feet and stepped out of her car. Brushing down the firm-fitting dress she made for the door. The street was quiet and only the doorman stood by the gloomy entrance. Latisha thought it looked sleazy and caught the big man checking her out as he held the door for her. She had not worn a bra under the dress as it had a plunging neckline, and the design pushed her breasts up so as to accentuate her ample cleavage. She knew her nipples were partly erect from the cool night air and most likely visible under the thin lace of the dress.
"Evening mam..." he said in a friendly tone, as she entered the foyer.
Latisha was thankful the interior was almost as dimly lit as the entrance; red lights gave the place a seductive look and large red couches were arranged around a lounge area where a few couples were comfortably sitting and drinking.
She surveyed the informal setting and noticed timber balustrade divided the lounge area from the dinning tables. Flickering candles in clear-glass were at various locations around the lounge as well as on the tables; she could smell sweet incense wafting in the air, too. The atmosphere was somewhat calming and Latisha thought her husband George would like the place.
"Latisha...Latisha...hello, wow, you look beautiful! The dress appears to fit perfectly. Love your hair too." Duncan appeared from behind her and placed an arm around her slim waist before leaning down to kiss her on the cheek.
"Shall we?" he suggested, gesturing towards one of the booths that lined a wall opposite the main dinning tables of the restaurant.
Latisha sighed. She noticed a few of the couples staring at them; the older woman and her 'toy boy' she guessed they probably thought...or worse...maybe they mistook her for a hooker! She swallowed deeply and avoided the eyes of the other patrons as Duncan led her over to a reserved booth.
"So what do you think? Nice romantic spot, huh. Friend told me about it, nice food too, he reckons, Indian and Thai style, your favourite I recall," Duncan said as they sat down.
"See you didn't wear your favourite corset and heels Duncan," Latisha said sarcastically when she took a moment to notice his smart-casual attire.
Duncan ignored the remark, "What would you like to drink?" he asked as he perused the wine list.
"A house-white will do thanks,"
Duncan caught the attention of an old waiter that was hanging around nearby wiping down a table. He ordered the drinks and within moments the mischievous-looking old waiter returned with them, eying the new couple knowingly.
"Here's to us," Duncan said raising his glass, "and may we fuck ourselves silly later on!" he laughed just as his glass made contact with Latisha's.
