Short stories about Paulineâs by Pagan.
âYou bastard you absolute bastard, you knew how much I wanted to go to that party, how could you? And away for how long? Ten days, ten bloody days. Oh yes, you would hob-knob with your new bossâs, I can hear you now, yes sir, no sir, lick your boots sir, go on piss off with your bossâs, I bet their wives are going, Iâm not good enoughâ.
Peter Stepford went towards his wife, âLook Iâll ring you, Iâll makeââ.
Before he could finish she grabbed the phone, ripped it from the wall and threw it at him, âRing yourselfâ. In floods of tears she ran upstairs and locked herself in the bedroom.
Pauline Stepford had been married for six weeks to Peter, this was her second marriage and she hoped her last. A fine looking women of 34 never had children, part of the reason for the break up was that she had a low sex drive but she had meet Peter, a pharmaceutical technician, and such a sweet understanding man who didnât push the sex thing; she was married to him with in four months.
They had been in the area for about three weeks, new job, wonderful new house, new beginning and they had been invited to a grand cocktail party to meet the posh neighbourhood but now all that was cancelled, he was going on a trip with the three bossâs and their wives, Pauline was not going, she had not been excepted yet.
She sat composed in front of the mirror, dabbing her eyes with one hand as she brushed her thick dark hair with the other, there was a light tap on the bedroom door.
âPauline may I come in? I am sorry, itâs not my ideaâ.
Pauline turned and stared at the locked door, âNo, no, no, go sleep in the spare room and donât talk to me in the morning, Iâll go out and you can pack and clear off, you can think yourself lucky if Iâm here when you get backâ.
A pathetic, âPleaseâ, came back.
Pauline stood and scream, âGo lick assâ. Then marched to the light switch, turned the lights off and lay on the bed.
Peter thought discretion being the better part of valour waited until he heard her go before packing and leaving, having to use his mobile he ordered flowers to be delivered and then waited for the car to take him.
Pauline arrived back, saw the flowers waiting for her and dumped them in the bin, went in and poured a large glass of wine. She picked up the invite,
Mr and Mrs J Huwl-Forsyth.
Request the pleasure of Mr and Mrs P Stepford
The purpose to join the community for a cocktail evening and buffet
At The Lodge.
Monday 18 November from 7pm
Evening dress required.
Still with it in her hand she climbed the stairs, went in to the bedroom, opened the wardrobe and pulled out the black wrap around scoop necked cocktail dress, she thought, âWhy notâ.
It was 4pm when she ran her bath; she had decided she was going to look the part. Bath over, a little neat trim of her pubic hairs, then to her make up, followed by her hair, now the clothes. The black dress had a low scoop neck, so an uplift bra to push her ample breastâs up would be just the thing to give the top that well filled and over-flowing look, she laughed to her-self when she thought, âThat will make the old farts whistleâ, matching pants and nice dark tights. She laid them on the bed and went to get her sling back high heels.
She dropped one of the shoes, it hit the bed and caught her tights, âDam, dam, damâ she looked in the draw for another pair. Another set of, âDam, dam, damsâ greeted the fact that all she had left were stockings and they would need suspenders, it would have to do, a little discreet pin would stop the wrap around from opening that extra six inches, she looked perfect, she had ordered a taxi for eight, now nothing was going to stop her going.
She had made polite conversion with men who could only look at her cleavage, she had spoken about different charityâs with nice old ladies, the local ladies man had been given the brush off, but a lot of wine had been consumed.
Itâs was just gone eleven when two cars arrived, four younger men got out and chatted as they entered. Pauline over heard someone say, âOh hell Iâd hoped they gone away with them, spoilt bratsâ, Pauline wondered who they were as another glass of wine was handed to her.
She asked a gentleman, who earlier had been a cleavage admirer, he told her, âThe bossâs sonâs, little shits nothing but a butch of loud mouth big headsâ, she took it they werenât wanted, anyway a stifled yawn told her it was time to call it a day, she was a bit woozy and yes, she had missed Peter.
As she went for her coat her glass was knocked by one of the youths, âSorryâ, he turned at looked at her, âOh yes so very sorry, my who are youâ?
The other three joined him and she polity said, âGood evening to all of themâ.
âYou still havenât answered my question, who are youâ?
For the next hour they monopolized Pauline, keeping her surrounded and the drinks flowing as they asked her the silliest questions about herself and Peter, as the night went on so did the questions.
She was surprised when one asked, âWas he any good in bedâ?
Another asked, âDid she like or give headâ? They were getting a little to personal for her liking, she thought she must escape them, besides she must have had enough wine the last two drinks tasted funny.
She pushed at them to let her call for a taxi, one of them told her he would get the company driver to collect her, he would only be a quarter of an hour, would she like another drink. Now that one did taste funny.
She had enough of their childishness and asked to be excused. The heat, the drink, she needed a little air; with gentlemanly curtsey, one of them took her to the garden bench asked her if she would be all right and left.
The fresh air did her no good at all and her head started to spin, she was very unsteady. A big black car pulled up and she could just make out a man in a peaked cap opening the door as she blindly tottered down the path.
âMrs Stepfordâ, she answered a slurd, âYesâ. As she slid in, the door closed, he got in and the car purred away.
It could only have been half a mile when it stopped, both doors flew open and two of the youths got in each side of her, she tried in her drunken state to call at the driver but he just took his hat off turned and grinned at her, it was another one of the four.
Headlightâs flashed in front and her car moved off following the second car, a voice beside her said âWe meet again Mrs Stepfordâ. Her mouth wouldnât work, she tried to call out to the driver as the car turned left not right but the silly burbling noise she made, made no sense. Her head and body sunk in to the soft leather, she managed to turn her head left and right only to be greeted by youthful grinning faces.
Her enter body and face felt like it had been to the dentist, she was cold and numb her mouth wouldnât work, she could hear the others talking but she could do nothing.
âWell Mrs Stepford what are you doing hereâ? Her head slowly turned as the other spoke.
âDo you know I have been looking at this little pin all night, and wondering what happens when you pull it outâ, her eyeâs followed his fingers as he removed the little pin she had so carefully put in her dress.
Her eyes stared down as the one opposite pulled at her dress, it opened, fully exposing her long stocking clad legs and the silk ties of the suspenders to both of them, âMmmmmmmmmâ nice, I love stocking covered legsâ.