My names is Shaun I divorced my wife Greta two years ago after discovering what many of my close friends had all known for months that she was having an affair with her tennis coach. Divorcing Greta was a long drawn out affair contested by her fortunately we had no children so the financial settlement was not crippling. I got to keep the former matrimonial home and Greta had to go back into employment which must have come as a huge shock to her.
Adjusting to a life living alone was not easy and my friends suggested that employing a housekeeper would leave me free to write and take care of the daily household chores. I placed an ad for a housekeeper in the local newspaper but didn't receive a single reply in seven days. One Saturday afternoon as I was leaving my golf club I was stopped in the car park by a member called George Jones who I didn't know very well and didn't like at all.
I knew George was a self employed accountant he was married and a regular attendee at the local church. I always tried to avoid George's company as I thought him to be a pious and rather pompous individual with no sense of humour. George explained that he had heard my ad for a housekeeper hadn't received any replies and told me that he may have a solution to my problem. His wife Heather had been on the lookout for a cleaning job and she was an excellent cook.
George pointed out that I had met her once at Golf Club function if I employed her I would not be admitting a stranger into my home. I told George I was desperate to fill the vacancy and asked him to get his wife to telephone me if she fancied taking the job. Try as I might I could not remember the name of George's wife recall what she looked like or when I had met her.
Shortly after lunch that same afternoon George rang me and told me that his wife Heather was interested in working for me. I spoke on the phone with her and asked her to come round to my home to be interviewed. Heather came to my home a couple of hours later, after a brief conversation we agreed her duties, hours and rate of pay. When she informed me she was free to start work on the following Monday morning I was delighted. She seemed to be a very capable woman and I could finally get on with my writing without having to concern myself with household chores.
Employing Heather worked out well my home and clothes were always clean and the meals she prepared for me were always excellent. She was very quiet and reserved and rarely spoke but she worked hard and did a good job. Despite Heather visiting my home five times a week for over twelve months I knew very little about her. She once told me that she attended a local gym and occasionally ran in marathons which surprised me. Although Heather was only three years younger than I at 35yrs of age she always dressed very conservatively which made her appear older.
Heather had long mousy coloured hair which normally she scraped back and pinned behind her head. The clothing she wore to work was drab and colourless her clothes always appeared to be two large, two long and smother her rather slender frame serving to make her appear shapeless. Angela wasn't unattractive but the fact that she never wore any makeup contributed to her rather plain appearance. When I looked at her I could never imagine her running in a marathon or visiting a gym.
The church appeared to be at the centre of Heather's life and was one of the few things she ever spoke about. As Christmas approached I started to think that I ought to buy Heather a present to reward her for all her hard work but hadn't got a clue what I should buy. A couple of weeks prior Christmas I was working in the small bedroom I had converted into my office. I was thinking about Heather's Christmas present when she entered carrying a cup of tea and a sandwich she'd made for my lunch.
I asked if she and her husband would be attending the Christmas Dinner Dance being held at the Golf Club the following weekend. Heather confirmed that they were attending but told me she was quite anxious about the event as it was a Black Tie formal dinner. She told me that on her previous attendances she had felt embarrassed when she compared her dull outfits to the expensive evening gowns worn by the wives of other member's.
That gave me an idea I told Heather that I was intending to buy her a gift and asked if she would accept a trip to the Beauty Parlour for a makeover and a new evening dress to wear to the Dinner Dance as a Christmas present. Heather initially declined and only after a lot of persuasion did she finally accepted my offer which she described as being far too generous. I made Heather an appointment at the Beauty Parlour for the Saturday of the Christmas Dance then telephoned Christine at the boutique from which I had always purchased my ex wife's clothes. I gave Christine a brief appraisal of Heather and her lack of dress sense asking if she would be kind enough to assist her to choose a dress suitable for Golf Club Dinner Dance. I also asked Christine not disclose the price of any garment selected as Angela was likely to base her choice on cost rather than style Christine immediately understood and agreed to help.
CHAPTER TWO.
Come the evening of the Christmas Dance I arrived at the golf club early and saw to my disappointment that I had been seated at the same table as Heather and George. I took my place leaning on the bar with my drink and observing the crowd of members and their wives chattering around the elegantly laid diner tables.
I was talking to a couple of male friends when Heather made her jaw dropping entrance. Gone was her mousy coloured hair, now her hair was dyed black and had been styled to form a mass of small tight curls that cascaded down onto her bare shoulders. Her black tresses flattered and framed her now beautifully made up face. It took me several seconds before I realised that this actually was my housekeeper and she looked stunning.
Heather's evening dress was a scarlet figure hugging off the shoulder number with a revealing neckline that plunged to her naval. The dress clung to every shapely contour of her lithe elegant body like a shimmering second skin. The dress tapered to the floor and was slashed to the waist. As Heather walked her long shapely tanned bare legs were revealed as she took each confident stride.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing the quiet plain woman that had worked in my home for over twelve months had been transformed into this beautiful elegant woman striding confidently towards me. Heather radiated style, elegance and confidence. She stood tall and straight her square shoulders pulled back thrusting her pert breasts forward displaying them magnificently. Heather I mused wouldn't have looked out of place strolling down the red carpet at Hollywood Film Premier on the arm of a male superstar.
The chattering subsided as all eyes turned to look at her. As she walked with feline grace to my side her pert breast jiggled provocatively with every step. Heather flashed me a smile that lit up her face, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek before she spreading her arms wide and twirled around asking if I approved of her wonderful new look. I told her that I was flabbergasted she looked like a film star and certainly wasn't going to feel unattractive or underdressed at this function. I also told Heather something she already knew and was revelling in. "Every man in the room is staring at you, you look beautiful, no gorgeous."
Heather saw that I was staring at her magnificent cleavage deliberately she leaned forward permitting me an even closer inspection of her cleavage giggling girlishly as she whispered. "Not everyone is so pleased with my wonderful new look. George told me I look like a tart and refused to bring me this evening. We had a blazing row and I told him that I would come on my own if I had to but I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to show off my new look and this beautiful dress."
