Would you Adam and Eve it
I had the thought for this story while watching a Documentary on the TV, and then a news item in the very next program, I have strung them together, made some parts up, but a lot of this is very feasible, and a lot of it is fact.
As an aside, I haven't used a brothel, but I did work in one, once, the company that I worked for at the time had no idea before sending me there, it was a quick half hour job that I completed before they opened and beat a hasty retreat, I was only just 20, I was so intimidated by the old (40's?) women working there, they must have laughed so hard at my reaction, looking back they were just women earning a living as far as I could tell, if I had met them when they were fully dressed, in a pub for example, I would never know what they did.
Would you Adam and Eve it.
"I'll get it Dad." shouted my 21 year old son Tom from the bottom of the stairs.
He walked back into the kitchen with an odd look on his face in just a minute.
"Who was it?" I asked getting the plates from the cupboard, it was dinnertime and we were going to sit as a family for the first time in a while.
"It's some woman Dad, she is stood outside, she says she can't come in unless you ask her too! I tried to get her to step into the hallway but she won't step over the doorway! She seems a bit odd."
"What do you mean odd?" I asked looking for the first time at my son.
"Well not to put too fine a point to it but she's top..... You'll see."
He said this while holding his hands up as if holding a pair of breasts, and by the way he was holding his hands they were big.
I looked at Eve, my wife of 22 years, I saw a look past between her and her mother Bee, that put the hairs on the back of my neck up.
Well, there wasn't anything else but to go to the door and see who it was.
The door was only half open, I couldn't see who was standing outside until I opened it fully.
Not for the first time, I was struck dumb by the woman in front of me.
"Hello Adam, I'm sorry to interrupt your day but I have to beg you to let me tell you how sorry I am for the way I treated you." Her head ducked down to look at her shoes.
I felt Eve squeeze my arm and move me aside.
"Come in April." Now that wasn't what I was expecting.
Behind me I heard Bee asking the kids to go into the lounge, telling them we would be in with them in just a minute, and everything would be explained.
I needed a little time to understand what was happening.
I'm Adam, I run the maintenance and building works of my mother in law's many companies, it started years ago when I was married to April, before the divorce, before....... Well long ago, before marrying my boss's daughter Eve, before kids, not that they were ours, Eve couldn't, so we adopted all 3 of them, nearly grown up now, but little sight of them doing anything with their lives so far. But there was time I kept telling myself. There was time.
Eve had moved back holding the door fully open, I could see by the look on April's face that she was shocked to see Eve here.
"Come on, we haven't got all day, let me take your coat," Eve said firmly.
"I'd rather not thank you, Mistress." Said April still looking down.
"That wasn't a request, take your coat off now."
I'd never heard Eve talking like this before, it was much more her mother's way of conversing with anyone who she thought was beneath her in life, which pretty much meant everyone, including me, and what was with the, 'Mistress' thing.
April turned and put her handbag on the table by the side of her, unbuttoned the coat that looked tailored to fit with my simple man's eye.
When April turned back to face Eve and I, I had to take a deep breath, April had 5 inch heels on, nylons that were a light black, they showed off her legs so well.
I remembered those legs, I remember them wrapping around me pulling me in. As I looked upwards, the mini skirt was tight leather, in bright yellow, that led onto what I had to assume was a corset, I remembered that she would only put one on for me if it was my birthday, or she was after something.
But what I didn't remember was the bust.
Tom was right, it was a size, it was much bigger than when we were married. April was only ever a large B cup when I thought back, now I couldn't even guess what size she was, G. H? Firm looking, but too firm to be real.