When I was eighteen I moved out of home into a flat of my own (with a little bit of generous assistance from my father). Living by yourself can be a little expensive and so I advertised for a flat-mate to contribute towards the rent and utility costs. After interviewing a few people I invited Mandy to live with me.
Mandy (My real name is Miranda, but nobody calls me that) proved to be a congenial flat-mate. She had a sparkling personality and, more importantly, paid her rent and share of the utilities on time. Another plus was that she had no intention of throwing wild parties.
One useful part of having a flat-mate, I found, was that you could use the presence of a second person in the flat to discourage unwanted advances from men. It's a bit hard to chance your arm at a bit of seduction when another girl sticks her head in the door and asks if anyone wants coffee.
This particular advantage helped Mandy far more than it helped me, mainly because Mandy was a deliberate and provocative tease. I won't say she grabs a man by the balls and drags him home, only to cast his loose at the last second, but it wasn't far off that. I've warned her that that sort of thing could get her into trouble but she just laughed off the warning. It was just a bit of harmless fun, she assured me, and she knew where to draw the line.
Maybe she did and maybe she didn't, but it seemed to mean that she skipped quite happily over the drawn line, only to suddenly jump back behind it at the last moment, expressing surprise that a man is taking her the wrong way.
One Friday night I got home from my date early (it was a 'help -- get me out of here' date) and went to bed in a somewhat disgruntled mood. I'd had high hopes for that date only to find out that Carl was a sanctimonious, misogynistic, prick. The sort of man that could make a drunken bum look attractive.
So there I was, quietly stewing in bed, when I heard voices and guessed that Mandy had brought her date home. Things were reasonably quiet for a while and then Mandy's voice became somewhat louder. This was different. It was usually the date that got louder when she told him time's up, there's the door.
I sat up in bed, ready to intervene if things seemed to be going awry. Moments later I decided that things were certainly going awry as Mandy seemed a little scared. With a sigh I hopped out of bed, opened my door, and lounged back against the doorframe, observing the goings on in the main room.
There was Mandy, still dressed for her date. She was wearing a short black dress that fitted her like a glove. It was a trifle on the short side but she had the legs to go with that dress. She was protesting and trying to pull away from this man, him having a firm hold on her arm.
Why she was trying to pull away from that specimen was beyond me. He fit the description tall, dark, and handsome as if it had been coined for him. Not only that but he was well groomed and well dressed, and both his haircut and his clothes looked expensive. Mandy wasn't a virgin (not that I can talk) and it wouldn't have surprised me to find she had a hold of his arm, trying to drag him into her bedroom. Still, as she wasn't I guessed I had to intervene.
"Excuse me," I called out, "but I have to break up this little love-fest. One of the flat rules specifically states no raping permitted."
The man turned his head to look at me and I could feel his eyes running over me. Not surprising as I was only wearing my nightie and it was like Mandy's dress; a trifle on the short side. The way he looked at me made me acutely aware that I wasn't wearing any underwear, not liking sleeping in undies.
"And who might you be?" he asked.
"I'm Rebecca, also known as Becky, flat-mate to Mandy, the girl you currently have attached to your arm."
"Hullo Becky. I'm Peter. As a matter of curiosity are you the same sort of consummate tease as Mandy?"
"No," I said, shaking my head. "She's in a class of her own, tease wise. Might I point out that you're still holding her? The no-rape rule also applies to you."
"I suspect that either or both of you would have a hard job trying to rape me," Peter said. "Seducing me is another matter."
"Whatever," I said with a sigh. "Please let go of Mandy and depart. Now!"
Peter turned and looked at Mandy.
"Wait a moment. Were you worried that I was going to rape Mandy? No such intention, I assure you. Tell her, Mandy."
"He said I was a consummate tease and needed to be taught a lesson. He said he was going to spank me."
I giggled. I just couldn't help it.
"So, tell me. Is this a spanking free zone as well as a rape free zone?"
"I have to admit that it's not," I told him.
