The Divorce
So its over, 5 years of marriage, just like that a first class letter from my solicitor and at 32 years old I am free. I had known Tom since I was 15 years old and he had been my only boyfriend and lover. Its not like we had, had a big bust up or anything, we'd just grown apart until one day we both agreed that we had separate interests and we went our separate way. Even so, as long as we were legally married there was no way that I would cheat on him and as far as I know he had the same attitude, maybe it was because of our catholic upbringing or just out of loyalty to our memory. Now was different, now I had a letter that said that all those things that other girls had got up to I could get up to and experience.
Life had been good to me, smart middle class home (which I kept) Finance Director of a small company that paid me well and gave me my Mercedes. Even at 32 I still had my youthful looks, kept by lots of nurturing -- 3 times a week at the gym, once a month at the beautician for an all over cleanse, tone and wax, shoulder length blond hair, good boobs (34 C), long shapely legs. I know that I am a looker, so why should I have hidden inside an apathetic marriage -- well no more.
I have to be careful though, my tastes in fantasy had gone beyond just playing with other partners, my excursions onto chat rooms had opened my eyes to all sorts of potential escapades. What I needed to be careful of was that my work and my new experiences did not clash other wise my world would come tumbling down. Not many sluts keep their jobs as Finance Directors -- anonymity is the name of the game.
I stop at Starbucks for a latte and a think. I'm in my office clothes black trouser suit, white silk blouse, white lacy bra underneath and black leather heels -- I know I look good, but I'm thinking of how to look slutty, what should I wear for my first adventure into being a total sex slave for some discerning man --or should it be men?
Finishing my coffee, I return to work anticipating the experiences to come, my underwear soaked at the thought.
I leave work early and decide to go shopping, I decide not to be too posh -- my normal clothes are designer, but visit Primark a low cost clothes outlet and choose a red polyester blouse, a white half cup lacy bra, which won't quite cover my nipples, two polyester cotton mix skirts that are so short they only just cover my pussy and a flimsy burgundy thong.
When I got home I had to decide where I was going to go. I remembered that in a couple of my on line chats a club in Thornton Heath, a rough part of south London, was mentioned, it was called the Gumshoe. I googled the name but nothing came up, so I looked through the local paper. At first I saw nothing, then at the bottom of the page with small ads for escorts and massage parlours was an ad, all it said was the name Gumshoe and a phone number 092 14560 222.
I picked up my mobile and called the number, it rang three times and I lost my nerve, what was I thinking about. I put the phone down and decided to take a shower. My mobile rang, without thinking I answered it.
"Hi you just phoned the Gumshoe" Said a female Australian voice, "You must be a first timer" I said nothing shocked. "Don't worry, if you want me to go away I will, but we often find people call us and just need to be nudged a little to fulfil their fantasies -- is that what you want to do"
"Yes" I answer
"Are you slutty, sub or dom, straight or bi, any experience?"
"slutty, sub and bi, only experience in chat rooms" I whisper
"OK, sweetie, we can give you the time of your life, here is the address, when are you thinking of coming"
"Tonight"
"See you at 11.00, no charge to single ladies, plenty of condoms and lubricant around so no need to worry about that and whilst things can get a bit wacky, we have security all around so there is nothing that you do that you don't want to, see you later, oh I'm Cathy and I'm bi so if you fancy ....... give me a shout" She rang off.
What had let myself in for, I had to carry it through, she had my number. I was scared shitless, but suddenly realised that I was soaked and excited. It was only 7 o clock and I lay back on my bed and began getting more and more excited. By 9 -- 30 I knew I had to get ready, I put on my new bra, blouse, burgundy thong and chose the white skirt, knowing that the thong would show through.
I had an old Mondeo in the garage and decided that it would stand out less if I drove into that area and I drove to the Gumshoe. I drove up and down the road two or three times before I noticed the half hidden entrance way, number 32. I parked and walked to the entrance, two big bouncers were at the door, my mouth was so dry that when they said "Gumshoe" all I could do was nod.
As I walked in my coat was removed and I could see the admiring looks, I was greeted by a blond in a tight t shirt and hot pants,
"Hi I'm Kelly" I said