Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 (27 page)

I gave myself a quick once-over in the mirror.
 
Purple shiny bag dress, which looked a lot sexier than it sounded, looked great.
 
It was short enough to be sexy, long enough to cover the goods.
 
It ended where my thighs slanted inward.
 
The matching leather boots were knee high and went perfectly with the dress.
 
I never looked at my legs and thought they were anything more than legs.
 
Sheila said I had great legs.
 
After an honest assessment, I found my legs attractive, though they could use some toning.

A glance at the clock said it was time to go.
 
A few whistles came my way while I waited for a cab.
 
It felt nice and was a well-timed confidence boost.
 
A smile was plastered on my face until I arrived at the bar.
 
I paid the driver, took a deep breath and headed toward the entrance.
 
Adrenaline started soaring threw my veins.
 
I told myself to calm down.
 
These were just people.

Inside the bar, I spotted James and Janette right away, sitting at a high-top table.
 
Janette was wearing a red sparkly shirt and short black skirt and black knee-high boots.
 
John was in khakis and a button down short sleeved shirt.
 
They spotted me immediately, and waved.

Attempting not to show my hesitation, I headed straight for their table.

“You must be Candy.” Janette held out her hand.

“Yes, nice to meet you.”
 
I shook both their hands.

“What would you like to drink?” James asked.

I didn’t know.
 
Why didn’t I know?
 
My mind went blank and I only smiled.
 
What the hell was wrong with me?

“Candy?”
 
Janette said.
 
“Have you ever had a mango cosmopolitan?”

“No, are they good?”
 
Thank you, Janette.
 
Thank you!

“Try mine,” she offered, sliding her drink over to me.

I took a sip.
 
It tasted good and prevented me from having to make a decision.

“Yum, that’s delicious.
 
I’ll take one of those.”

James flagged down a waitress.
 
“Dewar’s on the rocks and two more of those mango drinks.”

“Thank you for agreeing to meet me.
 
I do know what I like to drink, I’m just a bit nervous and I’ve put in a lot of hours this week.
 
My brain is a little fried.”
 
I shouldn’t be apologizing.
 
Linda always says not to apologize.

“Don’t sweat it.
 
Remember, we have been right where you are right now.
 
There’s no need to be nervous.”
 
Jeanette lightly touched my arm, and then retracted so as not to appear touchy-feely.

She looked so familiar.

“Well, I’m a tax preparer by day and handy-man wonder husband by night.
 
What do you do?”
 
James asked, leaning in.

“I’m an Advertising Executive.”

The waitress delivered our drinks and I wasn’t only thankful for the alcohol, but for a glass to fidget with.
 
The mango drink tasted wonderful.
 
I made a mental note to sip and not gulp the drink.

“And Jeanette, what do you do?”

I must have hit a nerve, because she shifted in her chair and gave James a rotten look.
 
“I’m in the legal field.”

I snickered.
 
“Well, since lawyers love to brag about what they do, you must be a judge and worry about that freaking people out.”

Jeanette smiled and nodded.

“And I thought I recognized you.
 
I think you were the judge in my divorce case.
 
Don’t worry, my divorce was settled fairly.”
 
Jeanette looked much younger while not behind the bench in a large black robe.
 
It was surprising how young and vibrant she looked sitting here next to me, dressed to kill.

“Thank you.
 
I never would have recognized you.
 
You’ve made quite the transformation.
 
Kudos to you!”

“Thanks.
 
I can’t take credit though.
 
Thanks to my best friend, I now have a personal shopper who aggressively threw me at a hair stylist and one of those people who torture you with wax and tweezers.
 
That and actually having gratifying sex has done wonders.”

Things that have been said cannot be –unsaid.

James and Janette both chuckled.
 
I broke the ice.
 
In my head, I was doing a happy dance.

Three drinks later I was touching Janette as much as she was touching me.
 
James had taken a few stabs at rubbing my thigh discreetly.

“I think we could probably use a less public venue, and if I don’t get a smoke in soon, I’m probably going to punch the guy behind us who keeps bumping into me.”
 
Courage was on my side.
 
It surprised me, but it was there.

“Where would you like to go?”
 
James asked.
 
“We leave that completely up to you.”

“Your place, but I need to step outside and have a cigarette first.
 
I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without one.
 
I’m in full nic-fit at the moment.”
 
God, I had to kick the habit.
 
I didn’t smoke that much but while drinking, I could chain smoke.

“No need, James smokes in the car and so can you.
 
That is unless you drove, you can follow us.”

“No, I took a cab.
 
I never drink and drive.
 
That’s how I lost my father, so… for me it’s a cab.
 
It’s always a cab.”

James and Jeanette gave each other a sideways glance.
 
James paid the tab and we went to the car.
 
A beamer’s lights blinked in the parking lot.
 
Of course two people with six figure incomes have a beamer.

We made small talk on the way to their home, which was in a large gated community.
 
I could fit my apartment in each house at least half a dozen times.
 
The houses were enormous.

James pulled in past the house on a driveway that went on the left side of the house.
 
There was another entry door that looked like the front door on the side of the house.
 
There was a stone arched canopy that went over the drive, shielding the car from the neighbor’s view.
 

I liked the amount of privacy they were providing.

“We have kids.
 
This part of the house is not connected to the main house at all, with the exception of the duct work and plumbing.
 
It is also sound proofed.”
 
Jeanette
 
explained as James parked the car.
 
“And, you can smoke in there as well.”

“But won’t it make the main house stink?”
 
I asked.

“Not with the filtration system I have,” James bragged.

They walked me inside.
 
It looked like a high end apartment, complete with kitchen and bathroom, with one exception.
 
There was no living room or bedroom.
 
There was one large room with a bed in the center, a sex swing in the corner and some of the weirdest looking chairs I had ever seen.

“Come with me,” Jeanette motioned.
 

I followed her to a cabinet in the far corner of the room.
 
“There are all sorts of lingerie here, completely new.
 
Please find something you like.
 
You can use the bathroom to change.”

Unsure of what to do, I looked through the lingerie for a few minutes.
 
Should I be offended that she just led me to a rack full of revealing clothes and assume I would just put it on?
 
How presumptuous?
 
Of course, the reason for our meeting was clear and it was my suggestion to come here.
 
Who has their own sex den built into their house?
 
What would Linda say?
 
Linda would probably tell me that I came here for a reason and that reason was clear to me, James and Jeanette.
 
Any trepidation I felt was only my own baggage and that’s what therapy was supposed to help me overcome.

I had to stop obsessing.
 
I came here for pleasure.
 
I picked a red and black see through nightie.
 
They were about to see me butt-ass naked, so why not?

“Do you enjoy wearing thigh highs?”
 
James asked.

My heart skipped a little and I glanced at Jeanette.
 
I was biting my lip.

“It’s okay.
 
Tonight I share him.
 
You don’t have to look to me for approval.”

James stepped in closer, putting his hand on the small of my back.
 
“I like thigh highs on a woman.
 
I find them incredibly sexy.
 
It would make me very happy if you would grab a pair of black thigh highs.”

I swallowed hard.
 
“Thigh highs are fine.”

Jeanette went to the wardrobe and pulled a pair out of the drawer, still in the wrapper and handed them to me.

“We will change while you’re in the bathroom.
 
Then we will take some time to sit together before anything starts.
 
There is no rush and we still have no expectations.
 
You can say no at any time.
 
Now, would you like a drink?”
 

She smelled sweet and she was very kind.
 
Jeanette was very good at making me feel more comfortable.

“A drink sounds great.
 
I’ll go change.”
 
I winked at her and retreated to the bathroom.
 
I stood there looking at myself in the mirror.
 
Part of me wanted to laugh, the other part wanted to bolt for the door and run home.
 

But there was a horny couple in the other room.
 
They had been kind and I felt at ease with them.
 
I enjoyed sex with men and I had enjoyed the feel of a woman.
 
Watching others also aroused me.
 
All of that was waiting for me on the other side of the bathroom door.

I smelled the aroma of cigar faintly through the bathroom door.
 
They had changed and were kicking back and relaxing already.
 
Pulling my clothes off, I slipped into the nightie and thong it came with, and then pulled on the thigh highs.
 
I wondered if I should put my boots back on.
 
They were purple and matched my dress, but not the red and black I was currently wearing.
 
So I left them under the table in the bathroom, folded my dress neatly and put it on top, tucking my panties in one boot.

I looked in the mirror one last time, pushed up the boobs then turned the knob.

“Very nice!”
 
Jeanette clapped.
 
“I was hoping you would choose the red.
 
I love red and black together.
 
It’s so sultry.”
 
She handed me a martini glass containing a pink looking liquid.
 
“It’s a passion fruit martini.
 
If you don’t like it, I can make you something else.
 
I’m quite the mixologist and we have a fully stocked bar.”