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🕑 Added 2020-12-28 19:33:41 +0000 UTCTommy arrived at work the next day with no intention of going out with Jill, in the young man’s mind the thought of parading around the centre city with the other secretaries was probably the last thing in the world he wanted to do with his Friday evening, but Jill, unfortunately, had other ideas. After a disapproving look at his outfit mid-morning, which was similar to the previous day attire, a knee-length pencil skirt and long sleeve blouse, Tommy tried to avoid her for the rest of the day. It was an hour before the office closed for the week when she approached him and she didn’t look happy, “Tammy, I thought I told you to show a little more skin in the office, you won’t get anywhere dressing so conservatively, and I hope you’ve brought a change of clothes for later”?
Tommy felt nervous in her presence but tried to not to let it show, “yeah, about that, I’m not going to be able to make it out later”, he replied.
“Oh no you don’t, the girls and I are looking forward to getting to know you, so unless someone has died, you’re coming end of story”. Jill said forcefully.
“I really appreciate the offer Jill but going out drinking is not really my thing”, Tommy lied.
“Come now Tammy, you expect me to believe that a pretty young thing like you, with your bleached blonde barbie girl look, flirty lashes, and those pouty lips, doesn’t like a night out, ha. Now listen, I’m trying to help you here, but if you don’t want to be my friend, I can make life very difficult for you here, one word to Miss Terry and you won’t be back here next week, is that what you want”? Jill said now looking angry.
Tommy looked worried, being a secretary was not exactly his dream job, but he needed the money to be able to save enough to get away from his crazy sisters, “No, I…, I…, need this job, of course, I want to be your friend”, he replied through gritted teeth.
Jill smiled, “Great, so what will it be? Are you coming out tonight”?
“Yes, I’ll come”, Tommy said as he lowered his head in defeat, “but I didn’t bring anything to wear”.
“Don’t you worry about that blondie, I’m sure we can find you something, meet us in the toilets after closing, the girls all get ready together, no one can ever decide what to wear so there should be some spare outfits that will suit you”. And with that Jill, turned and sauntered away on her heels, leaving Tommy feeling like he had just been hit by a truck.
Later that evening
“Come on Tam Tam, stop pouting and hurry up will you”, Jill shouted from in front of him.
Tommy was fed up as he tried to balance on his ridiculously tall sparkly pumps, they had only been out for two hours and having been dragged along to three separate bars already, his feet were killing him, “coming”, he shouted back realising the girls had all stopped and were waiting for him.
He lifted the top of his fur coat back over his shoulder having stopped to adjust his tight bra, which was pushing his fake bosom together giving him an impressive cleavage. He wrapped the warm fur around his body once again concealing the little black dress with its indecently short skirt, so short the tops of his patterned stockings were constantly on show as the hem of the tiny minidress kept riding up his legs with every tiny mincing step he took.
Feeling utterly uncomfortable out in the city dressed like some blonde bimbo looking to get laid, he took a deep breath and trotted over to join the other girls, who were dressed in outfits similar to his.
Their destination was a rather swanky bar full of people dressed in expensive clothes with money to burn. After dropping off their coats, Tommy led by Jill arrived at the bar and picked up a cocktail menu, with his long acrylic nails, flicked through the first few pages and was astonished by the prices, “Jill, I can’t afford this place, I only got a few pounds in my purse.
“Oh, Tam Tam, you’re so funny, girls dressed like us don’t buy our own drink, you have so much to learn, ok, lesson time, watch”, Jill said scanning the room.
Tommy looked on in amazement as Jill, took a step to her left, stumbled and fell into a smartly dressed young man stood by the bar, “oh, I’m so sorry, it’s these new shoes”, she said, slowly running her hand across the young man’s chest, batting her eyelashes seductively and lifting one leg up to give him a view of her tall platform heels.
The man smiled, “It’s no problem, and yeah I can see walking being a problem in those, they sure are high, but you look fabulous in them, my name’s Connor”, the man said looking down at her sexy legs.
“Jill, nice to meet you Connor, yeah I’m still getting used to the height, but my friend Tammy here convinced me to wear them, she’s a bit of a pro having trained as a dancer for years, you should see how flexible she is, Tammy come and meet Connor and show him your shoes”. Jill said as she turned to the stunned looking Tommy.
Tommy tottered up closer to Jill and lifted one leg just like Jill had done moments earlier feeling completely emasculated showing off his sparkly party shoes.
Connor leaned over to take a look, starting at his feet, and slowly scanning upwards before his eyes stopped staring at his cleavage. “Nice to meet you Tammy, don't you look stunning tonight”?
Tommy blushed thanking Connor for the compliment as Jill once again took the lead, so what do you boys do”? she said looking over at the three other men in Connor’s group standing by the bar.
“We’re footballers”, Connor answer proudly.
“Wow, that’s amazing, I’ve never met a famous person before”, Jill said lying.
“We’re out celebrating, that’s Keano on the end, Adi in the middle and this here’s Dom”, Connor said introducing the group and putting his arm around the man to his left”, Dom’s going to be the next big star, he just made his debut for the team today and scored a worldie”.
The group looked over smiling again making Tommy uncomfortable the way they were looking at him, as the barman popped up, “so, who’s next he said”?
Connor obviously the dominant member of the group took the lead, “four bottles of pale ale and whatever these lovely ladies would like”. He said to the barman and smiling at Jill.
Jill thanked him and called over the rest of the girls, ordered a round of fancy cocktails and gave Tommy a knowing look, he had to hand it to her, as manipulative and brassy as she was, she knew what she wanted and how to get it.
As the group mingled, Dom approached Tommy and they started talking, Dom was easy to talk to and as soon as Dom found out Tommy knew his stuff when it came to football, they chatted away like old friends as the drinks flowed and the hours past.
Two hours later, tipsy and having learnt all about how disciplined a footballer had to be to make it to the top of the game, Tommy found himself sat on a sofa sandwiched between Dom and Adi as he felt a hand place itself on his upper leg, suddenly snapping out of his drunken stupor he felt Dom’s strong fingers caressing his inner thigh and playing with one of his stocking tops.
Looking down he saw both of his stocking tops exposed as his silky dress had ridden up almost to the point of flashing his silky panties to the whole bar, panicked he tried to move the hand away, but just ended up holding Dom’s hand instead as he was too weak to remove it from its position between his legs. “err…, Dom where’s Jill”? he asked.
Relax babe, she went off with Connor a while back, but I’m here, I’ll look after you”, he said bringing his other hand up and running it through Tommy’s long platinum hair.
“What? She left, what about the other girls, I was with”? He replied, trying to shuffle back but unable to move, sandwiched between the two men.
“No idea babe, gone too I think, god you're sexy”, the drunken footballer said, leaning in and pressing his lips against Tommy’s.
In a state of shock, Tommy opened his eyes wide and looked at the stupid face Dom was pulling as he felt the man’s tongue slip into his mouth, “Get the fuck off me”, Tommy yelled, pulling away and raking his nails across Dom’s face, drawing blood from his cheek.
“Ow! What the fuck? you bitch", Dom screamed pulling away sharply, rubbing his hand along his face, leaving a few spots of blood in his fingers, “Oh fuck no, my face, I’ve got a shaving commercial on Monday, my agent is going to kill me”, he said angrily.
Tommy leapt to his feet, stumbled on his heels, and fell into a group of people, who didn’t seem too happy to have a drunken blonde ploughed into them, spilling their drinks all over the floor, “sorry, sorry”, Tommy muttered as he regained his footing and located the exit which he then ran towards it as fast as his 6-inch platforms would allow.
He was two streets away and completely exhausted by the time he stopped running, he leaned on a wall to catch his breath only to realise he was now alone in the centre of the city, without his coat. He ran his fingers through his hair and brought his hands down to cover his face, “fuck”, he screamed as he felt goosebumps appear on his exposed arms and shoulders, and looked down at his towering heels, which would make it impossible to walk home on.
He felt like crying as he slumped against the wall, how had he ended up here? Why was everyone trying to ruin his life?
He was startled by a voice, “Hi, are you ok”? One of the women asked concerned. Tommy looked up to see two women looking at him, who had stopped seeing a young lady in distress.
“No”, Tommy replied in a small sad voice.
“Oh, it’s ok sweety, can we do anything for you? Do you want us to call the police”?
“No, Tommy announced quite forcefully, the last thing he needed was to explain the situation he was into the police, “sorry, I don’t need the police, I’ve just had a bad night”.
“Ok, but can we call someone for you, maybe your parents”?
Tommy looked down seeing his handbag somehow still hanging on his arm, “thank you but I have my phone, I’ll be ok”.
“Ok, you take care of yourself though, it’s like minus two out here tonight you’re going to freeze to death without a coat”, the woman said before walking away with her friend down the street, looking back occasionally to see if he was ok.
Shivering Tommy, fumbled with the zip of his handbag, cursing his long nails, not for the first time before managing to grip the zipper between the nail protruding from his thumb and index fingers, he located his phone, unlocked it and then froze. Who was he going to call? He couldn’t call his sisters, he would never hear the end of it, that only left only him with two options.
1. Call Henry
2. Call Maddison
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