lisa (1)

Lisa was a girl we had met, who had served us drinks the night before at the small bistro. It was an instant connection. She said she liked Catherine’s leather, and one thing led to another. Lisa had agreed to come for a drink at my apartment.

Lisa showed up in a tight, red top and short black skirt. Catherine had on a red vinyl dress. Red lipstick. Red fishnet stockings with a wide lace band that showed when she bent and sat. Red patent leather platform shoes.

Catherine looked at Lisa then looked at her nails nervously. Lisa was a few years younger than Catherine, maybe 30, slim and athletic, with short dark reddish brown hair. Her nipples showed through her red top.

I had told Catherine that Lisa would be nervous, but she wasn’t. The younger woman’s eyes looked up and down Catherine’s body as she stood there, her feet together. Then she spoke. “Very pretty. Very sexy. Very sexy, Catherine.”

Catherine blushed.

I motioned to a chair for Lisa to sit in. I nodded to the glasses of wine I had poured, for Catherine to take the tray and pass them around. She walked between us in her short flared vinyl red dress, aware that she looked garish and cheap, enjoying it. Her legs looked perfect. Once she had passed the wine I told her to come and stand between my chair and Lisa’s. “So Lisa, do you like Catherine's dress?”

Lisa looked at it. She extended her fingers and took the hem, rubbing it between her fingers. “Yes, it is so sexy. Do you feel sexy in it, Catherine?”

I pointed to Catherine’s shoes, red patent leather, and they went through the same ritual. “They are so sexy,” Lisa said, “Do you feel sexy in them, Catherine?” Then her stockings. Then her lipstick. Then her toenails. Catherine had to show each feature off as Lisa asked the same questions and made the same comments over and over.

Catherine then got us another glass of wine, and I asked her to sit down.