(the title is crap, I know it is but I couldn't think of anything) Now I call it
"Discovering Andi"Slowly I pulled tight the cords that cinched up the cloth corset, black in the herring bone style. It squeezed my thick middle together making it hard to breath. But as I tried to tie it in back I couldn't help but notice how pronounced it made my heavy breasts. They have always been an asset but now it was like they were on a platter waiting to be served. Turning to the side I finally got a decent bow to hold in the laces and I stood there for a moment to admire how it made me look in the full length mirror. My tummy was flattened, my boobs jutted out over the top, the cloth of the blouse the only thing restraining the avalanche that was my bosom. 'God, my butt looks huge in this' I thought to myself. "Well, hopefully the skirt will cover it." I said to the empty Attic room. "Go as a Pirate Maiden." my voice hi pitched, mocking Chrissie who told me about the Halloween party last week. 'Why couldn't I just dress as me' I thought. But here I was in my grandma's old attic in great-grandma's trunk. I had cut the bussle off the skirt and cut it and the petticoats short to mid-thigh and now it flared out. Stepping in I pulled it over my rump and fastened it. My butt still looked big but now you just thought it was the cloths. "Great! It does make my butt look fat." Looking in the mirror again though I didn't look bad at all. Black hosiery would finish it off and Oui-la. Looking at my watch, I realized I was already late and grabbed the hose and shoes and headed out.
Chrissie met me on the street outside the house were the party was. "Chrissie, this is a Frat house!" I said shocked, college was a long time ago for me.
“Don’t worry,” she slurred, oh God she was already drunk, “It’s a mixed crowd. A few of these guys were interns during the summer, so we know some of them and there’s people from the office besides us.”
“Great, young people I don’t know and people from work that ignore us.” I said but Chrissie was dragging me along and didn’t hear me. The place was filled with people, college kids, and young professionals near their thirties. I swear I saw a professor...or it was somebody’s dad. My outfit was warm in this crowd of people. Someone took my hat, which really I didn’t mind and I gave up on the play sword and left it in the car. So I just kind of looked like a serving wench. Drink in hand we mingled until I lost Chrissie. My butt was felt up and every guy and a few girls ogled my chest and GOD it was hot. Finding a basement door I heard music down there and figured it had to be cooler than upstairs, so gingerly in high heels I stepped into the dim basement to find a less crowded party but just as lively. Couples were in corners rubbing against each other and kissing and I could smell the pot that was being passed. A contact buzz was definitely a possibility.
Leaning against the homemade bar I got refilled on my rum with just a splash of coke.
“Well hello” came a deep voice next to me as I rubbed my temples. Opening and looking I saw a face in the haze. Bronzed skin and a thin beard came to focus deep set eyes and hair near black. I knew that face it was familiar.
“Steve? Accounts payable” I guessed.
He smiled easily, “Warehouse manager”, he corrected “but close enough. A serving wench next to a bar.” He pointed out. “Appropriate”.
“I’m supposed to be a pirate queen. Someone took my hat” I said as a meek excuse. Steve was dressed from work; white shirt, sleeves rolled up, no tie. “No costume?” I tried to accuse.
He just chuckled “It’s enough to be me” he said confidently.
And he was, God the man radiated confidence, quiet steadfast assurance that he knew who he was and what his place was in the universe. ‘Why was he just warehouse manager’ I thought. Suddenly I felt nervous, small next to this man who kept his attention right at my eyes. My overflowing cleavage inches below my face and he stared into my soul instead.
“You look hot in here. Let me take you somewhere else.” Steve said and held out his hand waiting for mine before I could answer. I didn’t resist. Hell, I didn’t even answer. I just gave him my hand and let him lead me away.
p.s. all I got so far. just started
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