Visiting Mrs Reubens

The next day, the Toad turned up precisely on time and pushed her buzzer. Mrs Reubens buzzed him in and slightly flushed and out of breath, he arrived at her front door where he was led into a respectable conservative, if fairly drab apartment. Mrs Reubens was alone, dressed in a sweater and loose black pants. The toad looked her over critically - medium height, long wavy blonde hair, medium-ish boobs. She looked like she was dressed for an office in 1978. He guessed she must be early 40s. His research had already shown him that she was widowed some 8 years earlier and that Ben, her 18-year-old only son, was in prison. Perfect!

He looked her up and down once more disapprovingly, then stepped past her into the lounge area and sat down uninvited on a velour sofa.

Mrs Reubens for her part took an instant dislike to her visitor. He was distinctly unattractive, true, but it was more than that. He had a slightly repulsive attitude and every time he looked at her she felt violated, his gaze hanging too long on her breasts as if he were assessing a piece of meat. He was wearing an open-necked shirt and pair of slacks and carried a small briefcase. She swallowed her revulsion though and reminded herself that Ben had insisted he could help, so she was determined to get what she could from him.

"Can I get you anything Mr Todd?"

"No thank you. I'm quite fine." He looked at her critically. "Those pants won't do", he said, "do you have a skirt you could wear?"

"Uh, yes. I guess. Do you think it's important?"

"Vitally!" he said.

"Hold on," I'll get changed quick.

She wasn't sure she was keen on him criticizing her clothing choices, but she dashed from the room, relieved to be out of his sight at least, and began rummaging in her wardrobe before retrieving a knee-length black pencil skirt. That should do, she thought. Formal enough. She would have thought her pants were ok though and wondered where they were going that she needed to look the part. Some court office maybe? She quickly unzipped and stepped out of the pants then grabbed a pair of boots that would go with the skirt too and got them on first. Marcella had only just put her feet in the skirt and began pulling it up towards her ass when she looked around and saw him standing in the doorway.

He watched her without indicating that there was anything wrong with him coming to spy on her changing into the skirt. What the fuck!? "Jee... Do you mind?" she said hurriedly pulling the skirt up.

"Is that the best you've got?" he said, indicating the skirt.

"Yes. I, Look, can you wait through there!" she said, angry and trying to restrain herself. Benny had been insistent on getting this guy's help or she would have thrown the creepy bastard out in seconds.

He shrugged and sloped off back to her lounge.

A minute later and she had composed herself once more and stepped out.

"I suppose that'll have to do", he said disparagingly, then added "Do you have a darker lipstick?"

"Lipstick? Why? What are you saying? Where the hell are we going" she started and this time she was going to lose it. What was this creep trying to do? She was interrupted though by his phone ringing before she could object.