Shopping

Jo was waiting for Sarah in a cafe. When a glamour model came up to her she stared blankly at her for a moment until it suddenly clicked who it was "Sarah, holy fucking shit look at you" she stood up and greeted her with a kiss, Jo looking every bit the wife of a wealthy executive and Sarah looking like the sexy girlfriend of a wealthy executive. "What the hell are you doing to yourself?"

Over coffee the old friends spoke and Sarah was entirely candid with Jo. She knew the secret so there was nothing to hide. She explained in detail Tom's fetish and how her behaviour was feeding into it and how much she was enjoying herself both in the physical sense of being pleasured by Jim which Jo was eager to have many details on and the mental empowerment that teasing Tom and thinking of ways to **** him gave her.

Jo was enthralled by what Sarah was telling her "So let me get this straight" said Jo "After all that you are now turning yourself into Jim's ideal woman to please Jim and **** Tom?"

Sarah shrugged "I don't know if I'm aiming to be his ideal woman as much as I'm trying to be the kind of woman he enjoys fucking. I'm already married I don't need Jim for that. I need Jim to fuck me and come up with these exciting little games for me to torment Tom with."

"So you thought 'I know who'll know where to get all the sluttiest clothes, Jo'."

Sarah laughed "You might be a classy bitch now but you weren't when I first knew you."

Jo sipped her drink and smiled to herself "True. I wasn't shy was I?"

"I'm not judging. I had Tom if I didn't I might have dressed like you for the attention."

"They boys were always looking at you, you were too goodie two shoes to notice. I had to do something to get the attention."

"I don't remember you struggling to get boys to take you home."

"I did take a lot home didn't I?"

"Oh yea. I'm just a late bloomer. All my friends had slutty pasts so it's my turn now."

"Well you were right to come to me. Let me teach you how to spend a wealthy man's money in a way that will make him want to give you more."

The boutiques they headed to were alien places to Sarah. Her previous style meant she was used to alternative places with quirky, kitsch style or fairly ordinary high street shops. These were places with white walls and sparsely filled racks and beautiful, aloof shop assistants. Jo was in her element and instructed the assistants with practised ease and Sarah soon found herself enshrined in the changing room being passed things. From shop to shop it continued.

"Oh my god it's so revealing."

"Really, without the bra? But my nipples will be so obvious."

"It's so bright, doesn't it come in a dark colour?"

"You could kill a man with the heel on this."

"It's a good Job I don't have any pubes, this wouldn't cover them."

"Can you even call that a dress? There more skin than some swimsuits. What do you mean wait until we get to Bikinis?"

They made a couple of trips back to Sarah's car to release the burden of bags. Then Jo led her down a less trodden street.

"Where are we going now?" asked Sarah

"Sex shop" said Jo matter of factly.

"Right? I mean I have a very nice dildo and vibrators and you know you can get porn on the internet these days."

"We are clothes shopping. This shop has quite the selection of clothes in more alternative materials."

"And how do you know about this place. You aren't the only one who's married to a man with unusual tastes. Phil has quite the thing for PVC. A bit tamer than Tom perhaps but most men seem to have their vices."

Several heavy bags later the two women walked out. Jo had treated herself to something as well and Sarah suspected that Phil was in for a good night.

Their final stop was a cheap clothing chain. "What are we doing here?" asked Sarah

Jo smiled knowingly "Not every item you buy has to be designer and in some cases it works well to look cheap. We'll pick up some low quality vest tops for starters. That cheap fabric is so thin after all."

The car was so full Sarah was going to struggle to see out of the rear view mirror on the way home.

"You are welcome to come to mine for dinner if you fancy. It's been fun hanging out" offered Jo.

Sarah leaned against the car "No, sorry I have my hair and nail appointment soon."

Jo looked at Sarah seriously "Are you okay. You look a little down?"

"It's the appointment. I'm not sure I should go through with it. I got in trouble at work for my makeup and again for getting my tongue pierced so close to a shift."

"I always said you were wasted on the public sector. What's the issue?"

"I was gong to get some long nails and they won't be suitable for work. It was weird. Getting told off like that in the past would have mortified me but this time I felt like just telling them to fuck off and walking out. I didn't but still."

Jo looked thoughtful. "I would have never suggested this to you before because you were too clean cut and maybe a bit too alternative but the clinic I had my surgery done at makes a point of employing extremely beautiful nurses. I can send you the address. Just turn up and hand them your CV, If they can see you I don't think they will turn you down for an interview at least. Trust me, you would be right in their wheelhouse now."

Sarah thought about it "I don't know, maybe. Send me the details and I'll think about it but you know what fuck it. Even if I have to get a lower paying job we'll be fine. Thanks Jo." She leaned in and gave her a hug and a cheek kiss.

"Not a problem sweetie. Enjoy your appointment, you deserve it."