I removed my blazer and unzipped my slim yet professional black dress. I slid it down my shoulder, and it clumped into a wet pile on the floor.
I caught sight of myself in the mirror and gave in to my vanity. I may not have enjoyed every part of myself, but the parts I saw I liked. I didn’t have model-level skin, but it looked quite smooth with its rich chocolate color. I started doing model poses and came to the conclusion that it wasn’t as hard as it looked. My black lace panties did an amazing job of accentuating my hips, and they went well with my black bra that squeezed me in just the right ways. But, there were few things better than taking it off at the end of the day.
I removed what little of my clothing remained and examined myself further. Shoulder-length black hair flowed over my shoulders and frizzed up because of the rain. My soft features and high cheekbones gave my face a thin profile. I pursed my lips and laughed at my silly poses before settling back on the bed. I felt too lazy to put anything on and just settled under the covers.
Then I heard the front door slam open, and raucous laughter filled the entryway. Considering how thick my door was, I couldn’t help but be interested in what was going on.
I pressed my ear to the door to try to hear, and the first voice I heard was Tom’s.
“Deborah, tell me, am I striking out here?”
“I don’t think you can strike out. I think you’re about to hit a home run tonight,” the woman said.
And then another woman spoke. “Come on, Tom, I wanna see what the pool looks like. I brought my swimsuit just for you.”
“Jen, I don’t see how you can fit a swimsuit in that tiny purse,” Tom said.
“Trust me, you’ll like what you see.”
I had to see what was going on, as I had never been up while he was in the middle of one of his trysts. I cracked the door to my room, which let out a small creak as it slid open, and started to tiptoe down the hall.
Looking out over the foyer, I saw one girl already hoisting her incredibly small dress off her tiny frame, showing off her model-sized assets. I sneered at her skinny frame and wished I could at least have a slimmer physique.
The other girl was leading Tom toward the back of the house and out of sight. Tom didn’t really show much trepidation as they went, and he seemed quite excited.
I knew I should stop, but my curiosity and intoxication led me forward still. I crept down the stairs while trying my best to keep an eye on the trio. Tom pointed them toward the pool and I continued to follow just a corridor behind them, trying my best to keep out of sight.
The women, now naked, climbed into the pool, and Tom grabbed another drink from the decanter nearby. He looked down the hall, and I ducked behind a doorway. As I turned to look back into the pool room, my gaze was met by Tom, who was now standing right beside me.
I was spellbound by his stare, and he had a drunken smile on his face. He gave me a look up and down.
“Nia, are you aware that you’re naked?” he asked.
You could probably have boiled water on my cheeks, I was so incredibly embarrassed. I did my best to cover myself up, but it wasn’t much of a relief.
“If you want to go for a swim, the pool is open, and it’s apparently clothing optional,” he said while stripping off his shirt.
I didn’t have any response; I just wanted to be back in bed and forget this had happened.
“Okay, I can see I’ve embarrassed you. Let’s just say that I’m too drunk to remember anything and you can head off to bed. Does that sound okay?” he said.
I nodded and started backing away down the hall. His eyes never left me, nor my body, and I wanted to slap him for staring, but at the same time, it was my mistake.
I nearly lost my footing on the carpet and caught myself with my hands, giving him another eyeful. While I was incredibly embarrassed, I did feel at least a little flattered that he wanted to stare at me instead of the women in the other room. So I slowed my pace and let him stare as I walked off with the sexiest walk I could muster.
I heard his footsteps follow me for a moment before stopping as I made my way upstairs. I felt a little flush when I closed the door to my room; I felt like being naughty.
The alcohol was catching up with me, and I sprawled out in bed. The silk sheets I had grown accustomed to would be my only comfort of the night. Still, I felt much better about myself.
****
I dressed sensibly the next morning, throwing my wet things over the shower in my bathroom and feeling much better after the rest. I journeyed through the halls toward the kitchen downstairs, but it felt oddly empty this morning.
The chef was nowhere to be found, and neither were Brent nor Magda, the maid. I hunted through the house to see where everyone was and found only Tom sitting in a deck chair in the pool room. The room was empty save for him. The girls who had been here last night had left no trace.