Lady In The House Ch. 13

I stepped into a black satin full-slip, my body tingling at the feel of the slip on my bare skin and the whisper of the lace hem on my stocking encased legs. I stepped into a navy-blue pin-striped pencil skirt, closed the zipper on the side, adjusted the waist and pulled the hem of the skirt down over the lacy hem of my slip. The skirt was tight around my buttocks and thighs and there was a split in the back that came up to mid-thigh; the hem of the skirt rested six inches above my knees. If the skirt wasn't so tight and didn't have the back-split it would almost have been modest.

Next I buttoned myself into the pure white, long-sleeved, satin blouse and tucked it into the waistband of my skirt. I sat on the cot and stepped into a pair of black eight-inch heel patent leather pumps. I opened a little felt-lined drawstring bag and as I guessed, it contained jewellery. I slipped a gold anklet over my right ankle and admired the way the fine gold chain glittered against my sheer black stockings. I clipped on a pair of gold drop earrings and put two gold bangles on each of my wrists. I fumbled with the clasp of a gold chain necklace until it was fastened around my neck.

I stood up and looked in the mirror and carefully fitted the jet-black wig. The fringe rested on my eyebrows and the bob sat on my shoulders. I combed out the wig and noticed it had subtle red streaks which highlighted it superbly. Finally, I donned a pin-striped navy-blue jacket which matched my skirt. It was tight and clinched at the waist; the sleeves were cut short enough to show off some blouse cuff and my gold bangles.

I looked like a businesswoman; or an executive secretary who unfortunately had acquired the dress-sense of a trollop. I would look quite presentable in any boardroom if the skirt wasn't so tight and split up the back, if the jacket wasn't so figure hugging, if my heels weren't so high, if my hosiery wasn't so lewd, if my makeup wasn't so heavy. If! If! If! If! If!

There was no doubt to me that Carmel had carefully selected this outfit; in fact I hazarded a guess that someone (the Warden?) had specifically asked for a certain look. I kicked off my high-heels and climbed carefully up onto my cot and stood up on it so that I could see as of much of myself as possible in the small wall-mounted mirror.