Possession (Part 6, page 1 of 1)

That evening, I dressed to kill.

I wore a dress that clung to my curves, purple in colour , with a deep scooped neck that showed off my breasts, which were undoubtedly my best feature!!

It clung tightly to my behind as well and I thought of Harold who had sworn that it was heavy , sexy and the shapeliest behind he had seen. I smiled as I thought of Harold. He’d promised me the earth and then vanished.

The dress was off shoulder and as I applied my makeup, I couldn’t help wondering whether I was doing the right thing. Shrugging away my trepidations, I went on. Finishing with a pair dangerous looking stilettos.

I surveyed myself in the mirror approvingly. Not Bad, Girl, I told myself and stepping out into the cold night , I hailed a cab.