by Angel Steel
Chantal leaned up and kissed him on the cheek and went into the bathroom. God, how can any sane guy stand there and not get a bloody hard-on looking at her in that red nightie? He was on the verge of a heart attack. He rearranged his cock again, so it wasn’t too obvious to Craig and Skylar when he went out there. Opening the door, he noticed that there were some photos sitting on top of Skylar’s dresser. Smiling, he picked up the one of her wearing the black nightie and placed it in his pocket. He had a plan for that picture. If Nate wasn’t going to come and talk to her very soon, he was going to pull out that photo and show him.
He walked out smiling; he knew how Nate would react to that photo. Based on how he reacted when he walked into the room and saw her in that, Nate would do the same. It was going to kill him to see her in that. Laughing out loud, he made it to the lounge and waited for Chantal to come back out.
Chapter 7
Several days had passed since Skylar found Nate on his couch with Tracey. He tried to talk to her on a couple of occasions, at her letterbox, when she was getting in her car. He even tried to help her bring in her groceries, but Craig wasn’t far from her. He would cross his arms over his chest and shake his head at him. He had no choice but to back away from her and go back home. This was going to be harder than he thought. Every time he would ring her, she just hung up on him. This was starting to get to him; he had to think of a better way to do this. He wanted to sit down with her and explain what he did and what had happened. Maybe he should give it some more time and think this through properly, then he would convince her to listen to him. Hopefully that would work.
* * *
Skylar ignored Nate every chance she got. Why did he have to try and talk to her? He tried at every opportunity, and it was starting to piss her off. She didn’t want anything to do with him. Why would he think she did? Some guys just didn’t get it, but he was determined, she would give him credit for that. Chantal told her there was a party at Joey’s tomorrow night and both arranged to go. Skylar would leave around 6:00 p.m. from work and meet Chantal at her place. No one was going to be at her house until around 9:00 p.m. and Chantal was going to be with her until Craig got there. She told him that she would be finished at Stacy’s by 8:00 p.m., but that wasn’t happening.
It was all going to plan, tomorrow night she was finally going to have some fun. The only thing they had to do was pick out what they were wearing, and that was going to be for that night at a costume party at the local bar, so no one could suspect what was going on. She smiled at her plan. All she had to do now was go over her posters and flyers to make sure everything was the way she wanted it before she sent them off to the printers.
Once that was finished, she walked into her kitchen, grabbed a cold glass of water and went out onto the back veranda. She sat down on her recliner and quickly noticed the breeze was beautiful. It had been a scorcher today, and the sun was finally coming down so it was nowhere near as hot as it was earlier. She leaned back and closed her eyes to relax.
Sometime later, a noise woke her. Realising she had dozed off; she sat up and noticed it was coming from Nate’s shed. Although she didn’t want to talk to him, she really missed seeing him. Looking over towards his shed, he was bent over the hood of another car, sweat running down his shirtless muscular back, and he stood up and twirled a spanner in his hands. Turning around to grab another tool, she had a full front view of him. He grabbed a bottle of water and tipped it over his head, cooling himself down. She swallowed, watching the water running down from his shoulders over his fine chest, down over his exquisite six-pack, and all the way down to the band of his jeans. She could eat him up just at that sight; she just had to get over the past if she wanted that to happen. The sight of him dripping wet was killing her. If he was still after her, he wasn’t going to let up any time soon, and she knew full well that she would eventually give in to him, hoping she went through with it all the way to the end.
Smiling to herself, she stood and turned to go back inside to get dinner ready. Taking another glance his way, she lost her breath. Nate was watching her. He smiled softly at her and, doing the right thing, she smiled back at him. He wiped the water off his face and chest, and started to walk slowly in her direction, but she wasn’t ready yet. She backed up towards her door, shaking her head at him.
Nate stopped in his tracks and frowned at her. Nodding once at her, he walked back into his shed. Breathing out, Skylar walked inside, grateful that he respected her wishes that she wasn’t ready just yet. Once inside she decided to make spaghetti bolognaise for dinner, which was Chantal’s favourite, and she would be there in an hour. Grinning, she got to work on dinner. It was going to be one long night; she shouldn’t have gone outside and looked over when she heard something.
She wasn’t going to get enough sleep now after seeing Nate like that. Puffing out a breath, she figured it would have happened sooner or later.
When Chantal arrived at her place she told her about her day and her plans for tomorrow. After dinner they went into her room and packed a lot of clothing into a bag for tomorrow night so Chantal could take it with her in her car. After taking a well-deserved shower she jumped in to bed early as tomorrow night was going to be a big one.
* * *
Waking up the next morning Skylar was refreshed, as she finally caught up on sleep that she missed over the last week. She was excited about their plans for tonight, but she couldn’t think about that right now, she had work to do. She grabbed the boxes with the lingerie and toys, her folder with the information she needed for Stacy, and walked out to her car as she juggled the boxes she was carrying.
“Do you need some help?” Dom walked up beside her.
“Thanks, Dom.”
He grabbed the boxes from her and walked to her car. “So what was all that about the other day with the lingerie, do you two do that all the time together?” he asked, placing the boxes in her car.
“Yeah, we do it once a week, take photos of each one we try on, and then decide what our favourite is.” She smiled at him; maybe she could play a little with him. “That’s just the beginning, the fun really starts when we pull out the new sex toys, and test them out.” She had to hold back a laugh at the look on his face.
“Sex toys?” He swallowed. “You both test them, together?”
“Who else would I test them with, Dom? Chantal’s my best friend. We do everything together; the toys we tested are in one of the boxes you carried for me.”
He groaned out loud. She couldn’t do it anymore. Laughing, she told him, “I’m just playing with you, Dom. I’m a sales representative for my friend’s shop. She owns Heaven’s Touch, the adult shop across town. We try on the lingerie to find the best ones and with the sex toys we just go over them to make sure they do what they say they do, we don’t actually test them on ourselves.”
“Jesus Christ, Sky. I don’t think I have ever been as hard as I am right now, girl. That’s just cruel.”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, it was too easy, Dom,” she said with a smile.
Dom threw his arm around her shoulder, “Well just remember, darling, payback is a bitch and I will deliver.” He kissed the top of her head.
“Thanks for the help. I’ll speak to you later, Dom.”
He closed her door, “Have a good day at work, Sky.” He waved her off.
She laughed to herself. She couldn’t believe she just did that to him. She drove across town to Heaven’s Touch. Seeing Stacy would be good, she would hang up the new posters and stock the products on the hangers and stands. Then she would hang around with her until she had to go to Chantal’s in a couple of hours.
* * *
Nate had just finished the last car for today and was heading inside to wash his hands.
Drying off, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and stood at the window.
“Hey man, doing anything tonight?” Dom came in and sat at the table.
Nate turned around from where he was. “Joey just rang. He s
aid there’s a party tonight, some costume party that one of his friends is throwing at his bar. It starts at eight and he’s holding two tickets for us at the door, if we want to go. It’s invite only, so if we go we have to show them or we don’t get in,” Nate told him.
“Well, you won’t have to worry about seeing Skylar there. She doesn’t finish until ten.”
“How the hell do you know what time she finishes?” he growled.
“She told me this morning when I helped her carry some boxes to her car,” he grinned at him.
“Why did she have boxes?”
“She had stuff to take to her friend’s shop.” Dom smiled thinking about what she had told him this morning. Skylar got him with a good one.
“What’s so funny?” Nate frowned at him.
“Nothing,” changing the subject he got up and went over to his jacket. “I got something for you,” reaching into his pocket he pulled out the photo he took of Skylar wearing the black nightie. Walking over he placed it face down in front of Nate.
“What is that?” he asked.
“I got it the other day from Skylar’s house.” Dom watched Nate flip the photo over.
He stared at it and swallowed, “How the hell did you get this, Dom?” Nate stood up, his fists clenched at his side ready to knock him out. Why did he have a picture of Skylar in lingerie? Fuck, black lace was his undoing, and it made him too damn weak. She was wearing a long black lace nightie, with spaghetti straps, the slit went right up to her hip showing just enough skin. Although it was a front view shoot, you could see straight through it. Jesus Christ, what the hell was he going to do now?
“I went over there the other day to see if she was all right and to see Chantal. I ran into Craig there as well and he invited me in and said the girls were in the room. I followed him in, and lost my breath. Both of them were standing there, wearing that kind of stuff. Skylar asked me for my opinion, I gave it to her and she left, that’s it. I would never cross that line with you, Nate. I know she’s yours. I grabbed the photo when they were finished and decided to give it to you.”
Nate was going to talk to her if it was the last thing he did. “Okay, we’ll go tonight and after we come back, I’ll go over and see her.”
“It’s about time, Nate.” Dom smiled.
He wasn’t going to take no for an answer this time, she would listen to what he had to say to her.
* * *
Skylar left Stacy’s shop once her work was done. She was so excited about tonight. She was finally going out, and being herself. Once she got home, grabbing the remaining items she needed, she locked the front door, and snuck out the back. She jumped in her car and drove to Chantal’s place. Craig would be home around 9pm, she wouldn’t be there, she’d be at the bar by then.
Fifteen minutes later, she pulled up in Chantal’s driveway and walked into her house.
“You’re early,” she said.
“I told you I would be here. I wouldn’t miss it,” Skylar said.
Chantal offered her a beer, and she took a sip. Craig was staying at her place while his was getting fixed up. If he had known that Chantal and her were going to this costume party tonight, he would stop them both from going, as it wasn’t their kind of party. Grabbing their beer they went to Chantal’s room. Once in there, Chantal didn’t go for her bag, she went straight for her closet, “Tonight’s a costume party, so you need to liven up tonight,” Chantal said.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You need to loosen up, babe. All you have been thinking about is what happened last year and I know it’s hard, but you need to let go now and have fun. Having Craig there isn’t helping at all.” Looking out of her closet, she continued “Who do you think will rock up tonight when Craig finds out you’re not home? And when there, what do you want them to see, someone that always looks the same or someone taking their own life back?”
Skylar wanted her old life back, she was sick of hiding. Chantal pulled several hangers from her closet and turned back to her, “Try these on.” She tossed the clothes on the bed and went back into her closet.
Skylar looked at what she had thrown down. There was a black, red and blue pleated skirt which was really short, meaning to the top of her thighs—if she wore stockings, would show the top lace a bit. The top was a white blouse with a tight fit which she had ordered; it was one of her favourite ones. For one night, she was going to let go. If Nate by any chance was going to come looking for her, she’d make sure he would find the real her this time. “Do you have black boots, Chan?” Skylar called out.
She popped her head out with a twinkle in her eyes. “I have thick or thin heels, or flat boots. Which ones do you want, girl?”
“I’ll have the fuck me boots,” she said.
“Stockings?” Chantal asked.
Skylar nodded her head. “Fishnet.”
Chantal whistled, “Things are going to get interesting tonight.”
* * *
After Nate jumped out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out to the kitchen to grab a beer. It was only 7:30 p.m. and the party didn’t start for another half hour, but he and Dom weren’t arriving until 9:00, once it was in full swing. He always arrived later than the time anything started.
Nate had planned out what he was doing tonight; he would go to the party for an hour or so and then go to Skylar’s and have a chat with her. He wanted to apologize to her for what he did. After the fight they had, and seeing her with Craig, he thought she had moved on and didn’t want him at all. The way Skylar acted showed that she wanted him from the beginning, responding to him in every way, but then backed out at the last minute. It was damn confusing. The pizzas they ordered arrived and they sat down to eat.
During dinner his brother rang to see what he was up to. “Hey bro, what’s been happening?”
“Not much, seeing what you’re doing tonight,” his brother asked.
“Dom and I are going to Joey’s for this costume party tonight, what about you?”
“The in-laws are over for dinner. Just thought I’d check in with you. Have fun tonight and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” His brother laughed.
“Well that’s not much, bro. But I’ll try. Have a good one.”
Nate hung up his phone and went and got dressed. He pulled on his leather pants, grabbed his shirt and threw it over the couch, ready for when they walked out. They were soon leaving. Grabbing his wallet and keys, he placed them near the door and walked back to grab another beer when Craig burst through his door.
“Hey, Craig. What’s up?” he heard Dom say to him.
Craig was out of breath, sounding like he had been running. “Is she here, Dom?” Craig asked.
“Who?” Dom said with a frown.
“Skylar. She’s not at home, everything is turned off, and her car is gone.”
Nate walked in then. “I thought she was working late tonight?” he said.
“She rang and told me she was finishing around eight and then she was coming home. I had a feeling that something was up so I finished early myself. When I got home I looked around and… nothing. I called Stacy and she said that she left around six. I’ve tried her phone and Chantal’s, but no answer.”
“Where would she go? Does she know anyone else around here?” Nate asked, reaching for his phone.
“She only knows you two, me and Chantal, that I know of. I hope she is all right.” Craig was really starting to get worried. She had always answered her phone.
Nate’s phone started to ring, looking at the name on the screen. “Joey. What’s up?”
“When are you two coming down this way?” Joey asked.
“Why, does Pete need help at the door again?” he said, smiling and looking over at Dom, who rolled his eyes.
“No, that’s not what I’m ringing for, Nate.”
“Well, what is it then, Joey? Spit it out.”
“Well, you know about this party tonight, and you know how the boys get wh
en there is fresh meat around. They just can’t help themselves.”
“Yeah, I know how they act, man. They take what they want and don’t give a shit what the girl says.” Nate had no clue why Joey was saying this to him. He knew what they were like.
“There is definitely fresh meat tonight, and the two they’re interested in right now are Skylar and Chantal, although they have no idea what is going on right now, so I think you two need to get down here quick,” Joey said.
Nate felt sick in his gut, “We’re on our way, keep an eye on them.”
“Will do, but hurry the fuck up man. I can’t take them all on.” Joey hung up.
Nate grabbed his shirt and threw it on, grabbing his wallet and keys next.
