Doing A Carol 7
Dear Diary.
It’s been nearly a week since that party and what went on afterwards and things are back to usual. Well, sort of.
I’ve been mostly working from home this week doing some online research in to a new line of products. And in my Essex store we’ve been busy dressing harrased and excitable ladies as there’s a few local parties and functions coming up and they all want to look their best.
The golf and tennis clubs are having their annual dinner and dance functions, as well as a celebrity promised charity ball being held at a local hotel and gardens. So anyone who is anyone that’s attending all three of these events will need to have a different gown and it’s my job to make sure that no one turns up in the same outfit.
Luckily for me, I have my outfits already as Maisy has come up with some incredible designs. They’re all originals and have been made especially for me.
They’re not fancy in anyway, as I don’t do fancy, so my gowns are simple and classic in design, yet embellished with a splash of beading.
I haven’t stocked Maisy’s collection in my Essex store yet as I want to test them out and see what the sales are like in my Surrey store.
So far the figures look promising and Maisy is causing a stir by bringing in new customers and making my old customers spend more.
With my own gowns ready, covered and stored away and my hair and nails appointment is booked, it’s back to work to pay for all this glamour.
Sara sent a message to apologise for her walking out of the party and I said not to worry.
She said that Michael always embarrasses her in one way or another and I told her not to worry as we didn’t mind and that I couldn’t remember most of what he did. I lied. I said, what I can recall, we thought it was funny and she was ok with that.
Sara can be a bit uptight like that and worry what people think of her. I’ve learnt not to be bothered so much. Yes I have a standard and an appearance to maintain, but to be concerned about stuff that I can’t control, I’m not going to carry any unnecessary baggage as people have their own troubles than to worry about me.
Michael messaged me in the week to see if I was alright. I acted casual and answered as normal as possible, trying not give him anymore leeway or excuses for another online session.
It was fun, but that had caused me too much anxiety, especially when I arrived home and saw poor Jerry watching the football on our big screen in our games room.
Pleased to see me, Jerry gave me a hug and we chatted about the weekend and the party. He asked if I had fun and bought anything. I said I won a finger size vibrator and showed him my black basque and stockings.
He looked as if his pecker had pricked up and deemed more interested than usual.
He’s not seen me in anything like that so I guess his interest was aroused. I’m sure Michael would love to see me walk about in my new lingerie, bending over for him provocatively so that he could seductively stroke my black seemed stockings clad legs.
Jerry, on the other hand would be happy watching his beloved sports or have his head buried deep in his account books
I mustn’t complain as he’s very caring and gives me anything that I need. I can’t ask for more.
The only thing missing is the great sex we used to have. Now it’s scheduled in our diaries as we’re both busy. But I don’t think it will be scheduled in this diary. If so, they’d be nothing to write about.
Now if it were Michael…
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