Diva in Disguise Chapter 5

The stranger Karen had referred to was seated at the other end of the counter and, turning my head slightly, I could see he was giving me his undivided attention. I quickly turned back but not before I saw out of the tail of my eye, the man straighten his tie and get up off his stool. Sure enough, I was about to be hit on! As he walked over towards me the humour of the situation broke through the cloud of my anxiety. What the poor sap didn’t realise was that he was about to make his play for an eighteen-year-old boy. He might just be due a surprise or two! I tried to hide my mirth over the idea as he approached.

“Did anyone ever tell you what a pretty smile you have?” was the guy’s opening gambit.

Actually, it was all I could do to keep from dissolving into laughter. “Drinking alone is no fun at all. Can I order you another? Yes? The same again for this pretty lady, if you please, Alma.”

I had taken an incautious gulp of my drink to cover my hilarity and was unable to speak. He interpreted my silence as a welcome. “Those are such pretty shoes” was his excuse for staring at my legs. “They match that beautiful gown you’re wearing.”

Gown?

“What there is of it!” I quipped, probably a bit too loudly, but I couldn’t keep my merriment in any longer.

It probably seemed to him that drink was already having an effect on me, and he leaned closer. “With legs like yours, it would be a crime to cover them up.”

The guy’s confidence was visibly growing. He certainly was a smooth talker, but at the back of my mind a vague recollection was stirring.

I decided that I might as well be friendly. “Why don’t you sit?”

The man needed no second invitation.

“My name’s Adrian, by the way.”

Of course! Mr McShane! He was the man I’d mentally dubbed the horny librarian when I’d taken a part-time job at the library years before. It seemed a lifetime ago. This was priceless. I checked my fit of giggles and managed to croak “Oh, mine’s Jenni… Pleased to meet you.” Instinctively I shortened the name, wanting to remain incognito where possible. It was a good thing that so far he hadn’t twigged who I was.

“Well, I’m delighted to meet you, too, Jenny” and I could tell he meant it from his manner. A glance at the front of his pants confirmed my deduction. Why was I unsurprised?

He stretched out his arm and placed his index finger on my thigh. I shivered and gave him my coy glance.

“Careful!” I exclaimed, round-eyed. “Pantyhose like these don’t come cheap. They snag so easily.”

If I had hoped that the practical nature of my words might have had a quenching effect on the man’s ardour, I would have been disappointed but actually, I was enjoying myself. I straightened myself to my full height and thrust out my chest… just in case he hadn’t noticed.

He really had! In my head I told myself self-control, self-control. I needed to resist these mad impulses which came to me, and which Rachel was always warming me about.

The guy upped the stakes. “I’m always careful. But… perhaps you should take them off!” came his slick rejoinder.

The line provided too good an opportunity to be missed. I put my hand over my mouth in pretended shock. “In here?”

“Well, perhaps we should go somewhere where we can be a little more comfortable. My place is just around the corner.”

My eyes widened in mock horror at the suggestion. “Why Adrian, we’re only just introduced. What kind of girl do you take me for?” Fortunately, he seemed to have no idea!

“We’ll soon get to know each other, don’t worry.” The hand that rested on my knee took a firmer grasp of my leg.

The sensation of being touched so intimately was pleasant and the sigh which I heaved in response wasn’t entirely feigned. That tingling again!
With this encouragement, Adrian ran his hand all the way up my thigh to the hem of my dress. That was a long journey, believe me! What took me by surprise was the thrill I felt. “Aah!” I gasped, involuntarily. Worryingly I was beginning to be strangely aroused.

It flashed through my mind that if I were just to let things happen, they might quickly get out of hand. I took a hold on myself. He’s a man, for heaven’s sake. Get a grip! It didn’t help, but fortunately for me, rescue wasn’t too far away.

I stood up and he followed suit, but the horny guy didn’t take his hand away. It slid upwards onto my pantyhose clad butt.

Oh, my goodness!

Then something caught my eye which restored my confidence. It led me to put my hands around his neck and press my over-exposed bust against his chest. “Honey, you’re awful cute, but your timing is all wrong.”

I gave him a peck on the cheek and disentangled myself. “My friends have just arrived. Got to go!”

I crossed to the other side of the room, taking care to allow my butt to wiggle from side to side as I did so. It was easy in those pumps. When I glanced over my shoulder, he was stood staring after me. The encounter reminded me that flirting could be such delicious fun. I wanted more!

Karen had probably been curious as to how I was faring and had been quicker than I’d dared to hope. As far as I was concerned her re-entrance had been very timely. The friends she brought with her turned out to be a couple of young men. One of them was new to me, the other I’d met before.

Brett was a humongous football jock whom Karen and I had once double dated, together with another athlete called Louis. The latter was her actual boyfriend at that time, when I could only aspire to be her sweetheart. Naturally, the tryst had been all her idea and not mine. Now my friend made the introductions, causing my nerves to return in full measure, and at first the conversation was stilted. However, as the night drew on, we all relaxed. The boys took in turns to buy drinks which helped things along.

Brett hadn’t got any smaller in the intervening years. When he addressed any remark to me it seemed like he was treading carefully, perhaps mindful of how forcefully I’d shown him I didn’t care for his advances on that former occasion. It was easy to figure that the other youth, Ryan, and Karen were an item. She allowed the young man’s arm to remain around her waist for most of the evening. The well-built guy was very good-looking and that circumstance didn’t surprise me. My former heartthrob could always be relied on to have a string of eligible admirers dancing attendance on her.

On this occasion I was pleased to notice that Ryan’s eyes spent at least half the time regarding me instead of my willowy friend. I wasn’t interested in him myself, naturally, or perhaps just a teensy bit. It was reassuring to know that I was worth looking at was all. Flattered by this attention I may have given him an occasional inviting glance when I saw he was looking my way. Just now and then. Okay, I flirted a little. My earlier contact with Adrian had reminded me how enjoyable that could be!

What was less gratifying was that, before very long, my head was spinning. I wasn’t used to alcohol in any quantity. I also needed the powder room so made my excuses and left. I was followed by Karen. I remembered to give the librarian a sidelong glance as we passed. I could see it really got to him. Shameless hussy, I scolded myself!

“The look on that fella’s face!” whispered my companion once we were alone and she and I dissolved into laughter. The ladies’ room was of a generous size. There was plenty of room to touch up our make-up and chat undisturbed. After we had washed up, I asked the question that had been on my mind ever since she had entered with the guys.

“So, what happened with you and Louis? You were together for quite some time.”

“Louis? Oh, that’s ancient history. Don’t mention his name. I’ll tell you all about it one day.”

“And Ryan? How serious is that? How long have you been going out?”

“Too long, it seems. He’s really sweet, but he just doesn’t press my buttons, if you know what I mean” she laughed.

“He seems very pleasant and very good-looking.”

“Ah, got the hots for him yourself, have you?”

“No, of course not.” I knew I was blushing which only increased my embarrassment. Okay, perhaps I liked the guy. I could tell he liked me!

“Actually, it’s just occurred to me, you could help me out there.” Karen’s eyes twinkled with excitement as she explained a plan she’d evidently just concocted.

“I guess I’m ready to break up with Ryan. I would welcome an excuse, but he’s just too nice to give me any. I hate to feel that I’m in the wrong. Especially when I know I am!”

I understood exactly what she meant.

I hesitated. I wasn’t too sure I wanted to be involved in any plot cooked up by my erstwhile sweetheart. I’d been bitten before. On the other hand, the idea of Karen without a partner was one I found fascinating, although I had no leisure to analyse why that might be. The thought also occurred that I could be doing Ryan a favour, so in the end, I decided to play along. What could be the harm?

“Well?” The unpredictable girl had been regarding me appraisingly while I dithered.

With a show of more reluctance than I felt, I agreed. “Mmm. Okay, I guess. So how do I come in?”

“Oh, it’s simple. You go out there and flirt with him. I take offence, finish with him and storm off home.”

I took a minute to digest this. “Okay, but then what do I do?”

“You come after me to apologise, unless you want to go home with Ryan that is.”

“No, no!” I hastened to make this clear. “I’ll come back with you.” I wanted her to be sure about that.

“Fine! Make yourself look as seductive as you can.”

Accordingly, I gave my make-up a thorough once-over. A glance in the mirror affirmed that the brevity of my frock would be a real asset in playing out the role which Karen had assigned to me. Just to be sure, I smoothed out my skirt and adjusted the bodice to show the maximum amount of cleavage possible without actual indecency.

“What are you doing?” Karen actually sounded shocked.

My answer was to her undisguised delight and echoed her words earlier. “Making myself irresistible!”

“Unbelievable! Off you go then, you sexy kitten, you!” she smirked.

Leaving my partner in crime perfecting her lipstick, I set out to regain the bar. Unaccountably, I seemed to be more than a little unsteady on my feet. I dismissed the idea that the cause might be the number of drinks I’d had. Probably my borrowed pumps were unfamiliar, that was all. Whatever the reason, I definitely had a wobble when I walked.

Somewhat giddily, I figured that a wiggle would better serve my purpose if I was to attract male attention.

“Wobble, wiggle, wiggle, wobble” I sniggered as I tripped along. A woman who was headed the opposite way looked at me with alarm. After she had passed, I dissolved into hysterics over this.

“Wiggle, giggle!” I laughed out loud, then glanced warily around. No-one was there to witness my behaviour, fortunately. I pulled myself together and resumed my journey. The way was longer than I remembered. I staggered against a pillar which appeared out of nowhere and somehow manifested itself directly in my path, before I eventually made it back to the bar. I teetered over to the corner where the boys were standing. With relief, I took a final step, slipped on a patch of spilled liquid and lost my balance completely.

If it hadn’t been for Ryan’s presence of mind I would have gone sprawling on the floor. As it was my purse went flying and I ended up clinging to his broad shoulders. Brett, animated for the first time, dissolved into great guffaws of laughter at my near downfall.

He was firmly rebuked by his buddy “For heaven’s sake Brett, she could have injured herself!”

Then to me “Are you okay? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

“I’m fine, I think. Just hold on to me for a minute or two, while I get my breath.”

That hadn’t been my planned line of approach, but the opportunity was too good to miss.

“No problem.”

I heaved a huge sigh and beamed at him. Ryan’s gaze seemed to be drawn magnetically downwards to focus on my breasts, which after my stumble were threatening to burst out of their inadequate covering.

“Phew! That’s better. Just hold me steady a moment longer.” I sighed again. Where was Karen? I was unsure how long I could pretend to need support.

“It’s awfully nice of you to look after me like this.” I looked deeply into my rescuer’s eyes and gave him my best smile again.

“Oh no! It’s a real pleasure” he murmured. Our gazes locked.

Out of the tail of my eye I saw my co-conspirator emerge from the powder room. As if that was my signal, I put my arms around his neck and pressed myself more closely against his muscular chest. The embrace felt good, really good! “Thanks” I whispered.

Then he kissed me!

Clearly the time was now ripe for Karen to make her stage entrance, as it were, so I kissed him back. It wasn’t what I wanted to do, of course. Well, perhaps a little. All right, a whole lot! Being in his strong arms was making me melt. Once again, I felt a kind of tingly sensation down below and to repress it, I actually had to lift one foot and squeeze my thighs together in that classic pose you see in romantic movies.

The kiss went on and on while I waited for the moment when my ‘outraged’ friend would appear. Where was that girl? The youth showed no reluctance about continuing and did so. Tongues became involved and a hand fondled my butt. Mmmm!

“Oh Ryan” I sighed… until finally…

“Jennifer! What on earth are you playing at? Ryan! How could you? I thought you cared for me!”

Our clinch was abruptly terminated by this interruption, fortunately for me. I had begun to enjoy myself a little too much. Karen was now in her element and in full cry. She continued to scold the ‘guilty’ pairing for a full five minutes before turning on Brett. He had been grinning inanely as he watched the drama unfold before him. “And you, you big ape! You stand there and let just anything happen. Ohh!”

She burst into tears. It was quite a performance!

To my astonishment, Ryan appeared quite calm throughout the onslaught. When his girlfriend stopped to draw breath, he interjected. “Don’t blame Jennifer! She’s just a little tipsy. It was all my fault. It’s no good, Karen. The moment her eyes met mine I was a lost soul. Oh, Jennifer. I think it’s the real thing for me this time!”

What?!!

Karen was speechless for once. Hands on hips she turned first to him, then to me, her mouth opening and closing but no words coming out.

Finally, she got a grip on herself.

“Fine! The time for us to finish is long past due, Ryan. I never want to see you again!”

Turning to me “And you, you little heartbreaker, you! You’re supposed to be my friend. I’m leaving.” She marched off towards the door before turning and delivering her parting shot to the whole crowded bar. “I hate all of you!”

She disappeared through the doorway and out into the night.

“I’d better go after her. I’m sure I can smooth things over” I exclaimed. Forgetting even to grab my fallen purse I set off in pursuit only to be halted by my new admirer.

“No, don’t go! It will be no use!”

I pulled away in panic.

“When can we meet again?”

Oh my goodness!