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  The next day she was close to being caught up and was starting to think that she should stop taking on new customers. She was on her way to do the Thompson's lawn when her phone vibrated. She killed the mower and pulled the phone out of her pocket. She didn't recognize the number.

  “Hello? Is this Brie?” said a well-modulated woman's voice.

  “I'm not sure,” said Brie.

  “Brie, this is Tamara Evans—”

  Brie hung up.

  Brie stood still, breathing hard. WTF?

  The phone rang again.

  “Hi, this Tamara Evans. I was looking for Brie.”

  “This is Brie...”

  “I'm Brad's wife.”

  “I know,” said Brie.

  “I wanted to thank you for doing such a great job on the lawn. It's never looked this good.”

  “It's kind of pointless now, right?” said Brie.

  “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “All the storm damage,” said Brie.

  “Oh, you must have seen the lawn after the storm,” said Tamera.

  Shit. Think fast. “I saw it when I did the Fugleson's lawn yesterday.”

  “I didn't see you over there. Yes, it was a mess but we got it cleaned up late yesterday. It looks great,” said Tamera.

  “How did you cleaned-up so fast?” said Brie.

  “We found someone in Bittenberg,” said Tamera. Bittenberg was eighty miles away. That had to be expensive. “Can you stop by?” continued Tamera. “There's something I need to talk to you about.”

  Brad must have told her everything. That fucking open and honest marriage of theirs. Tamera was being nice on the phone, but the moment Brie arrived at the house Tamera would read her the riot act. It would be ugly and uncomfortable and Brie would probably start crying. But Brie shocked herself by saying “okay”.

  Tamera's shorts and top were in the bag on the truck’s passenger's seat. Brie had washed them but still didn't know how she would go about giving them back. “I borrowed your clothes while I was stranded at your house fucking your husband the other night during the storm. He’s hung like a steer.” But Tamera probably knew all that already. And how would Brie ask for HER clothes back from Tamera— if they hadn't blown into the next state already.

  Brie pulled into the Merles' driveway. Her mind was racing. Would Brad be there? Would this be some big ugly confrontation where they would spill their guts in front of the spurned wife and admit that they had a mad affair while she was away? And Brie was still fixating on the fact that Brad got to come and she didn't. Selfish pig. How could Tamera stand living with such a jerk? A gorgeous, charming, hung-like-an-Angus, selfish jerk.

  Brie walked through the yard. The lawn looked pristine, the downed trees and debris from three nights before were gone.

  She walked up the steps and knocked on the sliding glass door. “Right here, Brie.”

  Brie turned her head and saw Tamera in the pool. “Oh, hello...” said Brie walking back down the steps.

  “It's such a beautiful day,” said Tamera. Tamera walked across the pool through about four feet of water towards the steps. As the pool got shallower, more of Tamera was revealed. Water spilled off smooth olive skin as her perfect bikini body rose up from the water. Seeing her now in the flesh, Brie had to admit the horrible truth; as impossible as it was, Tamera was even more beautiful than in her photos. Her body was a single long, sinuous curve, ideally proportioned. Her shoulders, breasts, stomach, hips legs... optimum measurements all. And she had a kid?! No way.

  And that face! Full lips, fine sculpted nose, wide almond eyes, arcing upwards on the edges like a Persian queen, blond hair cascading down her shoulders, everything the right distance apart, perfect symmetry.

  Tamera was looking for a towel but was sure taking her sweet time in doing it. This was for Brie's benefit, no doubt. This was a “just-in-case-you're-thinking-of stealing-my-husband” shot across the bow. It was one of those “this is what you're dealing with, bitch, so don't even try” pincer movements. And Brie knew Tamera was right. Brie couldn't compete with that. No one could compete with that. Tamera was on a whole different plane. Brie had been slapped and slapped down hard. How this eighth wonder of world had made its way to their tiny town of Trestle was something for others to ponder.

  “Here, sit down,” Tamera said pulling a chaise next to hers. Brie smiled nervously and sat down next to her.

  “It's great to meet you,” said Brie.

  “Brad told me what a lovely girl you are and he was right. I guess you two saw each other a couple of times while I was gone.”

  Brie felt a chill go through her. Here it was. This was it. “Yes, Tamera, and, uh... I want you to know that I don't believe for a second that I can take your—”

  “—do you have any experience with kids?” Tamera asked.

  “Kids?”

  “We're looking for a summer girl to take care of Jackie.”

  “You know... to be honest, I really don't,” said Brie trying to recover.

  “Well, let's find out,” said Tamera, letting her towel drop as she stood up, walking to the glass door and disappearing inside. Brie sat alone, whip-sawed by the “change of venue”. Brie had gone into this meeting girded for battle and instead was entertaining a job offer. A job offer from woman whose husband Brie had just slept with. Was this just a scheme to keep Brie close so Tamera could keep an eye on her?

  “Here she is!” said Tamera, walking back outside, holding a darling two-year girl in her arms. “She just woke up from a nap— didn't you honey?” Tamera said, abruptly handing the still half-asleep toddler to a shocked Brie. Brie playfully bounced the little girl in her arms. Surprisingly she didn't try to squirm away back to her mother. “See, she likes you,” said Tamera.

  “She's so sweet,” said Brie quietly.

  “What's your name,” said Jackie drowsily.

  “Brie.”

  “Oh,” she said going back to sleep.

  “This is really the only way to tell anything,” said Tamera. “The way you hold her and the way she's reacting is to you is the only test that counts. I could ask for references but that wouldn't really mean anything since you have never watched kids before. You have a small mowing business so that tells me you're responsible. The only thing to do here is just hire you and see how it works out.”

  “I'll have to think about it,” said Brie staring Tamera's flawless skin.

  “You could move in with us and stay until we go back to Overton at the end of September. But you'd have to quit your mowing jobs.”

  “I don't think I could afford to do that,” said Brie.

  “But of course, you can keep doing lawn,” said Tamera smiling, a band of bright white teeth framed by sculpted lips.

  “I can't quit my mowing jobs, Tamera.”

  “Well, I haven't told you how much we're paying,” said Brie. “We can do five thousand a month.”

  “Huh?! What did you say?”

  “Plus room and board. In four months you will have earned twenty thousand dollars. That's a nice head-start for next year's tuition.

  Five thousand a month to babysit?

  “You're serious?” said Brie.

  “Yes. But it’s a lot of responsibility. Both Brad and I have to go into the office a few times a month down in Overton. Our overseas trips can last a week or more. There may be times you're here alone. Usually one of us covers for the other but that gets harder as Jackie gets older and needs more attention. We both work from home but we have conference calls that can last hours.”

  Jackie was slumbering peacefully in Brie's arms. Brie looked back at Mrs. Merle. “Why sure. Why not?”

  “Oh...” said Tamera getting up and walking to over to the outdoor cooker. She returned, holding a bag. “You left this here,” Tamera handing it to Brie. Brie peeked inside and saw her bunched up shorts and tank top—and the blue bikini. “I guess it was quite a storm,” smiled Tamera, “It blew the clothes right off you.

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  “Brad's coming back from Overton tonight,” said Tamera.

  “Tonight?!” said Brie excited. “I thought it was tomorrow.”

  “He just texted me. He got out of town early. Should be here around nine.”

  “Wow...” said Brie trying not to sound too obvious but already blowing it.

  “I bet you're happy about that,” said Brie, clearing the kitchen table. Jackie was on the floor in the living room playing. It was Brie’s second day living at the house and the days already seemed effortless. Brad was visiting his law firm in Overton and Tamera was on conference calls for much of the day. Brie played with Jackie, put her down for her nap, then read, or watched TV or movies. Tamera's business-like voice could be heard in the other room while other voices on the call sounded like random radio chatter on the speaker. Brie would get dinner at around four at Fritz's Foods, Trestle's only grocery store. Tamera would help her prepare it and the three of them would eat.

  “I'm happy, but I bet not has happy as you,” said Tamera.

  “I don't think so. He's your husband,” said Brie.

  Tamera looked at Brie as she slid a fork of lettuce into her mouth, “I've known him for six years now but you've just met him. Everything is more intense at the beginning.”

  How can she be so blasé?

  “I heard that you guys had a fight,” said Tamera.

  “He told you that?” said Brie. Despite all the declarations of open marriage by both Brad and Tamera, Brie was still uncomfortable with this kind of open talk.

  “Brad told me it didn't end well, said Tamera. “That you were upset.”

  “It was stupid”

  “It was about me, right?” said Tamera.

  “I really don't feel like talking about this,” said Brie.

  “You want to have some fun?” said Tamera.

  “No.”

  “Do you want to make him forget about all that fight?” said Tamera.

  “I guess,” said Brie.

  “I think you should greet Brad at the door tonight.”

  “And where will you be?”

  “In bed reading.”

  “Okay,” said Brie, her vocabulary stymied by the offer.

  “And we'll get you dressed up. He loves girls in business suits,” said Tamera. “Tight business suits. High heels, hair pulled back, garter belt and stockings underneath. I don't get a chance to wear those things up here in the summer. He misses it. You'll blow his mind.”

  “But I don't own anything like that.”

  “You're roughly my size. I've got plenty you can wear.”

  Brie felt a chill. So that was Brad's fetish? His secret kink, the one thing that can make him come crawling. “Okay,” said Brie, feeling wetness between her legs.

  They finished the dishes and put Jackie in her crib. They retreated to the master bedroom and Tamera opened the top of her lingerie drawer. “Take off your clothes,” said Tamera matter-of-factly. Brie took off her shorts and top and was soon naked. As Tamera went through the door she looked at Brie, up and down, sizing her up for a second. She walked over with a black garter belt and panties, holding them up to Brie. “Hmm, black washes you out. Let's try something else.”

  “Do you have anything in blue?” said Brie.

  “Oh, yes, right,” said Tamera. “Blue is your color isn't it?” Tamera opened another drawer and found something immediately. “Here we go. Try these.” Tamera handed Brie a bra, thong-style panties and garter-belt set. All blue. The lace panties and bra were sheer, barely covering her nipples and leaving much exposed cleavage.

  “Blue is indeed your color,” Tamera said.

  “My God, there's not much here,” said Brie.

  “Oh no, there's plenty there, sweetheart,” said Tamera. “I hope you feel sexy as you look.”

  Brie fumbled with the garter-belt. Tamera helped her, sliding her fingers underneath and adjusting it, pulling the straps upwards, “You want this to be situated right on the waist,” Tamera said.

  Brie was trying to contain her excitement. She caught a glimpse of her lacy curves in the mirror. Oh yeah, she was hot! She thought about Brad seeing her in the doorway for the first time in five days, going berserk, ravishing her and tearing off her clothes right there in the hall. He would be insatiable… kissing her neck, run his tongue down her hot body. She imagined him bending her over the sofa and drilling her from behind with his massive cock... Brie was flowing, soaking Tamera's barely-there panties before she was even dressed.

  Tamera returned to the lingerie chest and rummaged around, “Usually you want the stockings to match the lingerie but when you have blue I don't think you can do that. I just don't think blue hosiery looks good... ah, but you know what does? Black. Black stockings go with everything,” she said tossing a pair to Brie.

  Brie rolled the stockings up her legs, clasping the front garter, but the rear ones dangled. “I can't reach back there,” said Brie standing in front of Tamera sitting on the edge of the bed. “Here,” she said turning Brie around. Tamera was eye level with Brie's almost bare bottom. Brie could feel Tamera attach the stockings, then make slight adjustments to the ensemble while Brie held her arms submissively out at her sides as Tamera spun her around again “Put these on,” said Tamera, grabbing a pair of four inch heels.

  “Shouldn't I wait till I get dressed?” said Brie.

  “I just want to see how you'll look when he gets you undressed,” Tamera said, sounding a bit winded. Brie slid the heels on and felt her back arch and her butt thrust out. “Oh yes, he's going to love that,” said Tamera, adjusting the front of Brie's stockings and running her hands over Brie's hips. “You look perfect. Except...”

  “What?”

  “These stocking need to be pulled up,” Tamera said, sliding both hands, thumb and forefinger, into the stocking tops, tugging them upwards on her thigh, then tightening the garter strap. But when Tamera tightened the rear garters, Brie felt them dig into her ass. “That's too tight.”

  “No, its not,” said Tamera, tightening the second leg.

  “It’s not comfortable.”

  “Its not supposed to be. Here—this is how you can tell if it’s tight enough.” Tamera pulled the garter strap away from Brie's bottom and let it snap. Crack!

  “Oh!” said Brie, feeling a sting.

  “See, that's perfect,” said Tamera, pulling back the second strap and letting it snap. Crack! “See? It needs to make a sharp crack. That's how you know it’s tight enough.”

  “Yes, I see,” said Brie, noticeably winded The sound of the garters snapping reminded her of Brad's hand slapping her ass. Her panties were growing damper as she channeled the sensations of that day, the delicious sting she felt on her ass. “Do that again, Tamera. For future reference.”

  Tamera again pulled back the straps and let them snap. Crack!

  “Yes, Tamera, yes... I think I'm getting the idea,” said Brie. She couldn't wait to see Brad now. She imagined his large hands smacking her ass, over and over, not stopping until she said so.

  “Honey, your panties are soaking wet,” said Tamera staring at Brie's crotch.

  “Oh Geeze,” Brie said embarrassed.

  “I don't have any other panties that match, so if you soak these we'll have to undress you and start over with another set.” Tamera returned from the bathroom with a hair dryer. Let's try this.” Tamera plugged it in, turned on the switch, aiming it at Brie's crotch.

  “Ouch! That's hot!” said Brie.

  “Sorry, sorry...” said Tamera turning down the heat on the dryer. Brie was now feeling cool air blowing over her wet panties. She was uncomfortable with this almost gynecologist-level of intimacy, but the cool air on her pussy felt nice. Tamera crouched down in front of her, the blow dryer turning in small circles as Brie laid on her back on the bed, legs spread. After a few minutes Tamera pulled the dryer away, reached out with one finger, and touched Brie's pantied crotch, startling her. “There, that should be dry enough,” said Tamera.
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  Tamera went to her closet and grabbed a blouse and a grey business suit. Brie put on a white blouse and slid on the pencil skirt. It was a little small and Tamera helped her with the zipper. She could barely walk. “You actually wear this at work?” Brie exclaimed.

  “You get used to it.”

  Brie put on the jacket (a little less tight) and Tamera pulled her hair back in a bun. Tamera took her time doing Brie's hair and Brie found herself relaxed by Tamera's efforts.

  “Okay, here we go,” Tamera said twenty minutes later, turning Brie towards the mirror.

  Brie looked at herself with her hair pulled sharply back and liked what she saw. “I feel like the sexy librarian,” Brie giggled.

  “I have some glasses if you want,” said Tamera.

  “I don't wear glasses,” said Brie.

  “Wear them around your neck then. That's what I do sometimes.”

  “But you don't wear glasses,” said Brie.

  “I know. They're fake. I just like the look.”

  The last element was bright red, gloss lipstick. Brie slid it around her lips, then puckered, dabbing it with a Kleenex. “You can't possible wear THIS to work,” said Brie.

  “Maybe not quite that shade... here, stand up. I want to get a picture. I don't know when I'll ever see you again like this.” Tamera picked up her phone and clicked a couple shots. “Turn to the side.” Brie did as told. “Okay, turn around.” Brie turned around, then turned back to face Tamera. “You look beautiful,” Tamera said, letting out a breath. “Perfect.”

  Tamera went to bed and Brie sat in the living room, waiting for Brad. She tried to stay dry but after fifteen minutes she was wet again in anticipation. She looked at the clock and it read 9:45.

  She saw the headlights coming into the driveway. She stood up, breathing heavily. It had only been days but it felt like months. She could hear the garage door open and the soft rumble of Brad's Audi as it entered. Brie thought about a pose. Hand on hip? One leg forward? No, that would be dumb. Brie decided that she would just stand at attention. That would be good enough.