both nodded enthusiastically.
“Good,” continued Steve, passing Lisa a card. “This
is our address. Eight o’clock and don’t be late.” He stood up and made for the
door. “Oh and dress appropriately,” he added, looking Lisa up and down. “That
means a dress, Lisa.”
As the door closed behind their landlord, Lisa and
Eric looked at each other. “What do you think?” asked Lisa.
“I think he wants to get your knickers off,” snarled
the hairy young man.
“No doubt about that,” said Lisa. “There’s no harm
in letting the dirty old perv think he’s in with a chance if it gives us some
slack on the rent though. You watch me flirt with him tomorrow and wind his old
woman up.”
The following evening, the young couple were ringing
the bell of their landlord’s huge house at exactly eight o’clock. Lisa was
dressed to kill in her little black dress and Eric had made an effort with a
proper shirt and trousers. The big door was opened by a gorgeous older woman
with a welcoming smile. “You must be Lisa and Eric. Welcome to our humble home.
I’m Helen.”
There was nothing humble about this home, Lisa
thought as she handed over her jacket to the older woman.
Helen looked Lisa up and down. “Wow,” she said. “I
can see exactly what Steve meant. You are stunning.” She grabbed the young
woman by the shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. Lisa’s head was spinning.
What exactly had Steve said to his wife about her?
The two couples made small talk over dinner. Helen
and Steve were delightful hosts and they knew how to set people at their ease.
Beneath the chat though, they were following a carefully choreographed strategy
with only one objective: Lisa. Whereas Eric was being loaded with as much
alcohol as possible, both in his glass and his food, Helen was carefully
monitoring the amount that Lisa drank. She wanted her compliant; not comatose.
As they moved on to a brandy-soaked dessert, Helen
skilfully manoeuvred the conversation around to sex to discover that Eric was
Lisa’s first proper boyfriend after leaving her single-sex school. The girl was
clearly very inexperienced and began to blush as she talked about their
relationship. Seeing her embarrassment, Helen started to talk about their
swinging lifestyle and watched the girl’s eyes widen as she recounted some of
their adventures. “Life doesn’t really end at forty, you know,” she laughed.
“Or even thirty!”
Looking over at Eric, Helen saw he had fallen asleep
in his food. “Do you want to take Eric into the lounge, honey, while I talk
business with Lisa,” she asked her husband. As Steve dragged the drunken youth
through and out of earshot, Helen topped up Lisa’s wine glass. “What you really
want to know is how we can help each other, isn’t it?” Lisa nodded. “Well,”
Helen continued, “every now and then we host swingers parties and we look for
gorgeous young girls like you to serve drinks and encourage the old gits to get
hard ons to please the wives. You’re just perfect for that. What do you think?”
“Just serving drinks?” asked Lisa.
“Just serving drinks,” repeated Helen. “Topless!”
“Oh,” said Lisa and thought about it for a couple of
minutes. “What are you paying?”
“Once we get into the swing of things, it will
definitely meet your rent and probably a bit more,” said Helen with a warm
smile on her face.
“Okay then,” said Lisa. “I don’t mind being ogled by
dirty old men if it pays the rent.”
“Good,” beamed Helen. “Let’s have a look at you
then.”
“Excuse me?”
“Lisa,” lectured the older woman. “You look like a pretty
young woman but for all we know, you might have the ugliest tits in the world.
We need to see what they’re like before coming to an agreement. Here, if you’re
shy I’ll go first.”
Without breaking step, Helen stood up from the table
and stripped her dress down to her waist, before unclipping and shrugging out
of her bra. “Your