Twitterotica – a #FuckMeFriday story: Courtney caught out #court

18 Mar

Muse looked at me and laughed. Well, cats don’t really laugh of course, but I could tell he was laughing. I would have laughed at me too.

The risk hadn’t really occurred to me when I slipped into my favourite Coco de Mer outfit: a classic, black, plunge bra, matching knickers with built-in suspenders and fine, ten-denier stockings. It was simple really — my fifth anniversary present to Damian: his wife, gift-wrapped and waiting for him, just the way he likes me.

The apartment was clean. The living room was tidy, the dining room had places set, champagne bucket ready to be filled, and new candles firmly in place. Our meal had already been delivered by our favorite restaurant, and was sitting in the refridgerator, next to the champagne. The towel rail in the bathroom was on, heating the towels and our robes in case Damian wanted me as a soapy digestif in the jacuzzi as well as a saucy apperitif.

I have to admit, I felt pretty smug when I clicked the second cuff and lay back on the bed, my arms and legs spread wide, fastened tight to the bed’s four posters. Everything was planned. Everything was taken care of.

And then I realised I’d forgotten to put the damn cat in the pantry. Muse strolled into the bedroom and skipped up onto the bed. I tried to shoo him off, but he just looked at me, tied up as I was, and nuzzled against my head, then stalked up and down before he eventually found a nice spot next to my shoulder.

Still, I settled back to my smugness. I’d thought of almost everything.

Everything — until the phone rang. Seven rings, then the machine picked up.

“Hey baby, are you home? Pick up, why don’t you?” It was Damian. “Hey, I guess you’re in the shower or something. Well babycheeks, I’ve got a huge surprise for you. Let’s just say, I’ve got a big ticket event for you tonight. Two big tickets. Be ready at six. I’m sending a limousine to pick you up.”

And then another message, ten minutes later:

“Hey babe, what’s up? Call me back.”

And finally:

“Courtney? Court? Why aren’t you answering? What’s wrong, baby, did I do something wrong? Please call me. Also, I left my keys at home, so can you bring them?”

The noise of the intercom buzzer going, and my cellphone, and the telephone finally woke up Muse. And he strolled along the edge of the bed, chuckling, and then he jumped down, tail high, and left me.

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3 Responses to “Twitterotica – a #FuckMeFriday story: Courtney caught out #court”

  1. Ruby March 19, 2011 at 1:35 am #

    Fantastic, I really love the humour you inject into your stories.

  2. vanillamom March 22, 2011 at 10:45 pm #

    that was a riot! funny, possible, and cheeky good fun!

    bravo!

    nilla

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