I looked wistfully at my clothes crumpled on the chair: I’d have preferred to have gotten undressed after my outfit had arrived, not before. Then I glanced up at the table across the room, laid out with drinks and empty glasses. I noticed what looked like a pair of handcuffs on the far corner and then averted my eyes in embarrassment. I don’t know why.
Lisa saw me looking at the table. “Let me get you a drink,” she said as she stood, “Gin and tonic, I believe?”
I nodded and sat nervously on the edge of the sofa with my hands folded in my lap. I looked again at my jeans and t-shirt, wondering if I could put them back on until Tina arrived with my outfit.
“Just a sec,” Lisa said, and she picked up my bundle of clothes and left the room with them. That answered the question of putting them back on without even asking it, I guess.
I heard her go upstairs and then a minute later she reappeared with a rectangular cardboard box.
“Here,” she said, “I’ve got these for you.”
She handed me the box. It looked like a shoebox, and I hoped it had more than shoes inside.
I opened the box: it did only have shoes inside. Gorgeous, strappy stilettos; light cream colour with sparkling insets.
“These are for me?” I asked looking at them.
“Just to borrow,” Lisa said as she made us both a gin and tonic, “Do you like them?”
“They’re gorgeous!” I said. And so much more glamourous than anything I owned.
“Here you go,” Lisa said, handing me my gin and tonic. I took a sip and waited for the alcohol to have some effect: hopefully it would help me to get over the discomfort of sitting around naked.
Lisa put her drink on the table beside her and took one of the shoes out of the box.
“Here,” she said, kneeling in front of me. She lifted my ankle with her hand and slipped the shoe onto my foot. I giggled at the tickling sensation as she fastened the thin leather buckle.