“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.
“And the other one,” she said, “I didn’t realise you were so ticklish.” Her eyes sparkled and she grabbed my foot with her hand and I almost spilt my gin and tonic as I wriggled in a fit of giggles.
She pushed the other shoe onto my foot and fastened the buckle carefully and then stood in front of me.
“Gorgeous,” she said, looking down at me. I couldn’t help but smile, but I felt even more naked now I had the stilettos on.
“Can you stand in them?”
I pushed myself up off of the sofa and Lisa held my wrists while I stood, still trying to avoid spilling my drink. She released my wrists and took a step back looking me up and down. I was a half an inch taller than her now.
“You were made for them,” she said with a grin. I took another nervous sip from my glass; it was helping to quell my nerves a little, but I wished Tina would hurry up with some clothes.
I looked at the table again: there were a lot of glasses, and a lot of drinks. Lisa had mentioned something about expecting twenty or thirty people that evening but we were in no danger of running short of alcohol.
My eyes returned to the handcuffs again and Lisa followed my gaze.
“What are they for?” I couldn’t help but ask, feeling emboldened by the first flush of inebriation.
“We just play around with them,” Lisa said, “Let me show you.”