Ha won’t tell me anything about tonight except that I won’t be home until late! So I’m writing to tell you now that you need to send out a search party if you never hear from me again.
I didn’t even know what to wear, so I’ve gone for a good old little black dress, because I reckon that covers anything from restaurant to clubbing.
“The bar’s closed, but you can stay on one condition.”
Ha asked me if I’d had a nice evening at Pilates and I said no, not really, and I should have gone out with her instead. I wish I had now. It left me feeling a bit sad today that I haven’t done anything at all for my birthday.
Ha said she would take me out tomorrow night for sure now, and I shouldn’t even try and get out of it. I feel like it might be too late to change my mood but it’s easier to go along with her than to fight it.
“Hmmm,” Miss Ashdown said, “So how do we tap this…. well of sexuality… I suppose it worked for me, so… Lift your arms up above your head for me again, draw a deep breath and close your eyes.” Jessica did so and felt one of Miss Ashdown’s hands rest lightly on her stomach and the other on the small of her back. “Now breathe gently and deeply and try to imagine you’re standing on the stage, ready to practice for a big concert tonight. You just want to loosen up and get used to the surroundings before you play in front of an audience.” Her voice dropped to a whisper again. “And since the place is deserted you’ve snuck onto the stage in your underwear.”
Jessica stood, her arms above her, her eyes closed, and barely restrained a giggle. Miss Ashdown felt her stomach move in and out with her breathing, and then continued her story.
“But there’s one thing that you notice, that you’re not supposed to notice. There’s someone sitting in the back row, in the dark, and he’s someone you’ve been trying to attract the attention of for quite some time.” Jessica blushed again. “He was walking through and he saw a beautiful young woman walk onto the stage in her underwear and start to stretch, and he just had to stay and watch, very quietly.”
Jessica’s breathing continued but Miss Ashdown felt a tremble in her stomach. “You can’t let him know that you’ve seen him in the shadows; that would ruin everything. So you decide to make the most of the opportunity that’s fallen into your lap. You decide that you’re going to give him the most passionate performance of your life and you know that, after this, he’ll be at the show tonight, and he’ll come and find you afterwards, and you’ll know that, if you want him, you can have him.”
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Happy birthday to me! Although from the outside you wouldn’t really know it. I don’t really tell a lot of people, so I don’t really get many cards.
I also felt a bit sad to realise that this time last year I was in Paris with Kieran. Life was very different then! It seemed like things were on the up. It’s not bad now, but it feels very disorganised, and I can’t exactly see myself being an appendage to Ana and Mark in five years’ time, whereas last year I could see myself with Kieran.
Ha wished me happy birthday at work, and so did Jo, which was nice, and then I went to Pilates like usual! It was pretty rubbish because I’m still aching from Monday night at Mel’s. Ha did offer to take me out somewhere but I didn’t really feel like it. Now I feel a bit sad that I didn’t do anything, though.
It was nice to have a happy birthday message from Ellie too, even if it was only because Facebook reminder her of it! I’m not sure if it’s even the thought that counts in that case.
“I’m your driver, and I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
I was right: my body does ache today. I’m glad I’ve got until the weekend to recover because I’m having trouble walking at the moment.
I’ve also realised I’ve planned nothing whatsoever for my birthday tomorrow.
“I thought you said there’d be nobody out?”
I had last minute instructions from Mel this morning, reminding me that I’m back at the cabaret at Elise’s pub again on Sunday (eek!), and I really need to make sure I’ve got the routine down. I’ve gone through it a couple of times since but I have to admit I got lazy.
Still, it was weird getting changed into all that gear in the office toilet and turning up at Mel’s actually wearing something for a change, even if that something does make me look a bit like a prostitute from a Western movie.
Anyway, Mel was right to make me practice, because I needed it. It’s all we did for an hour: strip/dance, redress, go again. And even when Jason turned up after half an hour and Mel said I had to give him my best show. It’s funny that he’s never really seemed interested in me naked, but I could tell from the lump in his trousers that he liked the strip dance better! He was amazed I was going to do that in front of more people in a pub, and then even more amazed when Mel said I’d done it once already. Also, in case it we didn’t know already, he said he didn’t even notice I had nipple pasties and the c-string at first and thought I’d gone totally nude. Mel said “Don’t tempt me or we might do that.” There’s no way that’s happening, though.
I feel like my body’s going to ache tomorrow – that was quite a workout.
Then, as if it had just occurred to her, she reached her hands behind her head. Her breasts lifted, looking even more perfect than before. She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out the scrunchy that was keeping her bun in place. She dropped it onto the table and shook her hair free. It fell in thick, golden locks across her bare shoulders.
“You’re crazy, Selena,” Iris told her.
“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who’s stripped to her underwear but still lost a contest,” she retorted.
“I really hate you right now,” Iris told her as she leant forwards and, reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra. She quickly pulled it off her arms and dropped it onto the rest of her clothes. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and slid them down her legs, letting them fall around her feet. She kicked them to one side.
Selena grinned as she stared across at her friend. Iris’s breasts were even smaller than her own, but still beautiful with round, pink nipples. She watched as they rose and fell as Iris inhaled and exhaled.
Read the rest of One Better, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF
Kara Bryn 