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Fantasies Incorporated 05 - The Virgin's Revenge
(Bridy McAvoy)

Once Tracy got home from her weekend away it took me very little time to worm out of her the truth that my encounter with the two plumbers had been a total set up. Set up by her as a way to resolve my little problem. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to kiss her, hug her, slap her or kill her!

Eventually I wagged my finger under her nose and told her off before hugging her and thanking her for being such a good friend. I felt the little change down below had liberated me and having dumped that asshole Chris I was now in a position to have some fun. First however was the need for a spot of revenge. I rang the number on the card and set up the revenge I wanted then just waited.





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That Friday night I had persuaded Tracy to come to the local Country and Western bar. We had been there before and as they had a good reputation for food, albeit burgers and fries, it was usually a good night out. Of course there are only two ways for a girl to dress to go to a Country and Western bar. Western or out and out sexy. I didn't give Tracy the chance to choose having shown her the night before the tiny red leather mini skirt and fishnet stockings I had just bought for the evening. There was no way she could put the dungarees, jeans or big skirts on if I was wearing that kind of outfit. Anyway when we both had struggled home from work I managed to use the bathroom first so that by the time she came out of the shower wrapped in a towel she could see me doing my hair in the big hall mirror wearing the whole outfit.

"Bloody hell girl; are we going dancing or going on a street corner?"

I grinned as I held the hair tongs above my head, holding my arms that high had caused the hem of the short skirt to rise up displaying naked flesh above the stockings. With the nearly sheer white blouse over the red bra I had to admit the outfit was on the incandescent side of hot. Still that was precisely the look I wanted. If she matched my look, we would have to beat them off with sticks. Still what choice did she have? After all she couldn't let a recently ex virgin out dress her could she. Half an hour later, Tracy emerged from her room, as I sat sipping a large glass of nice white Californian something or other to bolster my own courage. Her mini skirt was black to my red but the stockings were shorter on her longer legs resulting in flesh being on display if she simply stood straight. Her low-cut top was tight and clearly outlined her breasts and the points pressing into it proved once and for all that she was braless.

"Thong or lace?"

"Lace definitely Angie, I need to keep my bum warm somehow!"