Invitation to dinner

This tale is about a young housewife. She has straight shoulder length brunette hair. Her face is slightly freckled with an upturned nose and grey eyes. She is very curvaceous with big boobs. I’ve based her on Yasmin Bleeth from Baywatch and so called her Yasmin Bleat. Her husband Tony works in the small town’s only real business the tyre factory. He is a junior manager in the business owned by the local rich family the Beavis brothers. The pay is poor and he works very hard to support them. But today he isn’t there.

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The factory gates opened and the huddled masses hurriedly parted. The rain was beating down again, the October chill making them screw their coats tight to their necks as they splashed by. Victor Beavis edged through them, his large black car almost nudging the crowd aside. As he passed the large imposing gate he slowed; ahead as always was Yasmin waiting for her hubby. She stood prim in her long coat, suitably dressed in high heeled leather boots and matching gloves, an umbrella shielding her from the downpour.

Victor slowed, and then stopped. He’d seen her many times before and especially liked to see her in the hot summer days dressed in skimpy tops and white shorts her fantastic tits almost busting the fabric. How someone as basic as Tony had managed to marry her God only knew. He wound down the window shouting over the noise of rain and heavy feet.

“Hi, erm Tony’s not been in today, didn’t you know?” Yasmin gave him a half smile her long wide mouth only slightly curving up.

“Yes I know,” she said sadly. “It’s you I’ve come to see.”

Once in the car she slowly began to explain. Her husband was in hospital, a serious problem with his insides. Victor listened; well half listened as she spoke hesitantly. Yasmin even in a long trench coat oozed sexiness, the heeled boots giving her a dominatrix appeal. Her face was pale with cold; little ringlets of dark hair hanging over her mesmerizing eyes. And all the time her chest was slowly rising and falling imprisoned in the heavy coat.

“Sorry my dear say that again.” Victor felt a bit sheepish suddenly snapping out of his daydream, he’d caught very little of what had been said.

Yasmin paused looking perplexed then repeated herself. “The healthcare plan, we’re over due. The office has said there’s nothing they can do.”

Victor quickly tried to retrace the conversation now acting more concerned. “Oh. Oh, our company health care scheme, oh erm well those are the rules. How far behind on payments are you?” And he shook his head as she said five weeks.

Yasmin’s heart sank, why the hell was she even asking? The Beavis brothers were pompous mean bastards, every one knew that. Though both were in their early forties they still lived together in the big family mansion left by their father. Although neither had done a hard days work in their life, they weren’t fat, more geekish, lots of curly matted hair, goggle glasses and buck teeth.

“All that money and they never bothered to make themselves more appealing; probably why they weren’t married.” She thought uncharitably.

Not that female company was ever far away. Both brothers were notorious for whoring and womanizing. And that’s what made her more annoyed with herself. She knew how he had eyed her on many occasions. She just thought she’d flutter her eyelids and the worm would sort it.

“Stupid cow.” She silently told herself.

Victor continued talking down to her like she was a child. “We have rules, it’s so important otherwise no one would pay, and then the whole thing would end up in chaos.” Yasmin nodded and got out of the car the tears starting to well up.

“I hope he gets better soon,” said Victor closing the door.

“Fucking idiot,” she thought wiping her face. “Didn’t I just say without specialist treatment he wouldn’t.”

Yasmin only just finished crying when she reached the hospital ward. There was a hurry of nurses around her husband and she came running fearing the worse. “Oh God, no, what’s wrong?” The staff continued to work at fever pitch till she managed to pin one to the wall to get an answer.

“Your husband is to be moved, the specialist want to see him this evening.”

Yasmin couldn’t understand. “But we can’t pay.” The nurse smiled, “Beavis tyres cleared all expenses half an hour ago.” Yasmin shook her head, “there must be some mistake?” The nurse gave her a superior glare. “We have faxed conformation, now please could we get on with it?”

Yasmin returned home that evening very happy. The operation was first thing tomorrow. Mr Beavis had really come through for her. There was a message on the answer phone and she played it as she undid her winter clothes. It was Victor hoping everything had gone well, he said he had pulled some string but he still needed to smooth things over. He was inviting her to dinner at the mansion 8pm prompt, to discuss it.

Yasmin cringed a little. Surely she could hand her back payments in at the office? Oh well she was grateful and he said the car would collect her very soon. They’re didn’t appear to be any way to object. In fact he hadn’t given her the choice.

“Too use to always getting what they want.” She concluded checking her watch then hurrying to get changed.

Victor was waiting for her as the limo pulled up to his imposing house. He gave a gulp of delight as she stepped out smiling and walked towards him. She looked fantastic. She’d chosen a figure hugging red chiffon dress with a deep v at the front showing her unrestrained but very firm bosom. Her hair was crimped dead straight combed down one side of her dark eyebrow and eye lashed mascara face. She was wearing reddish crocodile type knee high boots which made a sexy clipping noise as she sauntered across his drive, her hips swaying from side to side.

She started to speak thanking him for all he’d done. He graciously accepted the praise asking how her husband was then taking her arm inviting her inside.

They had drinks in the main lounge, a period room with roaring fire, expensive drapes and pictures covering the walls. Yasmin was impressed; maybe they weren’t as crass as she thought. They both sat on a long leather sofa; Yasmin legs cross heeled boot pointing out, Victor in his dinner jacket more animated and a little too close for comfort.

The fire was crackling and Yasmin began to feel relaxed as she took more sips of her drink. She was eager to resolve the short fall as she didn’t like to feel she was in someone’s debt for too long. Victor raised his hand at the mention of money owed.

“The company didn’t pay it. I told you so my dear its policy.”

Yasmin stared at him. “But the fax?” She said, suddenly feeling her gut turning. “Oh my God there’s been some mistake.”

Victor smiled. “Don’t worry, I paid it personally and tomorrow I will bankroll the operation.”

Yasmin felt relieved. “You’re too kind, you really are.”

Victor put down his glass and gave her a hard piercing look. “No my dear, I don’t think I am.” He then began to explain.

Five minutes later Yasmin sat bolt upright her hands clasped together, looking rather like a naughty school girl waiting to see teacher. She was staring straight ahead and although shocked she felt quite sluggish, her senses a little dull.

“No I can’t. I won’t!” She said firmly. Then she held her head as if to clear her thoughts.

Victor was still at her side and noticing concentration was slipping he explained.

“Just something I put in your drink to, lets say, relax you a little.”

Yasmin felt trapped he had been brutally clear in his explanation a few moments ago. He’d said he adored her. Describing her as a gorgeous hipped piece of ass, if that was what you’d call a compliment. If she stayed here tonight with him, in the morning he’d come good on his promises and pay for the operation. If not, she’d better go home and buy a black funeral dress. He called for his maid as Yasmin slowly shook her head, refusing to accept the words.

Carmel a mid aged Latin woman came to his assistance.