Chapter 5

“No, Mike,” Cassie objected the following morning, as they were getting ready to go to the registry office. “It’s a wedding. I’m not going to meet your friends looking like some cheap tart. Besides, I bought a top and skirt especially for this occasion.”

Mike dropped the dress on the bed. “You don’t look cheap, nor could you ever look like a tart,” he said. “All I want is for you to look sexy.”

“Wrong occasion, Mike.” Cassie thought for a moment. “Look, would it be enough if I went without a bra? It’s important for me to look nice for your friends, but you’ll know that I’m being sexy in secret, just for you.”

“I suppose it’ll have to do.”

Cassie put on the skirt and blouse that she’d bought. Without a bra, she felt quite daring, since the lightweight material clung to her breasts. She suspected that the shape of her nipples would show. When she looked over her shoulder into the mirror, the skirt followed the shape of her bottom quite closely.

“Any chance of knickers off, too? Mike asked. He sank to his knees in front of her. “Look. I’m even prepared to beg,” he said. Cassie sighed. Her skirt was quite short. She’d chosen it as a way of looking sexy for Mike, but it was clear he wanted a lot more than she had bargained for. She pulled her knickers down and off. “Happy?” Cassie asked. She was nervous.

“At least you can’t complain about a visible panty line!” Mike joked. “As I said, you’ll do. But I’ll be asking you to do more.”

“We’ll see.”

At the reception, Cassie stood with Mike at the bar while the band was setting up. She was aware that other men were looking at her. She felt them examining her, working out that she wasn’t wearing a bra and, she guessed, thinking about what that might imply about her.

“All the other women are dressed up, of course,” Mike whispered to her. “But you’re the only one whose nipples are so obvious. How do you feel?”

“Unsure of myself. I’m only doing this for you.”

“Not turned on at all?” Mike sounded disappointed.

“Well, maybe a little, or my nipples wouldn’t be standing up the way they are,” Cassie confessed. “Am I having the effect that you wanted?”

“Yes. All the men are looking at you and undressing you with their eyes. That’s what I want. The band is about to begin. Let’s dance.”

After the first dance, Mike stepped away from Cassie. She caught at his hand. “You’re deserting me?”

“I want the men who have been looking at you to be able to get closer,” he said, detaching his hand from hers and walking away, leaving her in the middle of the dance floor.

“May I?” Cassie turned. The man who was asking her to dance was one of the bride’s friends. The music started again and Cassie danced, very conscious that her breasts were moving to their own rhythm. The music came to an end and another man took the place of her partner. The music was slower this time and the man pulled Cassie in close, so her breasts rubbed against him. She shivered and sent a silent appeal across to where Mike stood watching. He smiled at her, but did nothing.

When she was released, Cassie went across to Mike. “Did you see that? He was staring down at my boobs all the way through!”

“Yes, he was. Fantastic!” Mike said. “Go on, I want to see some more men rubbing up against you.”

Cassie, confused, wandered back towards the dance floor. A man grabbed her by the hand.

“Do you know what is ceroc?” he asked, his French accent making him hard to understand. Cassie’s dance classes had been run by a woman who had taught the basic moves for rock ‘n’ roll, so she nodded. The man led her onto the dance floor. Cassie got into the mood of the music and enjoyed the next few minutes of being swung and spun around. She was quite breathless when it ended.