CHAPTER 2

It was a week before Stuart had finished packing and he decided it was time to make a trip to his local fetish emporium. He knew the owner well and was hoping to put up an add selling most of his rainwear collection.

“Morning Les!” He smiled warmly at the portly man behind the counter, “Can I put this up in your window?” He lay a poster on the desk; simple and to the point;

“RAINWEAR COLLECTION FOR SALE – PCV, NYLON, PUL, GORE-TEX

PLEASE CONTACT stuartb35@cmail.co.uk for more info”

“Sure, you having a clear out?” Les enquired.

“Leaving the country in a few weeks mate, I can’t take it all with me.”

He moved through the shop to have one last look around and noticed a young woman at the back sorting through a rail of latex dresses. Stuart was immediately fixated and moved closer to get a better look. She was short, slim and had a stunning figure. Her long, straight jet-black hair fell over the curve of her ass. He lent over the glass displays of piercings to get a better look and saw, much to his amazement, that she was wearing tall, bright pink Hunter boots with matching fleece socks. “She must.” He thought, “If she’s looking at latex dresses, and the boots. She must? Right? Should I talk to her? What should I say? She is in a fetish shop after all? Would she be offended? Should I –“ and as a thousand questions flooded his head he felt someone touch him on the shoulder. He jumped, startled. Les stood behind him motioning to the girl. At first he did not understand…

“Go and say Hi!” He whispered under his breath. Stuart stood with a stupid, uncomprehending expression. “She’s been in asking for raincoats….you’re selling right? Go say Hi! …And hide that!” He pointed at Stuarts bulging trousers. Stuart was too amazed to begin to be embarrassed. Tucking in his semi he made the decision to go and talk to her, he was leaving in a week so what did he have to lose?

He moved beside her, keeping his distance. Pretending to rifle through the cat-suits, dresses and other various rubber attire while watching this wonderful girl. She seemed to be feeling each dress, rubbing the hem of each one between her thumb and forefinger. “She is!” He thought to himself and this spurred him into coming within her peripheral vision so as not to startle her.

“Hi!” He said. He immediately realized he had not thought of what to say and went beet red. So exciting was the thought of speaking to her he had completely forgot to think of something witty to say. She turned to face him, her soft, kind face with plump red lips and high cheeks framed by thick black bangs. She raised an eyebrow,

“Eh…hey.” She said and turned back to the railings. “I’ve blown it. Fuck, say something! Anything!” Stuart thought frantically.

“Nice…..boots.” He blurted out pointing at her shining Hunters, splattered in places with mud.

She looked him straight in the eye for what felt like a lifetime. Then suddenly laughing she spun on the spot, lifting one leg backwards and doing a curtsey.

“Why thank you! They’re a bit muddy right now…” She said in a funny manner, testing the water.

“And what’s wrong with that?” Stuart said full of confidence, “I’ve not seen you in here before?”

“I’m just here for the weekend. I’ve got a party tonight and I need a new outfit.” She said flirting. Stuart’s heart sank, just passing through, not a chance.

“I heard….I, I heard you were looking for a…for a..” losing his momentum he began to trip over his words.

“Raincoat? Yes, well I don’t think they have any here. Pity.” And she motioned around the shop. Les smiled knowingly over behind his desk, sipping a steaming cup of coffee.

“Here.” He passed her one of his flyers and she took a moment to read it.

“Well, well, well.” She paused, visibly deliberating, “…would like to go for lunch?” She grinned and turned to go.