Part 21 - Andy 20:40 Saturday evening
“Oooh, Auntie!
That’s just like mine!” Andy exclaimed as another model strutted down
the catwalk.
“Yes, dear. William
Wilde does such nice dresses. But you
look better than her in it. At least I
won’t need to buy that one.”
The fashion show and auction had been going for nearly ten
minutes and Aunt Jane had already placed orders for many different items. She kept pressing the little key pad that
she’d been given to take bids.
“Why do they call it an Auction, Auntie? No one’s competing for the items. It’s just a fashion show where you can place
orders.”
“I don’t know darling.
Just keep watching. The prices
are good though. Do you like
that?” A model was walking with very
short steps in a tight hobble skirt.
“It looks lovely but for you or for me?”
“For you, naturally,” said Jane. Jane keyed in another order. She’d already ordered several dresses, pairs
of leggings in both cherry red and black, a bolero jacket, as well as latex
stockings and lingerie for her young companion.
She’d even indulged in a latex hood with a detachable ponytail, as well
as a three of wide latex collars, one plain with just D-rings and the others studded
with the words ‘Sissy’ and “Boy”. That
would avoid any confusion at parties.
She also bought a latex hunting outfit for each of them since the Sisterhood’s
quarterly hunt was later in the month. The riding crop was just for her though in case Andy got any ideas. For him, she'd ordered a red latex fox catsuit with hood and tail so she could have a little pursuit of her own when they were home.
The final item on the catwalk was a shimmering opalescent mermaid dress
that she couldn’t resist. She ordered
two: one for her and one for Andy. She
wanted to ensure that they were the stars at the Hunt Ball.
All the models came back on to the stage. “And that concludes this part of the
Auction,” boomed an announcement from the stage. “Wasn’t that fabulous? Give them all a big hand. ” There was tumultuous applause as the models gave
a last strut across the stage and then trooped off. “Just time to place any final orders.
Remember you won’t see prices like these in the shops or on-line. Only The Sisterhood can get such amazing
deals. And now, Colin and Simon will
come round sorting out your payments while dessert is served. Please have your terminals ready.”
“How much have you ordered, Auntie?” whispered Andy. Two maids wearing flouncy French maid
dresses with layered petticoats had come into the back of the room and were
starting to go round the tables. Each had
a hand-held credit card machine.
“A lot. But it will
be worth it. Now let me just sort
payment.” Jane passed her terminal to one
of the maids.
“That’ll be two thousand nine hundred and seventy pounds,
please Madam,” said a somewhat gruff voice that hardly went with her stylish
uniform. Jane proffered her credit
card. “Sorry, debit card only, Ma’am.”
“But I’m not sure I’ve got the balance on that,” protested
Jane.
“That’s the rules, Madam.
Debit only. We can always knock
some items off but you’ll be missing some bargains.”
“I know. Let me see
if it’ll go through. I may just have
the balance in my current account.”
Jane put her credit card back in a little wallet and withdrew her debit
card and pushed it into the machine.
“PIN, please.” Jane
punched in four digits. The transaction
seemed to stall for a while. “Don’t
worry, it’s slow tonight,” said the maid.
Then the machine whirred and printed out a little slip. “Yes, that all seems to be OK.” The maid handed the receipt to Jane. “Many of your items will be packed and bagged
for when you leave. The rest will be delivered
in the next 3 working days. I guess you
won’t be bidding in the next Auctions.”
“Next auction?” squeaked Andy. “But I thought that was the Auction. The L in Gala was for Latex.”
“We’ll see dear,” said Jane. “Eat your dessert.” Jane just wanted to get to the dancing.
end of Part 21
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DeleteThe Auction provides a nice, sexy start to the evening. But, oh dear, Aunt Jane may have maxed out her debit card and current card.