Denise

*** Chapter 1

Preparation

With a languid sigh Diane lay back for a moment on the comfort of the quilted bedcover and stared at the ceiling. In just half an hour Jack was to visit her. She had a few moments before she had to prepare herself for his visit. One hand smoothed over her thigh. Diane felt the ruffled silk under her fingers and smoothed it with a soft brush of her hand. As she did so, Diane thought about the encounter to come. Jack liked novelty so she would have to slip into another persona. Yesterday it had been so exciting. She had dressed as a femme fatale. Black silk and very high heels and a fur stole draped on her smooth shoulders.

She had known Jack for four years now, first as the partner of her boss, later as his mistress. Now she was Jack's private secretary.

Private in all senses of the word.

She took his dictations during office hours and his love in those secret times when he visited her in the apartment that he had bought for her. Two years ago he had suggested the operation to enlarge her already voluptuous charms.

Diane would do anything for her Jack.

Jack had gently undressed her, slipping off the dress and fur to find a scarlet and black corset encasing her. For an hour they had made love. He the masculine tycoon, she the willing but proud lady. His caresses had pushed her to new highs until with powerful strokes he entered her, rode her, and made her scream with delight.

Stripping her to nakedness he had kissed her large breasts pushing her to yet another orgasm. As Diane remembered that high, her hand slipped up to fondle the proud nipples that pushed the silk into peaks. With a small motion she nipped those buds between forefinger and thumb feeling them swell beneath the smooth fabric.

He chose to have her altered to his personal taste.

When she had awoken from the operation she found herself a changed woman. Not just a slight augmentation as he had promised, but more.

Her breasts were huge.

Smooth and firm with prominent nipples.

Diane smiled to herself as she remembered trying to get a bra to fit. That had been strange. In the end Jack had led her to a ladies outfitters where all garments were made to measure.

That had not been all.

Her hips were broader and more feminine. Her waist narrow, almost waspish added sublime curves to her body. Not content with the new Diane, she had returned to the clinic for more. The surgeon had tightened her pussy and made her naked sex bulge with erotic promise. A snake tattoo curled around her thighs and prominent lips finding it's way into the secret recesses of her pleasure. It had taken months to recover.

Months of tenderness and discomfort.

But, now she was Jack's sex goddess. With her long legs and slender arms he fell on her like a wolf falls on the lamb. She could see how difficult it was for him to restrain himself at work, in the office. Diane revelled in the attention that he gave her.

In the office he had reached under her short skirt to fondle her jutting soft pussy mound, the lips still raw with the tattoo. Every visit that he paid her was a revelation in lovemaking. She switched persona like a chameleon at every visit. Diane became coy, dominating, wanton, submissive and naïve to order.

The perfect mistress for her rich lover. Her wardrobe grew as she accumulated the clothes and props to match her changing moods and fluid sexuality, all the while devoting herself to Jack's deep needs.

With a slight tip of the head she looked at the bedside clock. In twenty minutes he would be ringing at the bell. With a slow movement Diane rolled off the bed and entered the bathroom. Allowing the silk dress to slip to the floor she stepped into the shower. This was where she prepared. As she lathered herself she thought about the task in hand.

What would she be tonight?

Tonight was important. Tonight she would persuade Jack to abandon his domestic life and join her for a life of sex and pleasure. Diane would use all her powers of persuasion to get him for herself. Sharing him with Joan, his wife, was too much.
Joan, the wife.

Diane had met Joan several times at cocktail functions. She was the opposite of Jack's lover and mistress. A tall but austere lady, slim to the point of gauntness, with few physical charms that Diane could see. Yes, she was rich in her own right, but so was Jack.

But she was also a lady with moods.

Mostly bad moods.

She cut a poor figure at parties, hiding in corners and leaving early. Whilst the partners and clients made small talk and deals she hung back and left Jack to entertain on his own. Diane could not see how she was any competition for her two years ago, now she was less. Diane had the body of a sex nymph and the stuff of Jack's fantasies curling around her over-ripe sex.

With these thoughts she stepped out of the shower and selected her identity for tonight. With careless fingers she thumbed the clothes in the wardrobe. She needed to contrast her persona with her requests. Naïve and coy would suit her needs as she broached her petition.

Her hand came to rest on a dark blue skirt as if drawn there by impulse.

Just below the knees, cotton and childlike. With a smile she remembered the last time as a schoolgirl. Jack had been so gentle and willing, fumbling through the blouse like it was his first time in bed. Then he had played the part of the schoolboy, this time he would be the stern teacher she decided.

Suitable?

Of course, it was perfect!

Jack would respond to her every wish and she would make her move. The white silk blouse stretched over her breasts showing every contour to advantage, the lacy white bra beneath clearly visible. She picked a tie with bold stripes and tied it under the collar. The skirt hung in pleats to her knees showing the tops of the white socks that encased her calves. Diane picked a pair of black low shoes and laced them before turning to the mirror. With her hair in a plait and a pink ribbon she really looked the part.

It took her just a few minutes to add the pink lipstick and a light touch of rouge to complete the school girl appearance. Glancing at the clock she had just five minutes before Jack was due. Going once again to the huge built-in wardrobe she quickly hauled out the last few props.

A small blackboard on an easel and a cane that she leaned on the blackboard. A final touch was a long black gown and a mortarboard hat that she hung on the hook by the door.

Diane stood for a moment and looked at the little classroom that she had created. Had she forgotten anything? Yes. She dashed to the kitchen and came back with an apple that she balanced on the chalk rack at the base of the blackboard. Everything was perfectly planned.

Jack would be the teacher whilst she played the errant pupil.

She would make mistakes and he would punish her before taking her. Then she would beg him to add her properly to his life. Jack would assent and in a few months she would be his wife.

Mrs. Diane Lorde.