You head home without anything happening, looking up in the sky, you notice that it must be around 5pm. Heading into the flat, you go into the living room, you spot Fiona eating soup whilst watching the telly.
You say hi, and after Fiona tells you about the guy she slept with last night (you act surprised at his cock size), you decide to tell her about your day.
"Well you have been busy, and I thought I made my legs easy to open"
"Shut up, just carried away, and anyway, it's not as if I do this every week" you retort
"You do realise it's a public holiday tommorow?" she asks
"On a Tuesday?"
"Yeah, it's some royal wedding or other.... so...."
"So...?"
"I'm going to hold a house party here tonight"
"Oh really, yeah, i'm inviting the guys and girls round... the crowd you like" she adds
"Well that aint to bad then, I assume i'm invited"
"Duh... It's semi-formal wear by the way. It'd be nice to see everyone in clothing that looks a bit more sophisticated than club wear for once"
Sophistication & Fiona? That didn't sound right, but oh well
"I've got a dress for you as well, as formal as it is, I still plan for it to be raunchy" she smiles
"Oh trust you" you both laugh and then talk about the booze and food
"I'm gonna spike the cocktails with viagra, so the guys won't be able to shy away from us"
"Nice idea" Of course she'd think of that, you say in her head, Fiona is the queen of turning parties into orgies
"Thank god we live in Scotland"
"Why is that?" you ask with genuine curiosity.
"Kilts, and with luck, true Scotsman"
"Clever bitch, well then, shall we be true Scots-women?" you reply
"Was the plan"
"Best show me this dress then" you say finally
"Don't worry, it's elegeant and sexy"
You both get up and head into her room |