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Tale of a Bored Housewife, Parts One and Two
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TALE OF A BORED HOUSEWIFE
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It was a cool gray, November afternoon. I was walking down
the quiet, suburban street I lived on, on the way to Gloria's
house. It was fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I had to
reach down to hold my skirt. I suppose my modesty wasn't really
in jeopardy but the skirt was considerably shorter than what I
was accustomed to wearing.
Gloria had asked me to assist her with a party she was
throwing for Dave's boss. He had just started a new job she
really wanted to impress him. Part of his new responsibilities
included entertaining customers. She was going to hire several
college girls to serve food and drinks but she suggested that
maybe I would want to help and in return she would forget the
$65.00 I had borrowed earlier that month. I readily agreed, the
party sounded like fun. Gloria thought about renting maids
uniforms for us but decided against it, she then asked us to all
wear matching skirts and blouses.
She had called me earlier in the week and told me that mine
was almost ready, I had gone over to her place to try the skirt on. I
was uncomfortable with how short it was but she laughed it off, reminding
me that I was about 20 years behind the times. I didn't want to appear
too prudish, I didn't know any of these people and wouldn't be the only
one dressed like this, besides it was no worse than what many other women
were wearing these days; so I agreed to wear it. I had to admit the
outfit didn't look too bad on me, a red and black checked skirt, white
blouse, red scarf, black high heels and suntan panty hose. It may have
looked all right but it wasn't designed to protect me from the November
gusts I shivered and hurried along the sidewalk.
Gloria met me at the door, she laughed and asked me if it was going to
snow. We stood on the porch and discussed the overcast weather for a
moment, until she noticed me shivering. We stepped inside to begin
preparations for the evening. Gloria was busy on the phone so I did most
of the straightening up, setting up the buffet, etc. About 5:00, a pretty
young girl came to the door wearing the same outfit I was in. We
introduced each other; Paula was to help me serve. She seemed nice, pert,
maybe a little impertinent but friendly enough and I had to admit in that
outfit with her figure, she looked smashing. She told me she was a 19
year old student at a nearby JC. I said goodbye to Pete and Chris,
Gloria's kids, 16 and 14 respectively. They were going to their own party
that night, so they wouldn't be disturbed by ours. They were actually the
reason for my friendship with Gloria; Chris was my daughter Karen's best
friend. And Pete was Karen's boyfriend. He had always scared me, I
thought he might be too "mature" for her, but what could I do?
Gloria came down about 7:30. Dave had just gotten home and the guests
had just started arriving. Mostly couples, mid twenties to early forties,
they were quite well dressed. There were about 25 people in all,
including Paula and I. I was introduced to most of the guests and was
flattered by the interest all took in me although a little uncomfortable.
The women were less friendly, maybe even condescending.
It seems that Gloria had mentioned something about me to most of them. I
was involved in putting away the guests' coats and serving drinks. At
one point I walked by the kitchen and heard Gloria on the phone.
Something caught my attention and I froze, listening to the
conversation......"36 years old, married, 3 kids, 5'6", 120lbs, green
eyes, brown hair, has no idea what's going on. This bitch has never even
thought about anyone other than her husband."
At that the party on the other end must have said something, for Gloria
was silent. I was dumbfounded, she couldn't be talking about me??
CHAPTER II
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About this time she looked up and noticed me standing there. She
looked startled but recovered well, "what are you doing? Dammit Joan this
is personal I'd appreciate it if"........I turned and went back into the
living room; the incident seemed strange but I really didn't think it was
important, I could confront her later. I didn't think she really had
been talking about me.
I went into the living room, it was quite large, with a fireplace
in the center. They had used furniture to divide it into two "rooms"; a
family room and a more formal living room. I went to the buffet table
set up in the ajoining dining room and started helping Paula serve.
Occasionally one of us would carry around a tray of drinks. I began to
feel slightly uncomfortable, out of place. There was an air of
excitement in the room but whenever I got near enough to a group to hear
or join in the conversation it seemed to die; sudden pauses, pregnant
silences etc. This happened several times and I was wondering what was
going on. Paula seemed to fit right in though. When she brought around
a tray I saw her laughing with the main group. One of the men put his
arm around in a manner that suggested they had not just met. Several of
them including Paula looked over in my direction as if appraising me,
then Paula returned and offered to relieve me for a while. This went on
until about 9:30.
Dave came over and took my arm, "there's someone I want you to
meet". He introduced me to Craig, his boss, and Phil, Gloria's brother.
Both men seemed seriously interested in my life, my family, job etc. and
were really probing me for details. This seemed strange too but a
welcome relief from the alienation I had been feeling up to this point.
I took a glass of wine and began to loosen up.
About half an hour later Gloria gathered all the guests back into the
living room, saying "it's time folks". Everyone seemed quite excited at
this and I wondered, "what in the world".........I was on my 2nd glass of
wine, (I never drink), and slightly lightheaded. Phil gently took it out
of my hands, took my arm firmly and guided me to the living room. The
chairs and couches had been rearranged in a semi circle in front of the
fireplace. In the center a long low coffee table had been placed. The
guests were seated or standing around the table. Phil guided me to the
front, I was confused but held his arm. Gloria stood in front of the
table facing everyone.
"This is something I have been looking forward to for a while. Joan
has been interested in Indian rights for some time. She doesn't know it
but tonight she is going to help collect money for the cause". There was
a general outbreak of laughter at that. I decided that I would prefer to
be standing in the back and started to move but found my arms suddenly
grabbed. I froze. "Bring her up here", Gloria commanded. Paula and Jan
(a friend of mine from Garden Club) each took one arm and pulled me up on
the coffee table, I resisted but not too hard, not knowing what was
coming. I was turned so that I faced the group, my arms still held, and
my hair wrapped around Paula's hand, she forced my head so I had to face
the group.
Gloria smiled at me and told me to relax, "this won't be too
bad we're just going to auction off some clothing". The room erupted
with laughter. I was numb, too shocked to scream. Gloria stood next to
the table "what do I hear for her scarf?"; some one offered $1.00,
another $2.00, the bidding went up to $5.00. At that time Gloria
accepted the bid, and reached for me, ripping the scarf from around my
neck. I screamed, a hand was clamped around my face. The scarf was forced
into my mouth filling it completely and with my arms held I couldn't get it
out. People started to sit down, they all appeared to know what was going
to happen. "Next up, her blouse". There was some cursory bidding, Gloria
backed up close to the table, I saw the opportunity and tried to kick
her. That was a mistake. Phil and Craig grabbed both legs. They each
took hold of an ankle. In addition they rubbed their hands up and down
my thighs and up under my skirt, much to the amusement of the other
guests. I was sobbing in my humiliation but there was no escape.
After a little more bidding my blouse was removed. Phil won the
bidding and took it off himself. They bent me over a little so that his
face was level with mine. He reached out and ripped my blouse down the
front, he jerked my arms out, I tried to cover up but Jan twisted my arm
until I gagged. I relaxed and they straightened me back up. I was held
there, up on the table with just my bra on. I went blank for a moment,
the only other man who had ever seen me like this was Tom......... I
never in my worst dreams imagined this could ever happen. Paula fingered
a gold chain I was wearing. It had a diamond pendant. Tom had given it
to me for our 12th wedding anniversary. It was sold for $5.00. It was
ripped off my neck, the chain breaking at the clasp, and ripping my
neck. Gloria told Paula to hold up my ring finger so my wedding band
could be examined, "she won't be needing that tonight". It went for a
few dollars. I was still kind of in shock, I was sobbing but was still
unbelieving. These things really don't happen. Again Gloria stepped
up. She reached out and snapped the strap on my bra. "What do I hear
for this fine Maiden Form Brassiere?".... The other guests all laughed
at her sarcasm, they talked among themselves but most of the attention
was riveted on me. The bidding went on. My bra was sold for $20.00.
Gloria didn't make any move to remove it though, I was shaking like a
leaf, what next? "Whoever correctly guesses what size this item of
clothing is shall have the privilege of removing it, however an incorrect
guess costs $5.00". She reached back and looked at the tag and laughed,
"not bad, who's your plastic surgeon?". I was turned and poked by
several guys "so they could have a fightin' chance of guessing right".
Several people tried guessing, on the third guess Steve's wife Marie said
36D, and Gloria smiled...."we have a winner". Marie "graciously allowed"
Steve to remove the bra. He took his time. He poked, rubbed and fondled
me to the delight of the crowd for about five minutes. I had lost
control by then, sobbing hysterically. Finally He removed it, and his
hands.
I had noticed earlier that several people had brought camera's with
them, now it appeared that everyone had. I was turned and twisted to
pose for these people, my hair practically ripped out of my head to force
me to look into the cameras. Paula reached down, still holding one arm
and ripped my skirt up to my waist, flashbulbs popped. They didn't
bother with the formality of auctioning my skirt, it disappeared in a
frenzy. I passed out.
(continued)
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