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gut-wrenching fear that comes with being afraid, but the type where the unknown was ahead and any possible outcome would end up as a disaster. What were they coming here for anyway? For a chat? For me to bite Leon’s nipples again? I wouldn’t mind doing that, but blimey, me and him alone? Or worse, Gary perving in the background?
    “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I said, switching on the light then hurtling toward my chest of drawers and yanking the top one open. “Just get a move on!”
    I tossed knickers and bras aside, none of them suitable for if Leon and me… Oh, God, the thought of that had me coming over all skew-whiff. What if Gary left us and I had to…we had to…
    There was no alternative. If I wanted him, I had to become Pussy Pwoar.
    I dashed to my wardrobe, diving down on all fours to ferret about in the back. Amongst the piles of shoes and clothes that had fallen off hangers was a black corset. I hadn’t worn it for a good couple of years. What if it didn’t fit anymore?
    Bugger.
    I panicked at not finding it, then sighed with relief as I brushed my fingers over familiar fabric, leather and the criss-cross ties that went up the front. I dragged it out, grazing my wrist on the end of a stiletto heel that had the little black tip missing. A nail must have been sticking out, and I made a mental note to get them fixed. I plunked back on my arse and held the corset in my lap. I was going to wear it? Really ?
    “It’s what Pussy Pwoar would wear,” I said, running my fingers over the front, the tip of one fingernail juddering over the zip. “And Pussy Pwoar is a sexy bitch who isn’t afraid to get what she wants.”
    I got up and stripped off my pajamas, my nipples perking up from the change in temperature. I undid the side zip on the corset, wrapped the leathery goodness around me, then zipped it back up. I stared down at myself. Thankfully, I didn’t look too bad. I had a bit of extra flesh where my armpits were, but all in all it fitted okay. I felt a bit saucy in it, actually, and went over to my full-length mirror to have a nose at myself. No, not too bad at all, although my legs seemed a bit undressed.
    Back at the chest of drawers, I felt around at the back until I touched a cardboard package. I withdrew it, pleased to note one set of stockings were inside. In the past I’d been known to put empty packets back in cupboards and drawers, so it was a miracle this one still had something in it. Carefully, so as not to snag them, I sat on the bed and drew them up my legs, instantly feeling transformed and more like Pussy than ever before—whoever the hell she was.
    I had to have a style, something in the way I moved and spoke that told him Pussy was a woman who could fulfill all his fantasies. Who knew, if we did do something naughty tonight, he might want to come back for more. I’d have a filthy little secret that I could keep to myself, and when we were all in the pub, I could smile at thoughts of what we’d done. That all depended on whether he was up for it—or if he could get it up. He’d sunk quite a few beers tonight, and that played with a man’s libido.
    It wasn’t his libido I intended playing with, though. I wanted to finally get that cock in my hand, in my mouth, in me and shag him senseless.
    With the stay-up stockings on, I went back to the wardrobe and found a pair of black stilettos that didn’t pinch or rub. Slipping them on, I felt super sexy and all kinds of rampant. Another quick look in the mirror told me I had to sort my hair, so I pulled it into a messy up-do that spoke of sex sirens and women who knew what they were about in the bedroom. I turned and spotted something dangling out of my drawer, then smiled as I realized what it was. A pair of silky fingerless gloves that, when I put them on, reached halfway up the tops of my arms. Oh, yes, I was really going for it tonight. But when I’d waited so long for this, who could blame me?
    I remade my bed and thought back to the