Chapter 6: Girl Power

Harriet was once again on a mission, racing around and trying to get everyone out of the house. Andrew was getting worried about his wife’s manic mood swings and made a note to talk to her about seeing the doctor.

Once they had all left Harriet took her bag of cosmetics and sat at her dressing table.

She worked mainly on her eyes, using a brow brush and eyeliner pencil, filling in with some subtle shades. Once she was happy with that she added some lipshade and finally a tiny bit of blusher to enhance her cheek bone definition. She didn’t want to go over the top.

She sat and looked at herself in the mirror. It needed more to really hit home. Grabbing her bag she rushed to her car and drove into town. She didn’t have a lot of time to browse, so decided that Primark was probably the best place to go, although it wasn’t a shop she would normally frequent. As she entered the store she saw a display featuring an A-line flared miniskirt. She stopped and looked at how it fitted the mannequin. It was probably too young for her, but she felt a bit daring, so picked one up. She matched it with a tie-front, crop top blouse, and pleased with herself returned to her car. Once back home she changed and looked at herself in the full length mirror.

She smiled. She looked good. No better than that she looked hot, and she felt amazing. She wished she had dressed like this when she was younger, rather than her then more preppy style. She knew she was a bit too old for it now, but it did take years off her. Feeling excited she waited for Witness to come home.

She left it for about 15 minutes after his arrival before she crossed the road wearing a coat. She didn’t want anyone who may have been looking to see what she was wearing, not even Anne.

Witness let her in, but didn’t say anything. Harriet stood in his hallway feeling awkward.

“I wanted to say sorry”, she eventually blurted out. “I was wrong about Lucy”.

Witness just shrugged and gestured up the stairs. Once in the bedroom Harriet removed her coat. Witness was impressed. He looked her over with his big smile whilst Harriet stood there beaming. She knew it would work.

“You look good”, he finally said.

“I do my best”, replied Harriet. “Have you got any elastic bands?”

Witness laughed and fetched a box full from his cupboard. She used them to put her hair up in little bunches. With the skirt and the top tied round her midriff she looked more like Britney Spears than Baby Spice she decided, but that worked too.

She asked for his packet of spade tattoos and applied one to her breast as before. As she looked through the pack she noticed that there were different sizes and she applied another small one to her cheek. Witness watched, enjoying her preparations.

“One last thing”, she announced, “Get me another pair of those panties”. Witness tossed her a pair from the box and watched as she removed the panties she was wearing and replaced them with the “BBC only” pair. She wiggled into them, lifting her miniskirt and smiled at him. “What do you think?”, she asked, posing.

Witness nodded. “Very nice”, he said.

“Shall we do some photos for your subscribers?”, said Harriet, surprising herself by how confident she was feeling. Witness was turned on by her new forward manner.

Witness started taking pictures. Harriet posing and poking out her tongue. She knew now what these photos were going to be used for by the men that purchased them, and it excited her.

Once they had done a good selection of photos, Witness suggested that she did a strip and dance on video. Harriet agreed instantly. Dancing to the music she untied her blouse revealing her bare breasts. She bent over flashing her panties under her skirt, which hardly covered them anyway, before kicking it off, so once again she was topless in her Queen of Spades panties. Witness indicated that she should keep them on. Harriet did a bit more dancing trying to remember some Britney Spears moves. Witness shook his head as he laughed.

Once done they both sat on the bed laughing. Witness looked at her and once again told her she looked great. Embarrassment was finally catching up with her and she didn’t know what to say. Eventually she asked him a question that had been burning in her mind.

“What job do you actually do?”, she asked.

“I’m a chemist”, he answered.

“So you are a professional?”, she replied in surprise.

“I’m a doctor of chemistry”, he replied, mildly affronted.

Harriet was shocked, she hadn’t imagined he would be that educated, but his residency in this house now made much more sense. She wondered how the men of the close would react knowing that Witness was more qualified than any of them. “Sorry, it’s just that people on the close think you work in construction”, she said sheepishly, not wanting to offend him again.

“I sometimes work on sites”, he explained. “ I get there before work starts to take samples. Later I do analysis at the labs”.

“What kind of samples”, she asked curiously.

“Contaminated soil, oil, lots of things”, he didn’t know why she would be so interested.

Harriet was happier now she knew, and glad he wasn’t actually a manual worker. The judgemental snob inside her was never far from the surface.

Witness wanted to get back to why she was there. “How about we do a livestream video?”, he suggested.

Harriet immediately said yes, but then asked him what he meant.

“Well I send an alert to your subscribers”

“My subscribers?”, interrupted Harriet.

“Yes, each of my women have separate subscription streams. It makes more money that way”, he grinned, rubbing his fingers.

“It really is more about the money for you, isn’t it?”, asked Harriet.

“I’m a chemist. I could easily earn a lot more money. This is safer ... and more fun”, he added with a wink. Harriet smiled at him feeling appreciated.

“Anyway I put out the notification, and if enough sign up to make it worth it I fuck you and they watch. It’s a live show only, no recording.”

Harriet nodded. And Witness started to set things up.

As he waited for responses he said, “I can set you up with an account and add you as a subscriber for yourself. That way you can see all the stuff about you”. Harriet nodded again, she knew that this was an acceptance of her apology and a demonstration of his trust in her.

Witness started on registering her to the site. “I’ll use one of my emails. Then you won’t get anything embarrassing”.