A bet is a bet and I had to deliver. I had this real short kilted skirt in the Black Watch Tartan. I put on a pale blue thong this tiny skirt a push u... bra and a loose fitting white blouse. The matching white knee socks completed the ‘Fuck Me’ look I was trying to achieve. Get in and get out was the plan. Not to be outdone Meighen also wore a ‘Slut Suite’ after all she couldn’t let me take all the risks alone.When we first went in the bar it was empty except for the barmaid. We almost left but. She looked back at me, letting the silence be silence, taking stock of her rival. It seemed to be up to me to speak. “So, we meet.”, I said at last. She nodded ruefully. Another pause. “You’re… different from what I had thought,” she stated. I looked my question. “I’d expected some pretty boy, some handsome hunk. But you’re… you’re older.” Again, the silence. She seemed to be gathering up for a speech. “Look, I am sorry. I feel so stupid, calling you out here. At first I just wanted – I don’t. The same cologne that I bought him for our anniversary. With out even a good bye, he headed out the door. I was pissed. "If that ass hole thinks he can make a fool out of me, then he has another thing coming. Time for revenge." I vowed as I went upstairs to prepare. I dug out our video recorder and put in fresh batteries and a new memory card. I then got in my car and took the long route to Jim's office. Jim was on the verge of being offered a partnership for the influential accounting firm. She was almost on the brink of coming when he pulled out and let go. She grunted in frustration. Anderson spanked her ass again. Three times. Hard. He grabbed her hair again and made her stand, made her turn around. He lifted her onto the edge of the desk, pushed her back. His hands going to her tight blouse, cupping her breasts. His fingers found the buttons but he didn't favor them and just ripped the shirt open. “Oh yes, look at this!” He exclaimed. Her red lacy bra on display. He pulled it.