Weekend chores should be naughty.......

Next to "gusset", she hated the word "chore" most of all words. It was a mean word and was far bigger than any five letters should be. It stalked her and sat, morphed into a disgustingly smug toad. Chore was certain of the attention she would pay it in the end. Chore loved to be in charge, but lets face it , with some women that's never going to happen!

So she did what she did best and transformed the hateful word into an event. Something sexy, something naughty.

When the dread of Chore started to crowd her she turned her charm inwards and began feeling better, she started to feel naughty. She combined her love of being on show with getting the blasted things done. When she felt naughty she simply went out without knickers on.

She would sit somewhere public, a bar, cafe, club and feel the chill of the chair against her naked thighs and arse. She knew that her pussy would spill onto the chair, she loved it. Chore was fading, the tasks became fun. The mundane, an adventure. She loved adventures.

She would look round the room to find the horniest looking man, or woman and stare until they felt her gaze. As their eyes flicked over to her she would drop her gaze to her lap. She knew they would look as she shifted her body in the chair. She wanted to see the confusion she knew would steal over their faces as they strained to see, what?

The thought process was playing out as it always did. Was that woman flashing her panties at him/her? Could they see her, no! surely to god she was wearing; oh! ; the penny drops.

She could see the agitation in the way they held their bodies. She wanted to remind them to breathe. The women's' nipples would go hard and point accusingly at her, telling her they saw what a dirty girl she was. The men's trousers would gratifyingly bulge. There would be a sheen of sweat on the brow, a nervous cough. A quick glance at the partner with them, their eyes swiveling back to her groin.

If only they knew just how good it would be. If only they could try to impress her, maybe? They wanted to reach out and touch. She licked her lips and made direct eye contact, held it till they dropped their gaze. Now they knew, they began to understand it wasn't for their pleasure it was for hers. Only hers.

As ever she is the star of the hottest show in town. They were the interactive audience. It excited her so much to see how turned on they got. How many people she could touch with her pheromone grenades? What did she care of the long term effects? The immediate impact was designed to devastate, to lay waste to the weekend couples. To shake their complacency.

But most of all, it was about just how damn hot under the collar it got her.........It was sooo hot, she smiled as she collected her things and sashayed off, smiling....